Chemistry ; draco malfoy

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A/N
here come some fun chapters ;)

no, sadly i don't mean smut
slight sexual warning tho

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when jules and i walk into potions today, malfoy and theo are already sitting in their seats. theo, ever the gentleman, turns when he hears us approach and gives us a kind smile, giving jules a playful wink. draco on the other hand, he pretends as if we don't exist. he doesn't even acknowledge our existence.

but it's fine. i just need to survive until the end of this term, and then my life will be draco free.

it only takes a few moments before i'm once again enamoured with dracos rings. his pale, slender fingers toying with the cold metal. he carefully slides them ever so slightly down his ring finger, then moved onto his middle.

i'm not sure how long it takes me to notice, but when i finally do look back up, i'm met with malfoy's sneering face. his top lip twitches and he turns away.

he's unable to focus for long, because soon enough theo is turning around on his chair and asking draco," are you bringing anything to the party tonight?" it's innocent enough, yet i can't help but feel as though there's some hidden meaning, and whatever it is i'm being excluded from it.

i decide not to pester them, seeing as how i annoyed draco enough last night as it is. draco gives theo a nod of his head, and theo turns around after mumbling a quick," wicked."

when the class ends after what feels like an eternity, i find jules and interrogate her about said party.

"were we ever invited to a party?" i say as i catch up to her in the hall, knocking my elbow with hers.

she fixes the dress of her bag before answering," obviously, you just don't ever listen," she says as if it's obvious.

"well are we going?" i try to sound nonchalant, but deep down i desperately want to go.

"duh were going, tonight is a huge part in my plan," she grind maniacally. great. my best friend is bloody mental. " the party's in the room of requirement, so unless someone snitches we won't get caught." she lowers her voice while she speaks, just in case there are any eavesdroppers.

"oh yes, how could i forget about the nott nut plan," i wiggle my eyebrows, and i'm met with a shove to the shoulder. we both laugh as we head toward defence class.

the rest of the day passes in a blur of wands and pages of parchment. by the end of the day, my wrist is so cramped i'm surprised it doesn't look disfigured.

we arrive at our dormitory after dinner and begin to get ready for the party. i know that by the end of the night i'll either be too tired or too drunk to take off any makeup, so i decided against wearing any at all. jules on the other hand goes full out, saying," i'm not drinking this time, i want to remember it so i can tell you all the juicy details." she makes a point to emphasize the word juicy, much to my dismay.

i skin through my wardrobe, not wanting to wear my school robes to a party. i'm about to pick up a plain black sweater when suddenly jules is shoving some black fabric into my hands.

"no. no way are you showing up wearing a fucking sweater," she laughs lightheartedly. i frown down at the dress.

"but i'm gonna be too tired to take it off at the end of the night," i whine for extra measure. i know that if i get too drunk that i don't want to be confined to this layer of second skin.