!!DISCONTINUED!! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎! {Draco Malfoy x OC}

Chapter 51

"No, no, I think I'll just head to bed. I'm really tired anyways." Hermione replied.

"Alright. I'll just somehow convince my boyfriend to seperate from his friends." I said.

"Sorry." Hermione replied.

"No, no, it's quite alright. We'll talk tomorrow?" I asked.

"Of course. You can even sit with me at breakfast." Hermione answered.

"I feel honoured." I said.

We laughed and Hermione left. I stood up and walked over to Draco.

"Draco, let's go dance." I said.

"I'm talking." Draco said.

"Blaise?" I asked.

"Sure." Blaise answered. "Anything to get away from Draco's stories."

"Yay!" I exclaimed. "Gimme two seconds. I'm gonna get a drink."

"No need." Blaise said.

I looked at him confusedly and remembered something. He made me stash a few flasks in my school bag.

"I like you're style." I said. "But I'm going to get some cups and pretend to get some punch."

"Alright." Blaise said.

I quickly walked off and pretended to get a few cups of the punch. I came back with a cup for Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Blaise, Draco, and I. I placed the cups on the table and Blaise sat down. I sat down and grabbed my schoolbag out of my handbag. I grabbed the flasks and put my schoolbag away. I put two of the flasks back in my bag and poured everyone a cup of firewhiskey. I passed the cups out.

"What is this?" Nott asked.

"Ask Blaise." I answered.

Draco sniffed it and smirked at us.

"I like you're style. Blaise's idea I'm assuming." Draco said.

"Yup." I said.

I quickly chugged the firewhiskey and slammed my cup back down.

"Jesus, I've never seen someone chug firewhiskey that fast." Blaise said.

"Yup, well, I'm not someone, I'm a Benton. I've got a stomach for alcohol. That's a lie. I just had alot of alcohol before I was 11, stupid bloody adoptive father said it was the only way to stay hydrated." I said.

The boys all laughed and I poured myself another cup. I took a sip this time instead of chugging it. I looked around at all the sober teens and smirked at the group.

"Uh oh, her Slytherin sides showing. She's about to do something that can get her into trouble if she gets caught." Draco said.

I grabbed my bag and walked over to the punch. I made sure no one was looking and poured some firewhiskey in the punch bowl. I quickly went back to the boys giggling. I sat back down next to Draco and chugged the rest of my firewhiskey.

"Alright, alright. Do you guys *hiccup* wanna hear a story?" I slurred.

The boys all looked at each other and I laughed drunkenly.

"Once, I rode a Hippogriff. Once, I helped an innocent person escape Azkaban. Once, I almost died. Once, I made friends with Harry Potter. Once, I yelled at Harry Potter. Once, I killed two people because they killed some of my pack. Once, I slapped my boyfriend's dad!" I slurred.

"Alright, you're drunk." Draco said.

"What?!! *hiccup* N-No! I'm fine!" I slurred.

"I'm taking her back to the dorm." Draco said.