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t w e n t y - e i g h t

His voice was so intense when he was being serious. I like it when he was serious though.

"Are you excited for your first ever wizard party?" He asks sarcastically.

"I don't know. Should I be excited?" I say while taking my eyes off the lake and looking at him.

"They're alright. As long as you don't get too drunk we'll be fine." He says with a smirk on his lips.

"What do you mean as long as I don't get too drunk." I repeat back to him with a scowl on my face.

He takes his hand and puts on the top of my thigh. "Well the last time you was drunk, we ended up waking up in the same bed with each others names scratched into our skin."

"Don't act so innocent. Your the one who brought the quill into the equation." I snap while rolling my eyes.

"Don't you play the victim. Your the one who begged to be punished." He teases as he moved his hand slowly between my legs.

"And don't you act like you didn't love every second of it." I bite back.

"Trust me. I'm not." He says slowly. His hand is now right between my thighs and about to go underneath my dress. "You really do look beautiful, princess."

It's as if he is fluent in my love language. He knows exactly what buttons to press and right now he is pushing them all. His hand gripping hold of my thigh instantly makes body fragile and sends all sense of careful out the window.

"How did you know red is my favourite colour?" He says taking his hand off my thigh and running his index finger along my lips.

"I didn't." I reply hungrily.

"It suits you." He says looking at my lips and the back to my eyes.

"Black looks really good on you." I blert out while pulling on his tie.

"You like the tie?" He asks with a smirk.

I nod in response as I twiddle the fabric between my fingers.

"I bet it would look so much better on you." He says. He then leans in and whispers "around your wrists."

I gasp in shock at his words. He was so bloody sexy when he talked about what he wanted. His voice was husky and rough as he speaks, reminding me of how he moaned in my ear the night before.

"You'd like that wouldn't you. My hands tied behind my back. Unable to move or resist." I tease him.

"The thought of it is making my cock hard." He says.

I reach over to him and undo the tie from around his neck. I then rap around my neck and wear it as if it is a scarf. I then climb on top of him and unbutton his shirt.

I can feel his cock digging into the inner part of my thigh as I sit on him. He wasn't lying when he said he was hard. The thought of the tie turned me on just as much as it did him. I could feel my heart beating out on my chest and my clit pulsating between my legs.

I lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek leaving a impression of my lips. I want to tease him so that he would not take no for an answer later. If I was going to make him weak he is going to have to work for it.

"I believe you." I reply breaking the silence.

"Later though my darling. We have a party to attend." He says with a smirk knowing exactly what he was doing. He can't tease me. I'm the one who is supposed to be teasing him.

I climb off his lap and pull the tie from around my neck letting it fall onto my thighs. "Let's go then." I say with a sigh as I stand up from the bench.

He stands up and stands over me looking down at me. He was trying to intimidate me and it wasn't working. "You ready for this, princess." He says while stroking my cheek with his index finger.

I look up and notice that my lipstick is still stained on his cheek. I lick the tip of my thumb and wipe the stain from his face. "Now I am."

"Good." He says then grabbing my hand. "We just need to find this bloody tent."

"I thought the party was on the pitch?"

"Well the tent is either on the pitch or near the pitch." He says as we start walking back across the grass.

We turn around the corner from the trees and look over at the pitch which is now in complete darkness.

"Looks like the party will be on the pitch after all." He says with a smirk.

All you could see was the large towers coming out of the grass and the castle in the distance.

"I can't see anything." I say while trying to look for something in the distance.

"Exactly. That's the whole point." He laughs. "If you can't see it then Filtch defiantly won't see it."

"Is Filtch the old one with the scary cat?" I ask.

"Yeah. I'm shocked the old git is still kicking to be fair."

We get to the Slytherin tower and Malfoy holds up the fabric that covers the frame of the tower. "After you." He says gesturing me to go threw first.

I duck underneath the fabric and try and dodge the wooden beams above me. The tower looks a lot taller when your underneath it.

Malfoy does the same thing and walks over to the opposite side of the tower which is facing the pitch. I follow and I can now hear what sounded like music and people talking.

He reaches down to the bottom of the fabric again and pulls it up so I can get threw. On the other side there is a large group of people blocking the way. The light leaks into the dark and cold tower to the point where I need to close my eyes for a few second for them to adjust.

I walk out and the people in front of us instantly walk away. I can see a tent which is in the centre of the pitch. The tent is a bright yellow with a purple pattern stitched into the sides.

"Oi Malfoy. Over here." I hear a voice say in front of us. It was Blaise standing at the entrance of the tent.

Everyone standing on the pitch turned around and stares at me and Malfoy. One group of girls on the far side of the pitch give me the evils. Then I realise that Parkinson is in that group. I didn't even recognise her out of uniform. Her hair is in a ponytail at the top of her head and she is wearing a deep crimson dress. Good thing I didn't wear my red dress.

I glance over at the group closest to us and I don't recognise anyone. "She looks good." I hear one of the group say with a thick Irish accent. It was tall boy with short, spiky brown hair and blue eyes. He is wearing a navy hoodie and what looked to be black jeans.

I smile at the comment. It made me feel more confident that I did look good. I glance back at Malfoy and his eyes are fixed on the spiky haired boy. Was he jealous?