Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

euphoric

        The common room was filled now. Full of drunk teenagers dancing and laughing.

Draco was flirting with yet another girl. Its been girl, after girl, after girl. He knows it's getting to me because after each one he looks me in the eye and moves on to a different one.

He knows I've been put up to babysit him.

I sit down, my head almost spinning from the noise. I don't usually drink but I can't watch him sober messing with girls over and over.

My eyes follow him as he takes another shot of fire whiskey, and doesn't wince. He catches my eyes and smirks, I blink and he's standing over me.

"Malfoy.." I look up at him. He's towering over me, hands in his pockets.

"You're scaring off girls you know, by staring at me when I talk to them, it distracts me."

"You've already told me this, I know I distract you and it is ok, a lot of people seem to have that problem." I say sarcastically, "I'm so deeply sorry i throw off your game."

He sits by me, but looks around as if he isn't talking to me.

"You know, I wouldn't have to babysit you if you didn't come, then maybe one of us would be enjoying themselves," I add.

He acts offended, "You don't even need an invite anymore, everyone's here. I wouldn't be surprised if I saw McGonagall on the table twerking with Potter."

I scan the room realizing he is right, almost everyone is here.

"I'm bored," I mumble after spending a few minutes scanning the room. Draco hasn't made a move to get up again. Even that was more interesting then this. Everyone here is having fun.

"How about we make this a little more fun," he leans over, close enough to make me look around to see if anyone is looking. "Stop babysitting me like I'm a child." He states harshly, gets up and walks over to a table for another shot.

Fine. I don't need to babysit his bi-polar ass, I don't care what Hermione says, he's not my problem.

I stand up and see Harry, looking very drunk.

"Hi, Harry," I say downing two shots.

He rolls his eyes, "I'm druncket, dance?"

Very smooth. There he pours me another two shots.

I laugh as he tries to take my hand, leading me to the middle like in a ball room.

"Harry, I will not waltz with you here."

"Yes you will, yes you will, yes you will." He repeats as he tries to spin me.

"I'm wearing heavy boots,and I'm five shots in. If I fall you are going down with me."

He shakes his head and continues.

"This is not a good ideaaa-"

He tries to dip me, making him and I stumble into a group of angry Ravenclaws.

"Sorry, sorry!" We both yell out, and he drags me back to our spot, where instead of waltzing he smiles and start dancing to the beat.

It was the moment the shots hit me.

The music sounds so clear to my ears, as if I'm wearing my own headphones. The lights seem to match up with the beats of the music and everyone around me.

I spin again and meet eyes with Draco Malfoy. His eyes scan me slowly. His mouth upturns, but not into a smile. His hand finds my wrist quickly and turns me back to Harry who seems to be dancing like he's in a competition that he needs to win to save his life.