Why am I even here?
I looked around the library. Half a dozen drunken idiots unworthy of a Malfoy's presence.
"More Wire Fiskey Malfoy?" Crabbe slurred. Holding a bottle of Fire Whiskey that appeared to be tilted dangerously in the direction of my new robes.
"Sure," I managed to fake a slur. I swear, it's so hard to stoop to their low standards, especially while they are impaired by alcohol.
Crabbe attempted to pour some Fire Whiskey into my goblet. Unfortunately for both of us a good sum of it ended up, well where else could it have, on my new robes.
"Bastard," I mumbled, casting a simple cleaning charm that would hopefully remove those stains. Father would surely be convinced that I had been drinking. Of course he probably had at my age, but I like to consider myself a proper Malfoy. The number one rule of being one is to never make yourself appear idiotic in front of lesser wizards, mud-bloods, or muggles.
But then, that was not truly the reason I was here. I knew she would be here soon and I didn't want to be drunk when it happened. I wanted to be fully aware, and remember that moment for the rest of my life. That was the only reason I forced myself to be around these idiots.
I used another spell to empty the remains of my goblet. Crabbe, noticing it was empty asked me if I would like another goblet-full.
We repeated this process nearly five times, hoping that bottle would run out soon. Crabbe kept muttering something about "quite a hang-over I'll have in the morning." If only he knew, which of course he never would. If my process does not go as planned I can always blame it on the Fire Whiskey.
I sat thinking for a while on how I would go about my plan. Well, there wasn't really a plan yet, so that's what I thought about. Then, as if a light bulb had lit over my head, I had a plan. Only a light bulb would never turn on over a Malfoy's head. One: it's a worthless muggle appliance and two: Malfoy's are more sophisticated than that.
Anyway, on with my brilliant idea.
"We could play truth or daree," I slurred, holding the "e" on dare out for added effects.
"Truf or dare, Goyle," Crab managed to say.
Well, some brilliant idea. Now all I had to do was remain unnoticed until she walked in, then complain about not being picked yet.
In some strange way it was funny to watch them spill their secrets without thinking twice about it. Did you know that Goyle sleeps with a teddy bear from when he was 4? Not being drunk does have it's advantages. I smirked.
I looked at the clock on the wall. 11:30, it read. I wonder if I'm too late. Did i miss her coming in here? Maybe she is under Potter's invisibility cloak.
I was just about to fake sick and leave when she walked through the door. I opened my mouth to state that I had never been picked.
"Draco," Pansy said, trying to be sweet, "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," I answered automatically, never taking my eyes off her. How lucky, I hadn't even needed to ask her to pick me.
"I dare you too... Hm... Let me think of a good one," She said, although it sounded awfully rehearsed. "I dare you to kiss the girl you love."
I looked at her. Could this have been any more perfect? She had her lips puckered up and her face in the air, expecting her to kiss her. When I didn't she looked up, but it was too late. I was already halfway across the room. They all turned around and stared at me when I kissed Hermione Granger straight on the lips.