the dorm drarry ✔

SEVEN < Interhouse Unity and Oblivious Idiots

"Will you stop that, Blaise?!" Theo hisses, swatting away Blaise's frantic hands in his hair.

It's the night of the party. Considering that this will most likely be the last party in Hogwarts for this particular group of students, most people in the year are hidden away in their dorms, getting ready, swiftly.

Blaise waited four days after Christmas — rather impatiently, Theo might add — and all of the eighth years who left found a way to get back to Hogwarts.

But the party is still in good conditions, and, grudgingly, Blaise allowed some seventh and sixth years in.

(When he saw Ginny Weasley, he immediately allowed it, though, because that girl knows how to party.)

The eighth year consists of a returning twenty-nine people, but with the addition of other years, Blaise summed it up to at least fifty people, which is gonna be crowded but memorable. Which is all that matters, in Blaise's eyes.

So, now, Theo stands in front of the flawless looking host, Blaise Zabini, who is about to throw the party of the century. With guest of honour, Harry Potter, of course.

"Everything has to be perfect, Theodore," Blaise snaps, conjuring a mirror for the millionth time tonight. "How do I look from behind?"

"Like a wet dream," Theo says, bluntly. Blaise beams at him, Vanishing the mirror, and checking the time. "Where are the others, again?"

"Draco and Greg are shacked up with Pansy in her dorm. And the Gryffindors took mine," he grins, cheekily. "Wonder what Ron is going to wear. Hopefully that tight, navy blue shirt he has."

Theo sighs, rubbing his eyes. "Blaise, you bought him that shirt not even a week ago, with an anonymous note saying: Wear this for your hot roommate."

Blaise nods, and smiles, fondly. "Oh, yeah. Hope he wears it, anyways. And stop messing up your eyebrows."

Theo rolls his eyes, and glances at his clothes. His grey shirt and tight, Muggle, denim jeans that Blaise bought him look nice. He doesn't look too shabby.

Blaise takes a deep breath, then looks to Theo. "Now, remember; we are the champions of our own success."

Theo rolls his eyes, once again, and groans. "Come on, Blaise." He pulls him out of the dorm.

They exit the dorm, and descend to the empty common room. Theo looks at Blaise in confusion.

"Everyone will be coming in five minutes," he assures. "I made sure of that."

Surely enough, slowly people start trickling in from the dorms of the eighth year tower. The common room greets more than one seventh or sixth year, and Theo watches in fascination as the crowd thickens. Music plays, snacks are spread, and Theo sees Blaise pass a few Galleons to a group of seventh year girls as they carry in a large crate.

Blaise swoops around the room, mingling and being charming as always. Then his eyes zoom in on something, and Theo has to catch him before he falls.

"Merlin's beard," Blaise whimpers, "he's actually wore it."

Sure enough, the crowd parts to greet a very attractive group of three. Ron, indeed, is wearing the tight, blue shirt Blaise bought him. Hermione is looking gorgeous in a white, appropriate dress, and hair done up. And Harry, the sex image, is looking unusually alluring in average Muggle clothes.

"What, did they dip each other in Amortentia?" Theo hears someone whisper.

"Blaise!" Hermione greets, and the party starts up again.