It seemed like the song was never going to end. The hand on his lower back refused to move and the other one was cupping his cheek, the Gryffindor's thumb dangerously close to touching his lips. It was tempting to just pull out his wand and hex him, but he'd left his wand on his bed back in the dorm so he couldn't.

Draco kept his hands on the guy's chest, keeping him as far away as possible in case he got any ideas. Why couldn't the song just end so he'd leave him alone? The compliments were getting more and more annoying each time the other opened his mouth. He was tired of the "your eyes are like moons", "you're as sweet as the sweets from Honeydukes" and his personal favourite, as in the worst one, "you look like snow".

"Do you want to go get some drinks once the song's over?" the Gryffindor asked. He still had absolutely no idea what his name was, never even bothering to introduce himself. He probably thought everyone knew who he was and that he therefore didn't need an introduction. And people called him stuck up. "Without you, yes."

He just laughed, which annoyed Draco. He wanted him to just leave already so he could go back to the corner with all the couches, sit there and drink with people that weren't comparing his eyes to some lumps of rock or touching his face. Didn't the guy have plenty of girls that would happily dance with him and listen to his poor attempts at flirting, willingly?

The song eventually ended, which wasn't a moment too soon. He had been seconds away from biting that thumb touching his bottom lip. For a second Draco wasn't sure he was going to let him go and make him dance with him throughout another song, but he let him go just as promised. He was going to need a drink or two after that.

Draco turned around, ready to go straight to the table with the drinks, get a drink, or maybe two just so he wouldn't have to see Cormen or whatever his name was again, and go sit in the corner with the group of Slytherins. "Could you get me a drink too, blondie?" he heard from behind him and Draco rolled his eyes for the nth time that night. No matter how much he tried, he refused to stop calling him that. He told him it was a cute name, which Draco responded with a; "Shut the fuck up, you obtuse troll."

He spun around, ready to open his mouth and tell him he could get his own or get one of his fangirls to do it for him, but he paused. His lips slowly curled up into a grin. "Sure, why not?" he replied. "How about you stay here and I'll be back before you know it with my moon eyes or whatever?" The idiot smiled at him, clearly not catching the hint of sarcasm in Draco's voice. "Okay, don't be too long."

Five minutes later and he was sitting down beside Blaise with a sigh. He'd gone right to get his drink before walking back to the corner, making sure to stay far away from the Gryffindor that was probably still waiting for him. "Where were you?" Blaise asked, looking up from what Draco assumed was the same copy of the Daily Prophet from earlier that night.

"I was getting drinks and something to eat when that Corman guy or whatever his name is started talking to me," Draco replied with an eye roll. "Refused to leave me alone, the intrusive git."

"Corman?" Blaise handed the newspaper over to Theodore. "Who?" So his name wasn't Corman. "You know, the Gryffindor, the popular one, plays Quidditch." Blaise looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "Potter?"

"No, not him," Draco said, clearly not interested in talking about him. "He's broader, taller too probably."

"Oh, you mean McLaggen? Cormac?" Draco nodded and took a sip of his drink. "Yeah, that one. Can't flirt to save himself-." It slipped out before he could stop himself. "Flirt?" That had gotten the attention of a few of the other boys.

"Not with me. With the Weasel girl or something," Draco explained, not interested in having to retell everything that happened by that drink table and on the dance floor. Blaise was going to think he was into McLaggen or something.

"Oh, okay. Why was he talking to you then?"

"Like I know. Was probably drunk."

He didn't see McLaggen for a while. Perhaps he'd given up on him and found someone else that was actually interested? Even though that was most likely, hopefully, the case, Draco was still paying a little more extra attention to his surroundings as he went to get himself something to eat, maybe some water as well. Making sure the Gryffindor was nowhere near the table, he walked over.

"Where did you go?" a voice from directly behind him said and Draco sighed, taking a sip of his glass of water. He didn't say anything, choosing to just ignore him this time. "Blondie?"

Draco turned around, the look on his face showing just how uninterested he was. "You really can't take a hint, can you?" he said. "I'm not interested, nor will I ever be no matter how persistent you are, so go annoy someone else with your dumb compliments."

McLaggen laughed, which annoyed Draco. It was like he wasn't taking anything of what he was saying seriously. He was clearly not interested, yet he still kept on bugging him. "You're cute when you're angry." Draco sighed and looked down at the glass in his hand.

"It seems like you're a bit thirsty, McLaggen," he said, looking back up at him. "Are you offering me a drink, blondie?" McLaggen smiled at him.

"You could say that," Draco replied and threw his drink right in the annoying, intrusive guy's face. "Here you go."

He expected him to get mad, because who wouldn't when they got water thrown right in their face, but instead, the guy's lips curled up into a smile and he proceeded to flip his hair. His wet hair. Draco flinched as some drops of water came flying. "You're funny," he said and Draco groaned in frustration, placing his empty glass on the table rather harshly.

"I'm not. Now leave me alone, McLaggen," Draco replied through gritted teeth. He was done with this. It started off being pretty annoying, but it had just gotten worse by the second.

He stormed off, as in Draco since the Gryffindor was busy running his hand through his wet hair and smiling like an idiot at him, and went right towards the exit. He wasn't in the mood to party anymore, especially with McLaggen there.

And just like a few dozen times before, he was interrupted by a familiar voice from behind him. Draco paused, about to open the door, slip out and go right down to the dungeons.

"Are you leaving already?"

"Yes." Draco spun around, but didn't let go of the door handle. "I am, and don't you dare follow me unless you want a black eye," he continued, watching as the other got closer. He took a tiny step backwards towards the door, resting against it, ready to open the door and leave. "Alright, goodnight."

Draco was relieved the guy wasn't planning on following him, but the feeling lasted just a few seconds as all he saw was a face coming closer and closer to his own. The Gryffindor's lips had barely touched his as he pushed the door open, almost tripping over his own feet as he quickly shut the door behind him, right in McLaggen's face.