It's been a week. A very long, uneventful and excruciatingly boring week. Hermoine hasn't sent me a single letter, which could only be the result of two things:
She died (which is VERY unlikely) or
She's been having such a great time that she's forgotten about me.
Both are very unsatisfying. My only actual options of what to do now are:
Sulk around my dormitory (which I've been doing too much of)
Write to her first (as if that's an actual option!)
Go down and have a drink with the boys (and by boys I mean the Slytherins and by Slytherins I mean Malfoy)
A and B are not actual choices… they're more of an excuse to make it seem as though I have more options when really I just don't want to admit that the only way I'll survive this Christmas is by hanging around (by hanging around I mean Drinking like there's no tomorrow) with…. The Slytherins.
It's 10 p.m. and I've just gotten washed and dressed to go meet with the other… boys. I don't know why I bothered making myself presentable but no matter. I look in the mirror and I can't believe I'm actually reaching out to the brush on the counter… Screw it. I leave the brush to lie there and collect dust as I scruff up my hair with my hands making bits of it spike up. I rather like my messy 'just got out of bed' look. I smile at myself and head off to the boys.
The great hall's empty. There isn't anyone outside. All the corridors are empty. I've been searching for about an hour and I'm very much ready to give up. It's right at that moment that I heard the distant laughing. I followed it and it led me strait to the dungeons. 'Slytherins' I say to myself. I walk straight up to the potions classroom and for some reason I hesitate to open the door. After a brief moment I realize I don't need to as the door swings open and a chuckling Draco with his head down from all the laughter appeared right in front of me. My eyes shut quickly and opened up to see the ceiling. I was on the floor. Draco is on top of me. I fight the blush and feel stupid about the whole situation as I try to push him off me. He's laughing at me, us. He rolls off me and continues his fit on the floor rolling away slowly. I stop him with my feet but he refuses to get up. I see no point in joining the other Slytherins and decide to sit down next to Draco on the corridor floor. He rolls again and his head is now im my lap. I look down and am at a loss for words. He's rather good looking.
"Would you please stop staring wonder boy?"
I fought yet another blush.
"I wasn't." It was a stupid answer but he didn't retort. He just smiled. I never saw him smile but now I think I'd like him to do it more often. He looks so cute when he does that.
"No really… it's getting annoying"
"Oh right. Sorry." I look away.
He wasn't as drunk as last time surely but I could smell the fire whiskey from his breath. I wanted some.
"Got any fire whiskey?"
"I've drank all of mine but I'm sure Blaise has some. You can go get some if you like."
I got up after letting him roll his head off my lap and went into the classroom. Boys, shirts everywhere, Dean and Seamus snogging in the corner, and fire whiskey bottles all lined up in a row. I took two bottles and left the room after I did a double take of Dean and Seamus. Walked back to Draco and he put his head back on my lap.
"Why two bottles?"
"To get even more wasted" I said with a smile.
"Always knew you were smarter than you looked Potter." he said with his signature smirk in place.
Couple of minutes and a bottle of fire whiskey later…
"Okay this is a good one." He stopped for dramatic effect. I gulped. "When did you lose your virginity?" he finished with another smirk.
I gulped again.
He blinked.
I looked away.
He laughed.
I glared.
He laughed harder.
I blushed and mentally blamed it on the fire whiskey.
"You're seriously still a virgin?"
"There's nothing wrong with that." I said seriously
He stared back with no expression.
"When did you lose it then you man whore" I continued.
"Fourteen"
"Bloody 'ell"
He laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"You sound like the weasel!"
"Better to sound like a weasel than be a ferret."
He glared this time and I got to laugh.
"Arsehole"
"Ferret"
"Fucker"
"Man whore"
"No fair… I'm just kidding and you're being realistic."
I laughed. Really rolling on the floor laughing. I only stopped when I realized my head was resting on Draco's chest. I calmed down.
"Well, a drunken man's words are a sober man's thoughts Malfoy"
"You're right. Doesn't help my ego any… but you're right."
I chuckled.
"I like that."
"Like what?"
"You making me laugh."
"Stop sounding so gay."
"Stop being gay."
I smirked.
"Bloody hell."
"What?" I asked.
"You're smirking more than I am!"
I laughed for the umpteenth time that night and got off the floor.
Draco followed suit and got up also.
I began walking down the corridor to head up to the gryffindor common room but stopped as I heard Draco calling out to me.
"What?" I asked.
"I said, I'm offended!"
"What did I do now?" I asked with a curiosity.
"No goodnight kiss?" He smirked.
I laughed again and disappeared around the corner.
