Hello! This is my first Drarry fanfic so I hope it goes well.
I'm unsure whether to continue this idea so if you like it, please review and let me know so I can continue to write chapters for you. (:
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It had only been six months since the Battle of Hogwarts. Every student tried to act like nothing was new this year, but the knowledge of freedom in the Wizarding World gave a completely different feel to the school and to their life as a whole. Especially for Draco. Everybody now knew for definite that his family were followers of Lord Voldemort, and, following the fall of the Dark Lord, they all regarded any Malfoy as scum. Of course, they would never admit it due to Draco's harsh temper, but all respect for the boy and for his family name had withered. He was no longer the Slytherin Prince; his fellows were no longer scared of him; he was now merely a student, returning to re-sit his seventh year just like everybody else.
Due to his family's humiliation six months previous, Draco had changed. He was still as stubborn and arrogant as ever, but he never voiced it. It had been months since anybody had seen Draco tease a child or laugh sinisterly at all the hopeless Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, or even sneer as the golden trio floated past him in the corridor. All he did was sit sullenly in the corner of every room ignoring anyone that gave him any attention.
Due to his sudden change in character, his friends – or, as Draco would always refer to them by, his loyal companions – decided it was time to loosen him up; bring back the old Draco Malfoy. After weeks of trying to convince him to join them, he finally agreed, but was most reluctant to do so. He only did it to shut them up and keep them off of his back for a few more weeks.
They had agreed to meet outside the Room of Requirements on the seventh floor. They couldn't have picked anywhere else but here, could they, Draco thought to himself as he looked up at the brick wall. There were too many memories held in that room: and none of them were at all good. His mind started running through them all, beginning with the vanishing cabinet…
"Draco!"
He was awoken out of his trance and was made aware of the group of smug looking Slytherins heading towards him. He could tell they had a plan. Oh, how he regretted his decision already.
"Draco!" He heard again, in that high-pitched voice that could only belong to Pansy Parkinson. She ran towards him, excited, grinning, her long black hair swirling in the air. She stopped right in front of him and giggled girlishly. "Don't look so dull," she said, leaning in closer, "It'll be fun. I promise." She finished with a wink before stepping aside and letting Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Daphne Greengrass take their place in front of him.
Malfoy grimaced. He really didn't want to be here.
"Lighten up, Malfoy." Zabini spat, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, lighten up," Daphne repeated but in a less fed-up tone. "We managed to sneak some Firewhiskey and Elderflower Wine into the castle." She smirked, "All Pansy's idea, of course." She added, her smirk growing wider. She didn't need to mention whose idea it was but she wanted to, because she knew I would make Malfoy uncomfortable. Although Daphne and Draco were friends (acquaintances as he often liked to stress) they were the type who went out of one another's way to make the other angry or unsettled. It worked for better for both of them that way. But Daphne knew that by revealing it was Pansy's idea it would also reveal the ebony-haired girl's intentions for this evening. She planned to 'loosen up' Draco in such a way that he would become vulnerable and available, so to speak. In other words, she wanted to take advantage of him. Looking over towards Parkinson – he had never noticed how small she was before, coming up to just below his shoulders – he noticed the heat under her skin trying to escape her pores in one huge burst, causing her face to light up a considerable shade of pink.
Malfoy chose to ignore Daphne's latter comment. "We're not third years anymore, Daphne. It's perfectly legal for us to be drinking alcohol."
"Yeah, but not in the castle! McGonagall has banned all seventh year, and I guess eighth in your case, students from bringing any form of it within reach of the younger years." Perked up a new voice.
The whole group turned their heads to see Astoria, Daphne's younger sister, had now joined the cluster of Slytherin's blocking the seventh floor hallway. Zabini quickly turned his head towards the older of the Greengrass sisters and shot her a cold 'why-the-hell-did-you-bring-her-along' glare. It was known to many people that Astoria was not good at handling her drink, and was all over every guy she laid eyes on from the moment the Butterbeer touched her lips. Daphne brushed the glare off. She couldn't help that her sister found out everything they arranged to do and invited herself along to all of the events; she was persistant.
"Shall we head inside, now that we're all here?" Pansy suggested with a huge grin plastered across her annoyingly cute face.
The room was simple. Stone walls, carpeted flooring, no windows; the only light source in the room was the fireplace, roaring in front of the suitably places sofas, projecting light onto the faces of the Slytherin pride. Some lay on the couches, some sat leaning against them, and one – that 'one' being Astoria – lay sprawled and sleepy across the floor some feet away from the rest. The wine had clearly been too much for her.
The rest of the group were laughing uncontrollably at Draco's expense, except from Pansy, who was sulking for having not been let in on the idea.
"Are you trying to say," Malfoy began, trying to hold back his laughter as he spoke, "that you had spent months planning this when I could've came up with the same idea within minutes?" He boasted with a smirk. The Firewhiskey hadn't make Malfoy drunk, but tipsy enough to forget about all his worries and difficulties and actually have fun like he used to. He was starting to get back to normal but they group knew the effects of the alcohol would no longer be in place in the morning. So, unknown to Malfoy, this was only one of the first of their many plans to restore him to his wicked self.
"Yup!" Blaise chuckled. "Fortunately for us, we don't think like you do, Malfoy, so it took us a while to come up with an idea so cunning that it would have to make you become the cruel, heartless bastard you used to be." He replied with a smirk.
Malfoy, at least the 'jolly' Malfoy, took this comment in his stride but still remained to play hard. "And what if I refuse?"
"If you refuse… Well, y-"
"I personally think it's a stupid idea!" Pansy interrupted, crossing her arms.
"Ooh, calm down, Granger!" Daphne said, mocking the crossing of her arms. "You're only in a huff because you can't get your groove on with your Prince over here!" Draco winced at the mention of the word 'Prince' but brushed it off and soon joined in with the laughter of his fellow Slytherins.
After the laughter died down, Zabini started up again, "As I was saying… Well, you won't refuse an offer as tempting as that. At least, our old Draco wouldn't…" He teased, hoping that it would make Malfoy accept the challenge. And funnily enough it did.
The platinum-haired boy drank the last few drops of Firewhiskey in his glass and leant forward towards Blaise, resting his elbows on his knees. "Remind me what I have to do." He jeered, the words rolling of his tongue so sinisterly that it sent shivers up his own spine. It had been so long since he had meddled with someone, and tonight was the night to make up for all his lost time.
Blaise, Daphne, and all the other (conscious) Slytherins grinned. Daphne reached down for her purse and pulled out a hipflask and a bag full of dark brown hair clippings. She handed them over to Draco, smirking like a proud mother.
"Simple: take the Polyjuice Potion, slip on these Gryffindor robes we… borrowed... and go meddle with those arrogant arseholes!" Blaise announced, loud and proud. Whilst the others in the group cheer and toasted to their wonderful plan going down so well, Draco poured himself drink for the road and gloated smugly whilst slouching back into the couch.