After Saving Draco [ONGOING / REWRITING]

chapter ten

Tala. 178 days before May 4, 1999.

"Malfoy! Malfoy! Malfoy!" The crowd chanted repeatedly, celebrating Draco's win for our house.

I entered the common room alone while Hermione and Luna went to the Gryffindor party instead. So as Pansy greeted me excitedly and handed me a drink, I dropped my poster on the ground as she held my hand to drag me inside.

Slytherins knew how to party.

The common room's already dark nature made it the perfect setting for couples. The were dozens making out in every direction as I walked in deeper and pushed past people with Pansy. Some were huddled together, lighting up their wands and indulging in Gillyweed, and soon the smell of herbs, smoke, and alcohol began to fill the room.

The music that played echoed so loudly that I couldn't hear myself think, and the room was so crowded with people dancing and chatting amongst themselves. The fireplace had burned brightly, some students roasting snacks.

Draco was being lifted up in a chanting crowd as he held a cup in his hand, visibly drunk. He had an even brighter smile on his flushed face once he spotted me, his ego going through the roof as people continued to the praise him. I laughed at his state and continued to drink from the cup Pansy gave me, feeling myself get tipsy as I realized that I've never seen him drunk before. She let my hand go gently and began to leave, telling me that Draco had ordered her to "fetch me".

"Hey Tiny!" Draco waved at me to come over to him as the crowd put him back down on the ground. "Come here, love."

He took his cup to his lips as he reached me, and I watched his Adam's Apple move quickly as he chugged down the entire thing. Draco threw the empty cup onto the floor, not caring about making a mess and took my hand to drag me to the dance floor filled with students.

I followed his lead and did the same, downing my cup and throwing it onto the ground as he dragged me inside a crowd. We began to dance together alongside the rest of the Slytherin students. Draco bursted into laughter as we danced, the most I've ever seen him — making me smile so much because I loved seeing him so happy.

My intoxicated body had felt sensitive to any slight touch. And as Draco pulled me in closer by my lower back while I wrapped my arms around his neck, my stomach started fluttering like it did when I danced at the Halloween party. Colors began looking brighter like it always did as flashes of rainbows shown on us simultaneously — everything started moving so fast, like time had been sped up as the energy in the room intensified.

Draco turned me around and I began dancing against him, swaying my hips smoothly to the beat of the songs as I dropped lower and dragged my hands across his chest. As I stood up again, I kept dancing against him as he kept his hands on my waist from behind me. Draco began to move his hands lower and underneath my skirt, making me giggle as he began to kiss my neck from behind. His hot breaths gave my entire body goosebumps, murmuring things into my ear and making them turn red.

I felt electrified.

And so I grabbed his tie and pulled it down to my level, kissing each other aggressively as the crowd around us began to roar in cheers. We kept our lips locked as he began to carry me by my thighs, pushing past people forcefully as we entered the boys' dormitories and kicked people out of the room.

"Collorportus!" We both casted at the door breathlessly, giving each other a look.

Draco carried me and threw me onto his bed, I knew it was his because the green sheets had smelled like vanilla, exactly like him. He began to tower over me as he grabbed my neck with his cold large hand, kissing me aggressively with his soft lips as our tounges continued to meet. I felt flushed as my heartbeats quickened, his free hand moving dangerously underneath my skirt.

"Right here?" I asked breathlessly as he nibbled my earlobes. "Right now?"

Draco pulled away and his eyes looked into my dark ones longingly, his bleach blonde hair dangling over my face. He had a genuine smile on his flushed face as his teeth and light grey eyes sparkled down at me. He was so high on adrenaline and his ego took over his intoxicated body, but he was still such a gentleman.

"Would you like to?" Draco asked, just as breathless as I was.

I nodded my head surely and we began to unbutton each other's shirts quickly, growing impatient and ripping it off instead. The sounds of our heavy pants and the noises that escaped our lips as our bare bodies connected filled the room. Even the sound of the party out in the common rooms had been drowned out by us from the inside of the boys' dormitories, the volume of his bed creaking growing at a quickly increasing rate.

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Tala. 177 days before May 4, 1999.

"Stop poking them!" I scolded Draco for the hundredth time. "My entire body is still hurts!"

"Means I did quite good last night," Draco taunted smugly as he took a bite of his breakfast, making sure everybody heard as he poked the hickeys on my inner thighs, chest, and neck again. "Maybe I was a bit too rough."

Pansy, Blaise, and Goyle began to snigger across the table from us as they ate, some Slytherin boys muttering bitterly at Draco's comment.

"Shut up," I warned him as I squeezed his thigh with force, knowing it was sore too with trails of hickeys underneath his pants.

"Ow!" Draco whined and chuckled. "Stop doing that!"

His friends continued to chortle at us, with the same Slytherin boys that muttered bitterly sighing longingly at me.

"Shut up," I told him again. "Oh look! Just on cue!" I said excitedly as I turned Draco's chest towards the Great Hall's doors, wanting him to watch what was about to happen.

Ron began to enter wearing my school uniform.

Our bet was that if Gryffindor won, I'd have to stand on the Slytherin table during breakfast and sing the Gryffindor modified version of Weasley is Our King, especially since the original composer was no other than my boyfriend.

But if Slytherin won, I'd have Ron wear my school uniform, my short skirts revealing his toned, pale, and ginger haired legs in all its glory. Seeing that I won the bet, Ron walked in wearing my skirt with my button up dress shirt that were too tight on him, along with stockings and Mary Janes that I transfigured to fit his feet.

The only thing that fit him well was my Slytherin tie around his neck, and so as he walked deeper into the room and sat with Harry and Hermione, everybody in the Great Hall had started bursting into laughter as they pointed at Ron.

"You look so pretty today Ronnie," I teased him as Draco and his friends, along with the Slytherin boys and everyone else laughed at my comment.

"Oh shut it Tally!" Ron hissed at me, Hermione and Harry chuckling beside him.

Draco wrapped his arm proudly around my neck as he continued to eat, laughing to himself and Ron nonstop as he smiled at me, kissing my cheek.

"Ah," Draco sighed happily. "You're brilliant."