When You Turn Your Back [Drarry]

[4] High By The Beach

Along with the news of Azalea actually visiting them, arrived Draco's desire to sleep elsewhere that night despite the awareness of the plan of going to a nightclub. It could work though, Draco assured himself with a frown on his lips, could just pick someone from the club. However unfavorably bold that sounded, it would have to do the part since his heart refused to sleep anywhere in the hearing vicinity of Harry and Azalea's drunken moans during the night, which he had presumed would be the case.

Hence, when they summoned their cue to getting ready for the occasion, Draco had pulled out the most flattering piece of outfit from his pile of clothes in the suitcase, even after feeling cheap at the heart for making such a move, yet the situation called for the drastic step from him and he couldn't resist. In his room for over an hour, he corrected the prussian blue ribbon around his collar of the black blouse, which was paired with a matching holographic set of sparkly partially fitting pants and blazer.

“Draco?” Pansy's voice resounded with a knock on the wood of the door.

“Come in,” Draco called her and the slim body squeezed through the thin crack she parted the door apart into.

“Holy moly,” Pansy whistled as she clicked in the room with her knee length boots. “Draco, you look handsome.”

“Do I?” he tried to smirk but a blotch of pink rose up to his cheeks as he shied back at his reflection on the mirror of the dresser.

“Yes!” she skipped on her toes. “You just need to paint your nails, blue or black.”

“Paint my nails?” Draco exclaimed, bewildered.

“Stop making it such a big deal. I know you like them.” Pansy rolled her eyes at him and summoned a tiny bottle from her room, opening the door just in time as the bottle came zooming in through the gap.

“Seriously though, that doesn't mean I'd want to wear them. I'm a man — ”

“I know you're a man!” Pansy huffed catching hold of the bottle. “Trivial nailpolish won't make you any less of a man, for Christ's sake.” 

“What would people think — ”

“You don't know nothing about true women, if that's what you're talking about.” Pansy sighed with a glare directed towards Draco. “Do you want to put it on, though? It's your choice.”

Biting on his lower lip, he turned back to the mirror with a light frown of contemplation without uttering another word and Pansy grabbed the hem of her black leather skirt ending just above the boots, paired with a golden sequin top.

“Okay, I will — ”

“Yes!”

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Every other second his eyes traveled to the porcelain skin of the unknown woman walking in front of him with practiced stealth that dated back to years prior in Hogwarts, despite of the knowledge of his actions being unethical and there was a serious lack of determination in him to keep tough. Just beside Azalea, who was donned in a beautiful silver silk dress that glistened in the moonlight with delicious softness, walked Harry, with all his glory, in a black base shirt stamped with stars loosely hanging over the dark skinny jeans that Draco was yet to decide the color of in the dim lit beach.

Sure they had decided on going to a nightclub, but the news of the presence of a nightclub near the beach had perked them up even more than before. Hence, with an unending layer of sand beneath their feet, they strolled about in the open with bottles of beer clutched in hand.