Holidays

A Harry Potter FanFiction

Chapter Eleven

My heart was racing as we landed in one of the fireplaces in the entrance hall. The Zabini's came from old money like us. I took Monique's hand and led her to the ballroom. She smiled shyly at me. Perhaps she was actually starting to like me.

"Draco!" Blaise cried from across the room.

"Blaise!" I cried, returning the greeting. We shook hands warmly. Blaise eyed Monique greedily.

"Monique, you are looking especially lovely this evening." Blaise said, kissing Monique's hand lightly, a smile playing across his face. Monique smirked back at him.

"You don't look to bad yourself." She replied raising her eyebrow slightly.

"It's a beautiful dress you have on too." Blaise smiled, rather sleazily I might add.

"Thank you." Monique smiled back, biting her lip. Wait, what was going on here? Was Monique flirting with Blaise? What the hell?

"Here, let us go get some champagne."

And with that, Blaise took the small of Monique's back and led her towards a waiter. I followed drearily behind.

I took a sip of champagne and stared over my glass at Blaise, batting my eyelids.

"Your place is huge." I said as flattering as possible.

"That's not all that's huge." Blaise replied with a wink, his hand tickling up my waist. It absolutely revolted me, but it was worth it to see Draco sweat beside me. A loud chime rang out over the room. There were so many people here. Everyone began to head towards the door in the furtherest corner.

"Come, Draco, Monique, you shall sit with me."

I smiled my most flattering smile and followed Draco and Blaise into the Dining Hall. Blaise directed us to the near the head of the long table. It was so beautiful, full of elaborate centrepieces and many pieces of cutlery on either side of the dishes. I sat down beside Draco and smiled…

I smiled at Blaise across the table. Oh ew, was that his foot I could feel rubbing against my leg? Blaise threw me a wink. I was beginning to wonder if this was really worth it. I looked to Draco. He looked down at his meal as if it was taking all his concentration.

"Are you alright?" I asked, placing my hand lightly on his arm.

"Mhm."

He continued to stare at his plate. This wasn't how the plan was supposed to work. Draco was supposed to feel jealous, not make me feel guilty. I could feel Blaise's foot working its way up higher.

"I need some air." I blurted.

"Do you want me to come?" asked Blaise suggestively.

"Uh, no. I'm good, thanks."

I ran out of the room towards the balcony.

Blaise and I continued conversation after Monique left. She did not return. Dessert was placed in front of us. Blaise was looking over my shoulder. I followed his gaze to find him staring at Monique, who was looking out over the balcony.

"She is one hot piece of ass. You banging her?"

I looked up disgustedly at Blaise.

"What's you're problem?" He asked.

"What's my problem? What the hell are you doing?" I asked, rather heatedly.

A bell rang to signal the end of dessert.

"Oooh, so you are banging her. That's cool. I don't want to cut your lunch."

We walked out to the balcony, following most of the crowd.

"You- You're not cutting my lunch. I just, I just didn't think you of all people would be interested in someone like Monique." I added, trying to sound casual.

"Drake, she's just my type – Easy." Blaise winked. I looked at him confused.

"Monique isn't "easy""

"Mate, everyone knows she's easy."

"And that's the kind of girl you want is it?" I asked.

"Dude, I don't care. As long as I get some."

"You know Blaise; some times you really disgust me." I said walking away towards Monique.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Blaise called out. A few people turned their heads.

"I just thought you would want to know a girl first."

"What's there to know? She's a slut."

By this time, most people where looking, Monique included. I could see my Father standing behind Blaise in the crowd. Ok Draco, time to do the right thing.

"Don't call her that." I said firmly.

"Draco, it's ok." I heard Monique say from behind me. I turned to find her standing next to me. "He's not worth it." She continued quietly, placing her hand on my arm trying to guide me away. She was right. I turned away.

"Oh, so that's how it is! Don't want to share your whore?" Blaise yelled out. It was as if something snapped. I spun around to face him and went marching up to him.

"Draco, please don't." I heard Monique. I was now face to face with him.

"Oh please. Draco what could you possibly do, right now, in front of the entire Ministry that could possibly hurt me."

Fuck. What could I do? I backed down slightly.

"Yeah that's what I thought Malfoy." Zabini spat. That was it. I took a swing at him. It definitely connected. Blaise stumbled back, blood coming from his nose.

"You prick!" He screamed and came at me. Everything was happening quickly. I felt him punch into my ribs, I returned the blow. All of a sudden, there was blinding pain coming from my jaw. I fell to my knees.

"Draco!" I heard someone cry. My vision blurred as figures came running up to me.

"Monique?" I mumbled. Then everything went black.

I raced towards Draco after Blaise had king hit him.

"Draco!" I cried as he fell to the ground, Lucius and Narcissa following behind me.

"Monique?" Draco mumbled.

"I'm here!" I cried, "I'm here!"

I held him tight as he fell out of consciousness.

I awoke with a start to a darkened room. My eyes adjusted slightly as I realised it was my own room. There was a figure sitting next to me. The candle beside me barely filling the room with light. The figure lent forward.

"Oh thank God. You're alive." Monique breathed. Her face was tear stained and her hair was falling onto her shoulders. She had changed too, into that awful t-shirt.

"Merlin Monique, do you not have anything better to wear than that disgusting t-shirt?" I asked, sniffing slightly at it. Monique laughed brightly, her face lighting up, then all of a sudden, it was filled with sadness. She sat down on the bed beside me, looking down on me.

"That was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." She said weakly, attempting a smile. I smiled back, but it hurt my jaw. I grasped at it.

"Fuck. Blaise knows how to hit." I laughed slightly rubbing my jaw. Monique gently lifted my hand and put hers there instead, caressing it slightly with her hand. She looked concerned.

"I'm fine, really." I said weakly.

"He broke your jaw you know and your eye is black."

"I'm fine." I repeated. Monique bit her lip.

"You look beautiful." I whispered, taking her hand. Monique let out a small laugh.

"You're a fool." She replied, tears falling from her eyes. Shit. What had I done now?

"Mon, please, I didn't mean to do it, it's just that –"

"I'm not crying about that!" She laughed.

"Then what?"

"I'm crying because…because it's my fault you got hit."

"Don't be ridiculous." I scoffed.

"No, it is." She replied. I wiped the tears from her eyes. We sat in silence for a minute, my hand still on her face.

"If I hadn't tried to make you jealous-"

I shushed her quickly. Monique's hand slowly crept up my arm, taking my hand from her face and wrapping it behind her neck as she bent down towards me. Her lips where placed softly on top of mine. It was the breathtaking kiss I had ever experienced. There was so much love behind it.

"Please forgive me." She breathed. Her face still close to mine.

"There was never anything to forgive." I whispered. She brought her face to mine again and gave me a lingering kiss before placing her head on my chest, where she stayed all night.