You had no idea where you were supposed to find Draco. He wasn't in the library or the Great Hall. Where does an egotistical Slytherin normally hang out? Probably where all the other egotistical Slytherins hang out you think as you make your way down to the dungeons. You really didn't want to invade their common room, but you had no other places to look for him. Maybe you could just wait till lunch. After all there really is no rush, you think as you turn your back to the dungeons.
"Lanae?" you hear. You turn around expecting Draco, because that is just how your luck usually is, but instead you were facing a guy you do not know. A guy who looked incredibly hot and oddly familiar.
"Do I know you?" you ask, stepping down another step to get a better look at him. And then you realized where you had seen him before. He was that guy that had talked to Draco back when you were bonded to his side for an entire bloody day. He was still just as gorgeous.
"No. You don't. But Draco was looking for you; he's in the common room. Want me to get him?" He asks.
"That would be just swell." You say, slightly disappointed, making a mental note that he was definitely not a conversationalist. That or he was purposefully trying to get away from you. Either way he disappeared back down the steps. Guess you're just supposed to wait here, you think leaning against the railing.
A couple minutes later Draco came up the stairs, smirking wickedly. Oh no.
"I heard you were looking for me." You say coolly, placing your hands on your hips.
"Amazing how word gets around." He says, stopping on the stair that made him eye level with you.
"Sooo?"
"You still want to hang out?" he asks, still smirking.
"Yeah…"
"Then come by the room of requirement at seven." He says, turning to go.
"Woah there buddy," you say reaching out and grabbing his arm making him face back towards you, "I was thinking more of a public setting type hang out. Somewhere you'll actually behave." You needed to makes friend with him, not make it easier for his hormones to take control.
The smirk grows even larger, "I'll be on my best behavior." You watch him head back down to the Slytherin Common room.
Great. What had you gotten yourself into?
It was awkward waiting around the Gryffindor common room. You were trying to finish up a killer essay McGonagal had assigned over the weekend, but almost every guy that passed you would send you these evil glares and make some unintelligible comment. You had thought it was just because of this morning, but you began to notice how none of the girls were even looking at the guys. You had to chuckle to yourself. The guys were all mad because you had single handedly cocked-blocked every single guy in Gryffindor.
"Don't come tonight dressed like that." A voice says in your ear. You jump slightly and whip your head around to see the bully Luke leaning over the back of the couch.
"What?" you ask. Making sure you heard him right.
"I said, Iverson, don't come tonight dressed like that." You give him a slight glare before looking down at your pleated skirt and ruffled white blouse. It was the Hogwarts uniform. You chose to wear it on weekends when you had nothing planned. But what was wrong with it for tonight? It was just Draco. And how did this jerk even know about it?
"And what is wrong with what I am wearing?" you snap.
"You'll stick out like a sore thumb."
You raise an eyebrow, "And what am I supposed to wear then oh wise one?" His amused expression turned cold. You forgot that he didn't like when you talked down to him. Great, now he was probably going to threaten you or something. That is what bullies usually do right?
"I told him talking to you would be pointless. I delivered the message. Do with it what you want." He growls and stomps off.
You roll your eyes. Way to throw a fit, you think looking back down at the parchment in your lap. The words only seem to blend together the more you tried to concentrate. You throw your quill down in a huff. What the hell? Why are you letting what he said get to you? You had no reason to impress anyone, so why would you need to wear anything different?
Yet you found yourself standing in front of your closet a couple minutes later, all thoughts concerning your essay on some far away planet.
You shift through the hanging clothes. You had forgotten you had a lot of this stuff from when you lived in America. You pause at a red cocktail dress. You pull it out and hold it up to your body. You smirk as you look into the mirror. It was a super sexy dress with a black ribbon that tied into a loose bow around the waist, but it had jailbait written all over it. Like you would ever willingly walk around Draco wearing something like this. You place it back in your closet. Instead you decide on a pair of black skinny jeans and an off the shoulder purple top.
You change and look back into the mirror. You looked like you were back in high school. Back when you had to try and fit in with muggles. Pulling your hair back into a low side ponytail you smile sheepishly at your reflection.
The door swings open startling you. You look over your shoulder and see Hermione come in carrying all her books. She stops though when she sees you, her eyes widening.
"Whoa."
You ignore her exclamation and try to tidy up your closet. What were you thinking? It probably looked like you were going on a bloody date for crying out loud. And what if Luke was just setting you up in the first place?
"I look ridiculous don't I?" you ask slamming your closet door.
"Of course not. You usually stick to the uniform is all. I think it is refreshing that you are expanding your fashion sense."
"Hey, I resent that." You remark plopping down on her bed.
"You know what I mean." She chuckles sitting beside you.
"Yeah, well I still feel foolish. And I have to leave, now." You say looking at the clock.
"Not going to Dinner?" she asks.
"I don't know. Maybe this whole hanging out with Draco thing will blow up in my face and I'll see you at dinner shortly."
She laughs as you walk out the door and down to the common room. You ignore the looks you were getting and continued out the portrait door to the room of requirement. Thank goodness you didn't run into Harry because you probably would have given up on this whole escapade and hung out with him. Or tried to at least.
Why do people keep looking at you strangely? Everyone else wears this type of clothing now and then. Maybe it was just because these black pants were pretty tight, as was the shirt. At least you weren't wearing high heels like you had originally planned.
You approach the room of requirement entrance hesitantly. You take a deep breath. Here you go. The door swings open and you walk inside. Whatever you were expecting this was not it.
The music was blaring. It was a room roughly the size of the common room, and it was packed full of people. You navigate your way through, trying not to bump into too many people. You recognized absolutely no one. And that was when you realized that everyone around you was definitely wearing the usual Hogwarts uniform. And most of them were sporting the Green and Silver colors. You wanted to scream.
Slowly people began to notice what you were wearing and stepped out of your way just to laugh and point. Luke was so going to die. You walk up to the bar. Yes, a bar. And take a seat. Most of the people were on the dance floor, not really dancing.
"Welcome newbie." You hear over the loud music. You swivel the chair around to see the girl standing behind the counter wiping down a glass.
"How could you tell?" you mutter glaring once again at the people around you.
"Don't take it too hard. It's tradition. At least they didn't tell you it was a costume party. This girl came dressed as a fish once." She chuckles placing the glass down. "Actually I really like your top."
"Thanks." You say eyeing her silver and green tie. She was being pretty pleasant for a Slytherin. Then again maybe she didn't know you were a Gryffindor.
"So you want anything to drink?"
"Yes please! Can I get an apple martini?"
"Coming right up." She smiles, turning her back to you.
"I see you got the message."
You turn to your right to see Draco lounging on the chair next to you wearing his uniform. You roll your eyes, but find yourself smiling anyways. The girl placed the drink down in front of you.
"It's on me." Draco says, winking at the girl. She nods and heads over to another guy down at the end of the bar.
"So," you begin, taking a sip of your drink, "what is all this?"
"A normal weekend."
You look at him questioningly. "You do this all the time?"
"You didn't actually think we Slytherins stay up in our rooms and study on the weekends now did you?" Draco asks with that stupid smirk still stuck to his face. Talking to this boy was going to majorly increase your patience level.
"You. Study? Please. That thought never crossed my mind. Though I will admit, neither did this." You add looking around again at all the people dancing around with their drinks in hand. You weren't even going to ask about how they got all this alcohol.
"Dance with me." He says, smiling suggestively.
"Um no thanks. I don't dance." You lie.
Before he could argue with you this red headed girl comes up to the two of you. Her blouse was unbuttoned and tied up around her boobs, showing all of her stomach. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"Come on baby." She says grabbing Draco's hand. He gives you a wink before following her into the crowd. So much for hanging out with him, not that you were incredibly pained that he left you. You wouldn't have to pretend so much if you could just stay sitting there alone at the bar.
You finish your drink, and decide that you had had enough. Draco was obviously enjoying himself with the three girls that were draped all over him, and you had no more reasons to be wasting your time there. You get up to go and make it about half way to the door when a girl steps in front of you.
"Do I know you?" she asks.
You recognize her right away. It was Christy, that girl Draco had made out with all over the Slytherin couch. The one who looked like she belonged in munchkin land.
"No. Now if you'll excuse me." You mutter trying to get past her but she steps in front of you again.
"You aren't in Slytherin." She states staggering a little. Oh great, she was drunk. Not even an hour into this thing and she was drunk. What a lightweight.
"You're powers of observation must astound quite a lot of people, especially since you look like you're ten."
She gives you an evil glare before her eyes widened.
"Now I know who you are. The Gryffindor bitch that got dumped by Potter! You must feel like shit knowing that even the crappiest of people didn't want you."
You should have just pushed her to the side and walked away. Without saying anything. But then again, you and your big mouth.
"I'll remember that when Draco is making out with me instead of you." Of course you had no intentions of making out with Draco. Ever. But this girl didn't know that. And she started to get really really red.
"Draco is mine! He would never touch a gross thing like you!" she shouts pushing you. Though she kind of stumbles in the process. This was just what you needed. To get into a catfight with one of Draco's girlfriends. Would you ever catch a break?
"You're drunk Christy. Just forget like I was ever here, and go on with your pathetic existence." You say. Sure it might have been mean, but you were so over this.
"I am not drunk! And you are a whore! A dirty whore! Your mother was probably a whore too!" she yells, raising her hand to slap you.
Not a lot of people had been watching the little scene that was happening between the two of you. But the moment you grabbed her wrist, twisted it behind her back and ran her up against the wall, you could feel all the eyes on your back. And you didn't even care.
"I better never hear you talk about my mother again. Do you understand me you fucking little dipshit? Because I swear to whatever Holy Power there is that you will regret that day for the rest of your life." You say so menacingly that you could feel the girl tremble.
"Lanae." You hear softly as you feel a hand on your shoulder. As if waking up from a dream you let the girl go, stepping back. She turns around, looking beyond petrified.
"You're crazy." She says.
"Do you want to test that theory?" you ask, taking a step forward not being able to keep your temper from rising again, just as fast as it had fallen.
"Go to the bathroom Christy. Get yourself cleaned up." You recognized Draco's voice say. She walks away quickly, staring at the floor on her way. You were taking deep breaths as you turn around.
You were right about all the eyes on you. Everyone had stopped dancing, and had witnessed what had taken place. If they had heard what you said you didn't know, the music was still blaring. Their eyes were mixed with fear, anger, pride. It was weird that you could practically sense all those feelings even though your own anger was still enveloping your body. You noticed Luke looking at you, smirking, like he had enjoyed every minute of what he saw. It made your stomach want to heave.
"You okay?" Draco asks you, breaking you out of your thoughts. The mutterings slowly began to grow louder, almost overwhelming the music even. You heard bits and pieces ranging from, "Damn that bitch is crazy," to "Why the hell isn't she in Slytherin?"
"Yeah. I'm just going to go." You say, turning to leave.
Draco grabs your wrist to stop you. "I'll walk you back." he says sounding almost concerned.
You give him a sad smile. "Thanks for inviting me Draco, but you better stay. I know my way." And before he could say another word you rushed out of there, not looking back, and trying to ignore the tingling sensation playing on your wrist.