AN* here is a new story idea i have been kicking around for a while, finally made its way onto fanfiction.

Special thanks to my beta-reader rainbowspring :)

disclaimer. i do not own, or claim to own, harry potter.

A hard pill to swallow

Chapter 1

I am the best friend I know. After everything I still hang out with Blaise at parties. He always runs off with some people he barely knows, gets sloppy drunk, and I end up spending the whole night picking up after him, or apologizing on his behalf to the girls he's been hitting on, and when all that's over with he always manages to get lost on the way home; we drop him off at his house. I wasted half of my night just to find him sleeping in the bushes by the front door.

And still I let Blaise drag me to some stupid house party, in a neighborhood that could best be described as expected, and a house that was appropriate. It was all painfully ordinary.

"Malfoy, will you quit your pouting it'll be fun." Blaise assured me as walked up the drive.

"Yeah like every other party you somehow manage to drag me to. I don't even know where we are, I'm not going to know anyone here. How do you know her?"

"Her father owns the beach house next to my stepfathers." Blaise explained as he opened the front door.

"Which stepfather?" He had already been whisked away by some 'friend', leaving me standing alone in the door.

I ended up sitting by the stereo, going through the host's record collection, it was what you would expect: Britney Spears, Back Street Boys- it was terrible.

"Please tell me you've found something worth listening to." It's some guy with a white smile and floppy hair.

"Unless you're interested in knowing what the Spice Girls really, really, want," He gave me a drink along with an introduction- Joseph Turpin. You know those conversations you read in books, where the pace is even, and the comments are witty and fit into each other comfortably, well it was like that- at least it felt that way, in all honestly it was probably choppy, and disjointed, and just as messy as real life conversations, I honestly just can't remember. I think it might have had something to do with that drink- the comfortable feeling and the not remembering. I do remember that while we were talking Blaise came over to introduce some girl named Amber, the only memorable aspect about her being her cleavage, and stepped on my cup soaking the carpet with whatever it was that I had been drinking; Joseph seemed much more upset about it then I was.

If you have ever been stuck at a family party were your cousins all enjoy country music and are having sing along, you'll understand the full effects of being surrounded by music you strongly dislike- if you dislike country anyway, I suppose country could be swapped out for whatever it is that you dislike. Point being that when Joseph mentioned Courtney's -I guess she's the girl throwing the party- brother had a record collection; it seemed like a fantastic idea to go check it out.

Here I would like to interject that you should never enter a private room with someone at a party unless you are hoping to have sex with them.

"So where are-" and he kissed me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!" I tried to push him off me, but he just kept grabbing at me and all the fast movement of being pulled forward and pushing back was making me dizzy, which it shouldn't be, and that fact wasn't helping me to think straight.

"Oh come on, I'm just trying to have a little fun." He started tugging at my shirt, so I went to hit him, but I missed, how could I miss? I don't remember how but I was on the floor, and he was trying to hold me down, and I was trying to get out from underneath him.

I would like to thank every ad attempting to keep people from smoking for failing the occupant of this bedroom.

It became fairly obvious to me that I wasn't going to be able to shove him off me, half of the time I didn't hit him at all- I kept seeing double. I waited until Joseph was busy with his belt buckle to reach behind me and take something from the book shelf, unfortunately my hand fumbled about a bit and I knocked enough things onto the floor to get his attention. It was all or nothing now, grasping the closest thing to my hand- which happened to be one of those glass ash trays that when you accidentally drop you see it shatter in your head but it always turns out fine- and swung. I must have hit him for when I got up to run I ran, although I did fumble around with the door handle for a bit, and hit the door frame on my way out.

"You sly dog!" Blaise clapped me on the back. Seeing my rumpled appearance and assuming close to the truth, but not quite.

"We need to go."

"Who was she?"

"Blaise we need to go now!" I tried to direct him toward the door, almost falling myself.

"Are you okay…" Blaise grabbed me by the forearm and dragged me towards the fireplace. "Usually I'm the one who's piss drunk." He laughed as he flooed us to my house.

AN* what will happen next? please review to find out.