The Masquerade {DarkHarry}

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Feeling the strong need to sigh, i arch an eyebrow in question, still staring at Malfoy. A very faint blush appears on his cheeks, barely visible but the sight makes the small smirk on my face grow. The intense eye contact was broken when a sneer from the couch broke it,
"What in Merlin's name are you doing here, Potter?!" Parkinson spat out, me now looking past Greengrass' shoulder to peer at her. The smirk plastered onto my face, amusement radiating off me. I need to cut down on the whiskey, i muse while placing the half empty glass of the side table beside the seat i was sitting on.
"Are your talking to me, darling?" i speak out, a darker sound in my throat now. Sounding animalistically amused now,the smirk on my lips predatory. "I'm fairly sure i said it was 'Potter-Black', dear, but if your confused i can introduce myself properly? Just for you." The last bit in a whispered mocking way but heard clearly in the silent room. Raising my eyebrow again in question to the whole room now, should i?

"Very well," i murmur, nodding slightly to Greengrass, before stepping around her and striding up to Parkinson. Who was now standing along with Bulstrode and Draco, though Bulstrode was simply leaning against the bookshelf peering over her book.

She straightened up, cautiously running her eyes over me in a way to try and find any weapon or whatever. I stand for a second, letting her before gracefully grasping her hand and bowing, lower than with Greengrass, in a strongly mocking way. I brush my lips against her knuckles and with the smirk still on my lips i look in her hazel eyes,
"Its a pleasure to make your acquaintance Pansy Parkinson, " i murmur in the silence, heard perfectly "Hadrian James Cassio Potter-Black, Heir to the most ancient and illustrious house of Black, Heir to the most ancient and most noble house of Peverell and Lord to the most ancient and noble house of Potter. I do hope we can get along." Once again a shocked silence blankets the room, this time Zabini is the first to break it,
"Potter-Black, impressive. You had all of us still thinking you were the 'golden-boy', puppet-of-Dumbledore'. And now your hear for a Samhain ritual, with the confidence of a Hippogriff." Zabini's smirk grew bigger than my own, obviously excited by the reveal. He seems to be the adrenaline-junkie of the group, even if its hidden by his facade at Hogwarts. Cocking my head,
"Blaise Zabini," large smirk still plastered on my face, i'd been listening to what he said after i lifted myself from the bow to Parkinson. "Pleasure." Holding out a hand, we continue to smirk at each other when he shakes my hand firmly in return, his hand warm in mine. Damn his hands are smooth, shows hes a pure-blood i suppose. His smirk turns into a savage grin,
"The 'golden-boy' has heard of me? I'm blessed." he says teasingly. A low growl comes out my throat at that,
"Ugh, 'golden-boy', 'boy-who-lived', 'saviour-of-the-light', 'saviour-of-the-wizarding-word', 'the-boy-who-never-fucking-dies'. Irritating," i spit out, "we need to stop with the hyphens. Those names aren't me, and they aren't relevant." Waving my hand in a dismissing gesture, rolling my eyes half-way through the list of names.

Zabini's grin seemed to widen impossibly, "Oh and Zabini, i beg of you to call me Hadrian, the last names and hyphen-nicknames are infuriating." i continue, may as well get familiar with the Slytherin. A small chuckle escaped Zabini's lips, the giant grin now turned into a relaxed smirk, "Of course *Hadrian* and i ask you call me Blaise in return." With a nod of my head, i turn slightly to look at the others int the room. Alright, i think, I've made nice with Zabi-Blaise and Greengrass and have a mutual dislike/uncertainty with Parkinson. Malfoy steps foreward to me, already recovered from the very small embarrassment, and lifted a hand towards me in greeting,
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. I hope we can start over with an...acquaintanceship." His pale hand matches my skin tone almost perfectly i notice as i grasp his hand in mine. His hand a little colder than Za-Blaises'. Taking a step foreward while our hands are grasped caused an amusing reaction from him, and (mostly due to the whiskey) i decide that i know want a bigger reaction than his eyes widening slightly behind his pure-blood mask. Before the Black family accepted me i barely reached his eyebrows, now i'm very minutely taller than him (though at first glance me and Malfoy are now the same height). I take another step foreward and suddenly wrap both my arms around his should giving his a large 'bro-type-hug'. Feeling him tense under me i chuckle darkly, leaning my head to the side, my hand grasping the back of his neck. I lean into his ear and whisper,
"Of-course *Draco*, love. We can be friends, after four years around each other, *i* wouldn't expect any different," the hushed murmur of my voice causing him to shiver, "Would you?" i question, deepening my voice ever so slightly, the amusement very clear now. I feel
his head lean down slightly, probably to avoid the looks in the room.