A/N: We made it to chapter ten! Here you guys are! I hope that you like it!
Draco was two seconds away from punching the little git in the face. Granted, he might not actually hit him since he was drunk off his rocker, but that didn't make the feeling go away. How did he end up here? He didn't even like going to these stuffy parties anyway.
"Draco," Blaise muttered, grabbing his arm. "Not here."
"What are you on about?" he slurred. "I've not done anything." Nott spun Astoria again. "Yet."
"Draco, she's not your girlfriend," Blaise reminded him.
"Well, that doesn't mean Nott is good for her!" he burst out.
"How do you know that?"
"I just do."
Blaise glanced over at the couple that was waltzing. "Please, just leave it. Let's go. It's getting boring anyway."
"What? You haven't shagged Parkinson yet?"
Blaise's eyes went wide, causing Draco to snort. As if everyone in the room didn't already know that Blaise and Pansy were together. As soon as the surprise was there, it was gone. Draco would've snorted at that, too, if he didn't notice that Blaise had somehow managed to get him outside the ballroom.
"I can handle myself," Draco snapped.
"Not like this you can't," Blaise said. "You're too far gone."
"Are you leaving already?" Astoria had appeared in the doorway, flush faced and with a grin.
"Astoria, now isn't the time," Blaise told her.
"Why it's the perfect time," Draco countered as he swayed on his feet.
Astoria adapted a confused look on her face as she looked between the two. Blaise let out an annoyed sigh.
"You know what? Settle it yourselves," he muttered before stomping out of the room.
"What is he-"
"I want you so bad, but you want someone else," Draco interrupted before she could finish.
Astoria gaped at him. "You think. . .Theo and I?" She shook her head. "I can't believe you have to be drunk to talk about how you feel about me."
With that, she turned and stormed from the room.