❝ You were the nicotine I never knew I needed. ❞
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Athea's nipples rubbed against the fabric of her lace bra, the cups fitting her round breasts. They were pressed harshly against the wooden planks of the floor. "Get up." Was all she heard before ab...
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Athea walked out of the office eager to forget about all of this with a nice big bottle of fire whiskey, and maybe a boy or two. Unfortunately her plans were stopped by the white haired boy. He tugged on her wrist twisting her around, now facing him.
"What?" Athea spat before Draco could say anything.
"I, I want to know what the hell that was earlier." He said, first anxious but them bringing his act back up; rage.
"This doesn't concern you." Athea barely finished her statement before she tried to turn around, but Draco's grip tightened around her wrist.
"It does actually, you went phsycho on me." He said through his teeth. "What the fuck was that anyway?" Voice filled with concern. His whole face looked emotionless, but his eyes never lied. Athea could see the genuine in his eyes, normally a pool of ice swirling in the cold water; now melting at the edges. Scared she'll make them over flow, Athea looks away from his eyes, focusing on his arms.
Draco never looked at her for so long, they never were close; they've known each other their whole life, but never knew anything about one another. Her Eyes were dark brown, almost black. Like a stone wall, Draco could never see past. They reminded him of cracked dirt, so dry and lifeless one press could wipe out any sign of life. Yet through the cracks you could see some green, as if a garden of emotions are finding their way out of the heavy dirt. Flowers begging to bloom out.
The second Athea removed her gaze off Draco's eyes, he continued the conversation. "Look, I know both of us have some disagreements," he paused for a breath, looking back up at her. "But we need to stick together. Okay?"
Athea thought about it for a moment, she really did hate him, and the only thing keeping her attached to him is the sexual tension they have. He never impressed her, he was weak. Not weak because of emotions, but weak from happiness. Even if he had horrible parents that didn't pay a mind to his feelings, he had friends with the same problems. That's when they realized they could borrow their sorrows with parties and weed together. That's how they all kept each other happy. Not griffindor you can stay over Christmas break with my family since yours died happy, but decent happiness.
She was cut out of her thoughts by the Malfoy once more. "So? What do you think?"
"Alright, I suppose I could find it useful having you around."
"You really are a Slytherin." Draco chuckled. "Cmon let's go back to the common room." They both remembered that their hands were intertwined from all the pulling and pushing they did not even two minutes ago. Athea backed away and straightened her dress, realizing how she didn't bring her robe with her.
As they made their way to the green room, the only sounds that could be heard were Athea and Draco's school shoes klinking their way closer to their destination on the cold stone floor. Athea looked down to see her hands, shiny black coffin shaped acrylics laying on her nails. Noticing the faint red marks from the harsh tugging on her wrists.
"So what tasks did you get assigned?" She decided to ask, defusing the tension by asking a light question. She never really was good with small talk.
"Quiet down are you stupid, someone could hear you!" He hissed at her, a little surprised by the question.
"Merlin calm down I was just asking, since we arefriendsnow."
l a t e r
Draco was walking out of his dorm towards the Slytherin party held in the common room. It was gonna be just 5th to 7th years, slytherin only of course. He was sitting on one of the couches, the party already started and most people have gotten here. Athea was getting ready in her dorm, she hated getting to the parties early; every one was still sober and no one gave fun dares. It was around 23:00, assuming everyone was a little tipsy she went down stairs.
"Hello Hello!" Blaise yelled over the loud music inviting me in the little group by the back of the room.
"Hey Athea, what took so long?" Daphne asked in between taking a sip from a vodka bottle. "I just hate when it's early it's boring as fuck."
"Oh okay well we were just playing truth or truth, here." Blaise said pointing towards a spot on the green rug to sit. Athea sat next to Blaise, her back was leaning against the couch. On the couch laid Daphne, the couch across was accompanied by Draco and Doran, they were clearly a little tipsy, their postures slumped against the green leather couch.
"Okay Athea truth or truth?" Doran asked the dark haired girl.
"I think it's pretty obvious what I'm gonna choose." She said back, her legs were stretched out in the floor; crossed at the ankles.
"What are you most scared of?" He asked, taking a small sip out of his cup.
"Good one." Daphne laughed, no one sure if it's from the whiskey or blunt she had 10 minutes ago.
"Umm, I guess being a Hufflepuff." Athea laughed, already forgetting about the stress.
"No no, like your actual fear." Draco said, looking at her for the first time tonight. She looks like she took a nap, hair slightly frizzy but makeup done. She looked good, like always but her face looked less tired. Draco was kind of happy, glad almost that she rested a bit.
"Well since you all must know," she paused for a bit. "I don't actually know. Loosing, maybe being weak. I honestly don't know."
"You clearly need to visit the boggart." Doran chuckled.
"Well I don't really know my fear either, dumb scar face ruined the whole class with his dementor issues." Draco replied.
"Honey, we all know your fear. Daddy Lucius being disappointed in you." Blaise laughed his ass off, everyone joined too.
"Shut the fuck up, that's not funny." He replied
"Okay okay next question. Daphne who would you fuck, but they can't be in slytherin." Athea asked the girl laying on the couch. The music got quiet and more students left, leaving just the group and some blacked out kids.
"I'd say Fred, or maybe George."
"Weaselbee??" Draco said disgusted.
"Both at the same time, Paris?" Athea nudged her elbow at her smirking.
"You did not just say that, BITCHHHHH." Blaise yelled, rolling around the rug.
"I'm just saying they kinda cute, and I don't mind visiting Paris with the both." She smirked.
"What about you Athea?" Draco asked. "Who would you fuck?" He was sitting on the couch with his legs spread apart, hair a little messy and cheeks slightly pink from the fire whiskey. Looking into her eyes intensely, as if telling her to be careful with her answer.
