༓･* 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚 | 𝐚𝐮

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A/N - I get so frustrated with writing sometimes like why can't there ever not be a problem! if you listen to better by Khalid at the end of this chapter it adds effect. ALSO I UPLOADED THE WRONG VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER SO SORRY ITS GOOD NOW.

Enjoy!

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Padma and I walked over to the drinks table where the boys were standing. She fixed her hair as we approached and I slightly hid behind her.

"Welcome ladies" Blaise greets, giving Padma a kiss on the cheek.

She giggles, taking his hand that he offered and walked away to chat elsewhere. She left me awkwardly standing in front of Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco, who have now noticed my presence.

Draco, who kept his eyes on me, elbowed Goyle who whispered something to him as he began to walk over to me. Crabbe stared awkwardly at me and Goyle let out a chuckle before ushering him away. I refused to make eye contact with any of them so I smoothed out my skirt and glanced around the room.

"Damn" Draco breathes as his eyes examine my body up and down.

"What?" I ask innocently, as if I'm not aware of my skimpy outfit.

"You look beautiful" He says. I tilt my head up to look at him. He has smug grin on his face as he places his shot glass on the table.

The all to familiar feeling was rushing back into my stomach as I take his hand he offered out to me and followed him to an area by the couches.

"Whose music is this?" I question.

Draco gives a chuckle before looking over at Blaise who was bobbing to the music alongside Padma.

"Ah of course" I giggle, swaying a tad to Blaise's music.

"So who gave you that outfit?" He asks, with an eyebrow raised. Here we go.

"It's mine" I state, trying not to admit that I'd just spent an hour and a half with the twins gawking about impressing him.

He raised his eyebrows with a nod and pressed his lips together, "sure it is."

I roll my eyes, "it is!" I say, spinning around to the music. Sending my skirt in the air for a second before it falls back down to cover up my lower half.

Draco bit his lip and laughed.

"Yeah okay, no. You're a weirdo who wears the same robes three days in a row and then changes into another ugly outfit to wear four days in a row" He argues at me as I turn to him with annoyance.

"I do not wear ugly outfits, you do ! I dress comfortably!"

He acts blown away by my words but he can't help laughing at my lame attempt to defend myself. Unfortunately his words were not completely untrue.

"Whatever you say Iris, can't deny your horrible fashion sense. With the exception of today of course" He smirks up and down my body again.

I blush and fiddle with my fingers.

"Yeah I'm the weirdo" I mock as he shakes his head.

"Yes. You are." He states and mocks me back, shrugging innocently.

My heart beat faster as I noticed the way he looked at me. It wasn't just hormones or lust, there was something else.

I started to get nervous so I took his hand and ran back to the drink table where Blaise, Padma, Fred, and George were lining up shots.