Thicker Than Blood | Drarry

Fifteen.

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Hermione had broken her promise.

Draco didn't think she had done it on purpose. One minute he was standing right next to her, and the next she was gone. It wasn't her fault, she probably turned around to say hi to someone while some else had slipped in between them, separating them and pushing them into opposite directions of the crowd.

Draco had never been in a crowd like this before. There was someone pushed up against him on all sides. How were there even this many Gryffindor students, let alone upperclassmen? Soon he realized that it wasn't just the Gryffindors that were in the common room, but there were Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and even a few Slytherins.

Draco felt like he couldn't breathe. When did the common room get so small?

He pushed himself away from the center of the room. Maybe that would help.

But all along the walls and all over the couches were couples pressed way too close together, and Draco averted his eyes.

I should just go up to my room and call it a night.

He was on his way over to the dormitory, about to go up the stairs, when a group of boys came barreling down.

"Draco! I didn't think you would show up!" Neville seemed surprised, yet happy, to see him, which put a smile on his face.

"Yeah, uh, Hermione kinda made me. I lost her though, I don't know where she has gone off to." He was glad he had found Neville, and from the looks of it, it seemed like he was staying sober, so at least he could talk to someone.

"Malfoy? Here? I thought I would never see th'day!" Ron laughed and came over to him, throwing his arm around Draco's shoulder. "So, who are you, really? Under all that polyjuice?"

Harry thought this was hilarious, as he was doubled over with laughter. Draco was annoyed. Annoyed at how the two of them could be so irresponsible, annoyed at how Ron had called him Malfoy, annoyed at how they were making fun of him.

"How is it that the two of you are already drunk?" They were fifteen for crying out loud.

"I'm not that drunk-" Ron said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask, pointing it at Draco. "Why, d'ya want some?"

"Ron," Neville started.

"Are you serious right now?" Draco pushed it away from him. "We have a Herbology test first thing in the morning! What would Hermione say?"

"'Mione will be mad at us no matter what," Harry slurred as he took the flask from Ron. "You two are similar in that way."

Draco rolled his eyes. "At least I have a reason to be mad at you-"

"Whatever happened to trying to be civil?" Harry narrowed his eyes as Draco rolled his.

"And whatever happened to not trying to pick a fight with me every time we speak?"

Ron took the flask and pushed it at Draco.

"Ron, leave him alone, he doesn't want to."

Thank you, Neville. I don't deserve you. He sent him a sympathetic look.

"You need to calm down, mate. C'mon. Jus' a swig won't hurt, right?"

He should have said no. Why couldn't he say no? He wanted to.

But he didn't. Maybe it was because Ron was right, he needed to calm down. He was too tense, too stressed from studying and from being in a hot crowded room. Maybe it was because he wanted to try it, just to know what it felt like. He had never really been reckless before in his life. Maybe he should give it a shot? Maybe it was because he didn't want people to keep thinking he was some pathetic loser. Or maybe it was because Harry still hadn't taken his eyes off Draco since he had come down the stairs, and he didn't want Harry to keep thinking he was some pathetic loser.