Paper Planes (Draco Fan Fiction)

11.

The party was loud, so loud. You could hear the music blaring from down the corridors; two, maybe three corridors down from where the motive was. I could feel myself getting more nervous the closer we got to the party, the thought of facing Malfoy right now makes me feel sick. I knew I looked good, but I was still so nervous to be in his presence, what will he say to me? How will he react? Will anything happen? I was planning to get wasted, so I honestly had no idea where the night would go.

Hermione and I were already slightly tipsy from several pre-shots of muggle vodka in her dorm beforehand, which was probably for the best, as otherwise I would've been a hot, anxious mess. Now, i'm just a mildly anxious hot mess.

My blonde hair was bopping along with my strides, quite elegantly actually, considering I was wearing huge heels and my feet were already feeling like shit. However, the way I looked, the way I smelt, I felt like royalty. I want Malfoy' jaw to drop down to the end of his lanky body to his feet when he sees me.

As we approached the door to the party, I felt the vibrations of the music rush through me. Hermione quietly knocked on the door, it was pathetic. We were stood at the door waiting like shy children. Nobody came to the door, obviously, they couldn't hear, as the music was too loud and the shouts of drunken teenagers echoed through the walls.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spot Blaise walking up to us. He chuckles at our awkward postures waiting to enter the party.

"Why don't you just go in you pussies" he jokes around, nudging my shoulder as he brushes past me, eventually turning the door knob and opening the door. He strolled into the party causally, not looking back at us, probably because he knew we felt embarrassed.

"Right, I need a drink down me now." Hermione claims and giggles. I giggle back at her and nod in agreement. We make our way over to the table with cups and bowls and kegs filled with all sorts of alcoholic beverages; some muggle and some wizardry. I eagerly snatch two cups from the stack in-front of me as Hermione whips out from her clutch a flask filled with more muggle vodka. She roughly pours the spirit into our cups and fills just over half the cup of pure vodka, before adding a dash of lemonade to slightly take away the burn of the drink.

"Shall we just down this? There's plenty of drink here, and I wanna get as fucked as possible." I hint at my best friend. She looks at me excitingly before holding up her cup to cheers me. We swig our cups into our mouths, violently gulping down the alcohol like thirsty dogs. I slam my cup down and let out a slight gag at what I had just done.

Vodka tastes disgusting, like acid and arse.

After downing our first drink Hermione pours us two shots each of this wizardry shot. It was purple and sparkly, it smelt like nothing, but oh Merlin, it tasted amazing, like fresh picked plums in the summertime, with a hint of honey, to add to the sweetness even more. It tasted like juice, which is what gets you. You can't believe that such a childish tasting drink can get you so drunk, but trust me, it fucking can.

Then, I poured us both some more muggle vodka I found on a coffee table near us, adding the lemonade carelessly as I felt the alcohol start to make my body feel fuzzy and warm.

I start dancing with Hermione, we looked so good. Our hips were swaying seamlessly, like we were professionals. I could feel the boys eyes on us as we moved together, I felt powerful. In front of me I see Harry pouring everyone shots, being the life of the party, as you know, Harry loves pleasing people.

Then, Fred and George make their way over to us, shimmying over to us jokingly. We let out a flirty laugh at them before joining them to dance. Hermione has her heart set on Ron, but when she's drunk, she will dance with literally anyone, even her lovers brothers.

I never noticed how pretty Fred's eyes were, you could get lost in them that's for sure. We danced around together, very unattractively, both looking like sweaty messes. His skin still looked flawless, even though he was dripping with sweat. He obviously looked after himself, which surprised me because I just assume all boys are dirty fuckers who never wash.

Although I was sweating and I was dancing like an absolute buffoon, I still looked and felt sexy. I felt alive. In this moment I felt like myself. I wasn't just some silly Muggle-born, I wasn't just Draco's toy. I was just me.

Fred continues to dance and I manage to make my way over to a section of the dance floor by myself, off my face. I wasn't really aware of my surroundings. I was just simply vibing to the music, soaking up the all positive atmosphere in the air.

Suddenly, I feel a cold pair of hands grip my waist. His rings dig into my sides. I pretend I'm not bothered by it, but I really am. His touch literally gives me goosebumps. I just continue to dance, now actually trying to be sexy, as I know who's behind me. My movements match his, we dance together and fit together perfectly. I slip right into his frame like a puzzle. All I have to say is, this felt so right.

"Why do you have to be so fucking attractive" Malfoy whispers in my ear, gripping my waist a little tighter.

I smirk at his comment. He's drunk. But so am I, so it's fine. Anything I say, anything he says, its the alcohol. He doesn't actually mean it, and I know that deep down, but I like the attention.

I continue to dance on him, grinding my body against his softly. He roughly turns me around to face him. Our eyes lock and I swear, it's like he hypnotises me. His eyes remind me of pearls, the ones deep down at the bottom of the ocean. The way the strobe party lights struck his face made him so mesmerising and welcoming. His pale skin appeared smooth and comforting. I lightly stroke his neck with my fingertips, not breaking eye contact, biting my lip slightly at him. He smiles at me with desire.

"I know we're both going to regret this when we're sober" he admits. I look up at him with soft, innocent eyes, teasing him. I smile and nod.

"Yeah, fuck it" I whisper in his ear.

Before I know it, my lips are against his neck, sucking it, kissing it, biting it. His hands travel down my dress. I look back up at him, wondering what he will do next. He licks his lips as I watch him, before kissing my lips roughly.

This was a lustful kiss, it was passionate. It was nothing emotional. It was a drunken, passionate kiss. We both wanted each other in this moment, our bodies craved one another, but there was nothing else in this moment. Just lust.

We stop kissing for a second and continue dancing drunkenly. Our movements were sloppy, we looked like such idiots. I turn my head and see Hermione sitting on Ron on the sofa. Her tongue is down his throat. They both seem pretty pleased with themselves.

Snapping me out of my thoughts, Draco turns my head back to face him.

"Let's go somewhere private, I want to get to know you better" he teases, smirking at me. I chuckle at him, indicating I knew exactly what he meant. Our palms slipped together and he drags me away from the party.

His hands were now warm from the touch of my body, which made me happy. As he continued to drag me down the corridor, stumbling every now and then from the crooked concrete floor and drunken footsteps, we eventually reach a room.

Snape's classroom. How clichè Malfoy.