A/N: This chapter contains mentions of drug use. I DO NOT and I repeat I DO NOT condone using drugs, buying them, selling them, or abusing them.

"Pansy what are you doing?" I said through my teeth as she pulled me through bodies of people and snogging couples.

"Come on Drakey is this way" she replied solely focused on being in the presence of Draco Malfoy.

I groaned as I allowed her to maneuver me through the crowds on the dance floor. She dragged me all the way to where Draco Malfoy was on the couch as Astoria Greengrass's body clung to him like a parasite. His focus was forward as he sipped on his drink hypnotizingly even though Astoria was trying to distract him with kisses along his jaw.

"Who have you brought here Pansy" asked Blaise Zabini as he got up from his chair with a lazy smirk on his face.

"I was forced here against my will" I threw my hands up as I sat on the other end of the couch, far enough away from Malfoy and his multiple whores.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Theodore Nott asked, his eyes red from the disgusting smelling weed he was smoking.

"You need a mint" I blatantly told him the truth. His breath smelled like freshly smoked weed or my dads house.

Malfoy was suppressing a smirk as Blaise snorted. Pansy was laughing her shrill laugh as Astoria was still trying to get Malfoy's attention by nipping at his ear.

"Theo you really do need one" Blaise agreed. "But do we know you from somewhere. I don't think I would've forgotten you" he relentlessly flirted with a devilishly handsome smirk on his face.

Seemingly unfazed by the flirtatious comments of my appearance I rolled my eyes annoyed. "Yeah, I'm your therapist."

"No way, Wood?"

"Yeah" I muttered dryly.

"Wow you look" he scanned my body up and down which made me uncomfortable. "Good."

"Thanks" I rolled my eyes again as Theodore Nott was ogling at my body for longer than he should have been.

"Turn your eyes somewhere else" I said as I jerked Nott's head to look at Pansy who was glaring at Astoria and Malfoy. Nott seemed to be enjoying the view of Pansy in an extremely short green cocktail dress. I think if Pansy's dress rode up a little more, you would be able to see her knickers, if she was wearing any.

"She's a fiesty thing, isn't she Pans?" Blaise said turning to Pansy who was still glaring daggers at Astoria who was still unable to get Malfoy's attention.

Pansy had enough of being ignored by Malfoy as he walked to the couch and jerked me forward off the couch, exposing more of my thighs.

I could feel the gaze on me. It wouldn't have bothered me if the gazes were on my face, but the gazes were on my thighs as I tried to wriggle my dress down to cover my thighs that were now showing because of Pansy.

"What the hell Pansy" I seethed through my gritted teeth.

"Why isn't he paying attention to me?" she whined.

"He isn't interested in you, clearly. Theo seems to like you" I said.

"Ugh Theo, he's basically married to weed" Pansy said disgusted.

"What about Blaise?" I asked.

"No, he's like a brother to me" she shook her head.

"Then just go flirt with some guy and see if you like him."

"Great idea Wood, to make Malfoy jealous I'll flirt with someone else" she looked ecstatic.

"No Pansy, I mean find another guy and give up on Malfoy" I said knowing that I wouldn't be able to convince her.

"No this will work" she frantically nodded her head. She moved along the dance floor to scout for some good options to try to make Malfoy jealous, though I doubt that he would get jealous of her.

"She'll never give up on him" Zabini said coming from behind me.

"Jesus fuck you scared me" I gasped clutching my heart. "But your right, it's impossible. Why won't she just move on?"

"She's been in love with him ever since she saw him for the first time in first year hanging out with Theo and I."

"What's so special about Malfoy I don't understand" I exasperated turning to Malfoy who was leading Astoria Greengrass to a private room to no doubt have another one of his hook ups.

"He's a ladies man, what can I say" Blaise partially defended Malfoy.

Pansy was busy on the dance floor flirting with quidditch chaser Adrian Pucey.

"She's with Pucey right now" I pointed out. "Do you think anything could happen?"

"Maybe, but I doubt that she'll ever get over Malfoy."

"I really do not want to endure another session of their constant bickering" I complained slapping my forehead.

"Wait, they had a therapy session? With you?" he asked seemingly shocked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Malfoy has never went to one in his entire life and all of our grade has been at least once" Blaise said. "You must be special for Malfoy to go."

"I doubt it and I wouldn't want that. I mean could you imagine how many girls would want to kill me" I chuckled.

"There is no doubt in my mind that there would be girls plotting your murder" Blaise joked along with me, but we knew it was a possibility.

"You think I could get her with Nott?"

"Maybe, Nott always had an attraction to her and no matter how much she tries to deny it I think she senses it too" Blaise recalled his observations.

"Do you think it's possible for Malfoy to get one girl and commit?" I asked curiously since it was coming from the opinion of a friend.

"It's highly unlikely, but I think if it's the right person" he said turning to me with a weird flicker in his eyes, "then maybe."

"Astoria?" I asked.

"No, she's just a hook up."

"Oh look their back" I said with a fake enthusiasm as Astoria and Malfoy emerged from their room. Astoria's makeup was smeared, but Malfoy looked almost pristine. There was no hair out of place and none of Astoria's makeup smeared on his face.

Malfoy caught my eye and his smirk grew bigger as he gave me a subtle, but noticeable wink. Even though I had not reacted to Blaise's flirting Malfoy's made my skin heat up in an unnatural way and I could feel my cheeks blazing.

"Did he just wink at you?" asked Blaise.

"I think so" I said. "Or it could have been for you."

"Haha very funny" Blaise retorted sarcastically. "You know your not bad, I don't understand why we haven't been friends sooner."

"Hmm" I mulled it over for a second. "Me neither."

"Want to get another drink?" I asked. He nodded and followed me to the bar where Neville and Ginny were sitting.

"What's he doing here?" Ginny glared at him.

"It's my party" Blaise glared daggers right back at her.

"Jesus christ will you both just shut up" I raised my voice, but not to a yell. Neville was sitting in his seat sipping his drink as if he was watching a movie and his drink was the popcorn. "He's actually nice I swear" I told Ginny before I grabbed a seat next to Ginny's left and Blaise had took the seat next to Neville who was left completely flustered.

I watched as Blaise tried to make conversation with Neville, but Neville seemed way to flustered or nervous that he ended up spill his drink all over himself.

"Is Neville?" I asked turning to Ginny. She nodded frantically as we watch Blaise take the flustered Neville to the bathroom to clean up. "Oh my god."

I was ecstatic for Neville, but Blaise wasn't gay. Was he?

"Do you think Neville likes Blaise?" asked Ginny who was staring off at the bathroom that both Blaise and Neville had entered.

"Most likely" I said. "But I always thought he liked Hannah Abbott."

Hannah Abbott was a sweet Hufflepuff girl with honey blond hair and a smile that never died out. She was annoyingly perfect and had a massive crush on Neville.

"Nev could be bi or just in the closet" Ginny reasoned. Both reasons were pretty valid since Neville had always been the shy type. Though he did kill Nagini the snake which made him soar in the popularity ranks, he was sometimes still that nervous shy boy who had gotten body binded by Hermione Granger when he threatened to fight her.

"True" I agreed with her. "And speaking of gay couples" I said scanning the room for Athena and Luna.

I spotted the locks of blond white hair that belonged to Luna. Inside Luna's hair were a pair of honey skinned hands and there was a face that we recognized as Athena's pressed against Luna's face.

I turned to Ginny who turned to me impressed. "Wow, congratulations Athena" she cheered out loud to the pair even though they couldn't hear us through the music. "Woo hoo" I yelled cheering for the couple snogging.

"You could use a decent snog" Ginny commented at me.

I rolled my eyes, "says you."

"Hey I have a boyfriend" she protested.

"And how long has it been since you last kissed."

"About 4 months" she said sulking.

"He'll be back before you know it Gin" I reassured her.

Harry had gone to train to be an Auror instead of going back to school. As did Ron Weasley, one of Ginny's many brothers and Hermione's boyfriend.

"How is he? Has he written?" I asked.

"That's what I've been meaning to talk to you about. I wrote him two weeks ago and he still hasn't replied" she moaned and whined, but most of all she was just worried.

"Do you think he found someone else?" she asked all of a sudden, but the seriousness in her voice was evident.

"No."

"Then why hasn't he replied?"

"He's probably just busy with training" I said trying to calm her down.

"Yeah, busy with another girl."

"Ginny" I sat her back down in her seat. "Harry loves you. He wouldn't throw it away for some snog. Just write to him again and I'm sure you'll get a reply. It could have gotten lost, I mean we all know that Errol is a bit incompetent" I laughed.

"That's true Errol is a bit stupid. He really does need to get his eyesight checked" she laughed. "Your right, I've been letting it get to my head. I'm overreacting" she sighed as she took another sip of her second drink.

"So have you met any hot guys?"

"Oh god no, Pansy dragged me to where Malfoy sits and he was busy having Astoria Greengrass's tongue in his ear and Nott was busy being high. Blaise was the only one who even remotely tried to have a civil conversation with me."

"Wow, they're that bad huh" Ginny commented.

"Yes, yes they are" I sighed.

I looked over to the dance floor where Pansy was snogging Adrian Pucey, but her eyes were fixed on Malfoy who payed no attention to her. He had a different girl next to him snuggling close to him. He wasn't paying attention to the girl in his arms and nearly on his lap because he was busy staring at someone else.

And that person was me.

I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.