The Masquerade {DarkHarry}

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Im brought out of my viewing slightly when i notice a decent amount of people looking at my inquisitively, the curiosity showing deeply in their eyes.

When my gaze catches theirs they either flinch or look away sharply, just adding to my amusement. The corner of my mouth lifts up into a subtle smirk when i notice that alot of people are now looking.

Well, - i muse - i did think this could happen, even though its an unanimous meeting, a lot of people probably already know who each other are and...with me in the mix no wonder they are all looking, heh.

Taking another sip out of my drink, enjoying the burning feeling of it going down my throat, i cant a certain albino's gaze. Draco Malfoy, with his father on the opposite side of the room i see his mother talking calmly with a group of ladies nearer to the entrance. Looking back at the young Malfoy our eyes locked again.

His curiosity disappears quickly when he turns back to the small gathering of people around him, they all glance at me a couple times and i recognise a couple of them. Zabini, Parkinson, Greengrass and...? i think that's Nott. I cant be sure,  I've only seen him a few times around school. The younger Malfoy turns his gaze back to me and with a little flicker of determination he begins to stride over to be, Zabini in tow, the rest don't look particularly dejected by the fact that Zabini is meeting me with Malfoy but a little irritated.

The majority of everyone's attention is now on Zabini and the younger Malfoy currently striding confidently up to me some people still talking comfortably. I take another sip from the whiskey glass, once again enjoying the burning feeling of it. My slight enjoyment must've showed in my eyes because when they reached me, Malfoy faltered ever so slightly. Some of the attention that was on me didn't leave but some did. 

"Blessed be." The blonde speaks the greeting, holding out his hand. Cocking my head to the side minutely,
"Blessed be." I return calmly, my voice reverberating through my chest slightly. I hold out a pale hand and grasp his, shaking it in a firm but small manner. Running my eyes over him, he is wearing deep teal robes with no tie but a sort of smart scarf under his collar. Finished i turn my inquisitive gaze over to Zabini, 

"Blessed Samhain." he copies Malfoy, holding his hand out while taking a small step forward. His voice is smooth and serene, odd for a Slytherin but not uncommon. The tone is mostly known for Ravenclaws. I take his hand and repeat the motion i did with Malfoy, 

"Blessed Samhain," i return the greeting again, feeling Malfoys calculative gaze on my i turn my head and catch his eyes with mine immediately. Lifting the glass to my mouth again, slightly to hide my small smirk, i take a large gulp of the burning liquid. Such lovely burning...holding myself back from sighing in the enjoyment of the burning feeling.

Malfoy looks at me straight in the eyes like he's trying to figure me out before speaking again,
"Would you like to attend our group?" he asks, and very bluntly might i add. I wait for a minute, acting as though i'm pondering the pros and cons before nodding, before holding up a hand slightly and getting another glass of whiskey since mine had finished. I turn back around and make a small motion for them to lead the way.

We are only in fifth year, i guess they still have a lot to learn about discreetness.

They walk back over to the group me trailing behind, and said group stands, we begin to make our way to a side room attached to the large hall. Parkinson opens both doors and starts to almost usher us in. The room is...cosy, while rather large the room is lit by the giant fireplace at the back of the room. The fireplace is surrounded by a circle of sofas and armchairs. Parkinson and an unknown brunette take a seat on the couch nearest to the fire, relaxing their posture a little.