I walk into the party with Hermione by my side, I don't know why she's doing this to me. She doesn't even like parties, all that matters is her stupid boyfriend Cormac, and his stupid, stupid college life. I really don't think I could want to be anywhere less right now.

Hermione turns to me and says,"Gin, I'm gonna go find Cormac and see what he's up to. Do you think you'll be fine?"

Now I'm not angry at this, I'm fucking pissed. She brought me to this stupid party just so she could abandon me five minutes in. I am about to say something, but she sends me such a pleading look that makes me soften a little, so I just glare at her. She shoots out a quick thank you before quickly scurrying away to find her beau.

I myself quickly try and remove myself from the many intoxicated college students, before one either barfs on me or tries to fondle me at which point said fondler will no doubt lose a limb. I edge my way towards a fairly uninhabited corner, or as uninhabited a corner can be at a raging party. In this endeavor, my height of 5'11 comes in handy letting me quickly push my way through the large crowd with no incident.

Looking out over the crowd of heads is, soothing I guess, it's in a way mesmerizing. All these people here with different lives, all each deciding to go to a cramped space and get drunk. It truly does just make you smile.

I'm too deep in my hilarious thoughts to notice one of the partygoers sliding along the wall until they are next to me. This particular college student seems to be less drunk than many others, he isn't swaying at all and his pale skin looks natural not drink induced, although it does make him look a tad sickly, blue veins peeking through at many spots along his body. His eyes are alert scanning over the party, over her, they notice everything. Then he speaks, his voice is soft I guess you could say. It has a tempered edge of someone raised to be proper as if every word is calculated before it is said, thinking about it they probably are.

"Hey red, why the long face?" Are his first words, said with the slight smirk of someone who thinks they know something you don't. at that moment I wonder if he always looks like that.

Then before my brain can catch up, as is what happens with most things I do, I reply with, "You truly want to know, or are you just hitting on me?" At this he laughs, its airy and nearly like a giggle but not quite, something stopping it from crossing over.

"Can't it be both little red?" He laughs out.

I take a moment to think over both little and red as nicknames, now I don't especially mind red, it's not a bad nickname. Although I don't think little can be applied to me at least not when this man is talking to me, as from where I'm standing we're the same height. I don't mention my deep internal thoughts though just say "Why of course it can, but it rarely is, by the way, it's Ginny," He laughs again, making me furrow my brows but smile, he seems to laugh a lot and I can't tell if he's making fun of me, or if we're laughing together at some cosmic joke.

"Okay Ginny, why are you looking so down, it's a party," He says, looking me in the eyes.

"You sure? Don't doubt I won't rant at you," I respond with a gentle eyebrow raise, which he seems to appreciate if the curve of his bottom lip is anything to go by.

"Go right on ahead, I love listening to pretty girls rant." He smirks at that as if the claim was some big pick up line, I think it's adorable, he seems like the type of boy to have had girls falling over him and for once I don't mind the seeming pretentiousness of him because really no boy who is actually terrible comes over to a girl and asks what's upsetting her at a party this big.

"Well first my friend forces me to come to this party with her, for no other reason than she thinks I need to get out of the dorm, then she abandons me five minutes in to go hang with her gross boyfriend, now I'm standing in a corner waiting to go home, and talking to some guy I don't know who probably just wants to get into my pants, at this stupid loud disgusting party! The people here are too drunk to function, I swear I saw a couple doing some weird bondage shit over where the snack table is and I just want to go home!" I finish my rant on a huge bellow of air, the pressure in my chest lessening for the first time since I walked through the dorm doors. I turn to my right to see mystery blonde boy smiling at me, looking as if he's trying to keep himself from laughing. He opens his mouth as if to say something when I hear a shout of my name from across the room.

Hermione with Cormac being tugged along behind is making her way through the crowd towards me, Cormac looking highly intoxicated and slightly stoned. "Ginny," She calls out again as she gets near me, looking highly relieved to see me.

"What's up?" I question, looking at her frazzled display. She looks exhausted but manages a small smile for me, mostly checking over on Cormac.

"So I need to get Cormac home he ate some weed brownie accidentally and is totally out of it. Do you wanna come with, or you can stay and find another way back to the apartment another way," She says offhandedly too busy with Cormac, and yes that kind of hurts, she's just going to abandon me here for her boyfriend, she's just been far too invested in him for a long time. I thought maybe coming to this party with her would make her see her boyfriends not everything. But apparently not, apparently the only thing important in her life is her boy toy.

I'm shaken out of my thoughts by Cormacs slurred voice talking to mystery blonde.

"Hey Draco, thank you sooo mush for throwin this party," He slurs out sounding far too high for an accidental pot brownie. After I realize this I take into account what he actually said. First of all mystery blondes name is Draco, that's not a pompous name at all. Second of all, he threw this party? This thought I do voice to Dracos amusement and my embarrassment. It seems the giggle he's been holding in since my rant can no longer be contained and spills out. I can feel my cheeks heat to the color of my hair and I know the blush has traveled down my neck all the way to my chest. Draco stops laughing for a moment to say "Wow how far down does that blush go." Causing if possible my blush to grow redder and larger, I'm sure I looked like a tomato, but Draco is still giggling at me like we're old friends.

I turn and in that time realize Hermione has abandoned me at the party that she forced me to go to for her boyfriend. Rage fills me quickly along with a deep sadness, making the blush on me quickly disappear and the playful atmosphere between me and Draco to vanish.