Harry's Final Undoing
I do not own these characters. HA! Like I have to tell you that. If you really think I own these characters, you've lead a sheltered freakin' life, mate. If I owned these characters, I'd have killed myself by now. In case you didn't know, I HATE all Harry Potter. Except for Draco. *cuddles* My little Malfoy Boy. Oh yeah, and I kinda own Blaise too…since she doesn't really have a part in the real Potter books.
The Yule Ball was rocking along pleasantly. Pansy was dancing with her head on Draco's shoulder, Crabbe and Goyle were wallowing in their own self-pity, Potter, Weasel and the Mudblood were off somewhere doing something they wouldn't get in trouble for, and Blaise was in the corner, getting sloshed on spiked butterbeer.
SHE was supposed to be the one drooling on Draco's shoulder. SHE was supposed to be the one cuddling up to him when the song was finished. SHE was supposed to be the one Draco would take outside in a minute and sweep up in his arms and cover in kisses…
'Blaise! Will you stop freaking muttering to yourself?!' someone beside her said.
'Geeze, I'm sorry miss,' Blaise said, completely sloshed. 'Fank you, I think I'll go get another butterfear.' Blaise stood up, slightly tripping over her black satin dress. She went over to the food table and picked up another butterbeer. Making sure no one was looking, she pulled her wand out of her bag and muttered a spell under her breath. She took a swig of it, and stumbled out onto the dance floor. She threw off her scarf and handed it to someone.
She found Draco and Pansy as the song ended. The strange looking things up on the stage began playing another song, this one much like the last, only with words. They broke apart, Pansy giving Draco wistful looks.
'Excuse me,' Blaise said, tapping Pansy on the shoulder. 'Mind if cut I in?' Pansy gave her a weird look and hurried away.
She practically jumped into Draco's arms.
Draco caught her and pulled her back up.
'Ah, we spiked the butterbeer again,' he said.
'Nooo…' Blaise said. 'Sssh! Shut up, Mr. Malfoy. I like this song.' She rested her head on his shoulder and rocked back and forth a little too energetically. 'La la la la la la,' she sang to herself.
'Look Blaise, get yourself sober before you come over here.'
'Did you know you have beautiful, cold, lifeless eyes?' Blaise giggled, looking up at Draco. 'Well you do, Mister Evil.'
'I'm going to take you over to Pansy now.'
'No! I don't want to be anywhere near that little cow!' Blaise said, giggling. She took a swig of butterbeer. 'She's so controlling…' She took Draco's face in her hands and looked up at him.
'And you, Mister Malfoy, are a sexy devil!' She pulled him down and kissed him deeply. Draco pushed her away, grabbed her arm and steered her back towards the seats.
'Crabbe, tie her up, or something. Just keep her here!' Draco said. Blaise put her arms around Crabbe and curled up on his lap, muttering about how much she liked oysters.
Draco took Pansy by the hand and lead her outside into the gardens, to sweep her up in his arms and cover her with kisses.
As sloshed as she was, Blaise cried a few drunken tears into Crabbe's shoulder.
OK, now I need you to tell me…is Draco OOC at all? Coz I'm trying to show another side of him, only I don't want to make him a pussy.
I do not own these characters. HA! Like I have to tell you that. If you really think I own these characters, you've lead a sheltered freakin' life, mate. If I owned these characters, I'd have killed myself by now. In case you didn't know, I HATE all Harry Potter. Except for Draco. *cuddles* My little Malfoy Boy. Oh yeah, and I kinda own Blaise too…since she doesn't really have a part in the real Potter books.
The Yule Ball was rocking along pleasantly. Pansy was dancing with her head on Draco's shoulder, Crabbe and Goyle were wallowing in their own self-pity, Potter, Weasel and the Mudblood were off somewhere doing something they wouldn't get in trouble for, and Blaise was in the corner, getting sloshed on spiked butterbeer.
SHE was supposed to be the one drooling on Draco's shoulder. SHE was supposed to be the one cuddling up to him when the song was finished. SHE was supposed to be the one Draco would take outside in a minute and sweep up in his arms and cover in kisses…
'Blaise! Will you stop freaking muttering to yourself?!' someone beside her said.
'Geeze, I'm sorry miss,' Blaise said, completely sloshed. 'Fank you, I think I'll go get another butterfear.' Blaise stood up, slightly tripping over her black satin dress. She went over to the food table and picked up another butterbeer. Making sure no one was looking, she pulled her wand out of her bag and muttered a spell under her breath. She took a swig of it, and stumbled out onto the dance floor. She threw off her scarf and handed it to someone.
She found Draco and Pansy as the song ended. The strange looking things up on the stage began playing another song, this one much like the last, only with words. They broke apart, Pansy giving Draco wistful looks.
'Excuse me,' Blaise said, tapping Pansy on the shoulder. 'Mind if cut I in?' Pansy gave her a weird look and hurried away.
She practically jumped into Draco's arms.
Draco caught her and pulled her back up.
'Ah, we spiked the butterbeer again,' he said.
'Nooo…' Blaise said. 'Sssh! Shut up, Mr. Malfoy. I like this song.' She rested her head on his shoulder and rocked back and forth a little too energetically. 'La la la la la la,' she sang to herself.
'Look Blaise, get yourself sober before you come over here.'
'Did you know you have beautiful, cold, lifeless eyes?' Blaise giggled, looking up at Draco. 'Well you do, Mister Evil.'
'I'm going to take you over to Pansy now.'
'No! I don't want to be anywhere near that little cow!' Blaise said, giggling. She took a swig of butterbeer. 'She's so controlling…' She took Draco's face in her hands and looked up at him.
'And you, Mister Malfoy, are a sexy devil!' She pulled him down and kissed him deeply. Draco pushed her away, grabbed her arm and steered her back towards the seats.
'Crabbe, tie her up, or something. Just keep her here!' Draco said. Blaise put her arms around Crabbe and curled up on his lap, muttering about how much she liked oysters.
Draco took Pansy by the hand and lead her outside into the gardens, to sweep her up in his arms and cover her with kisses.
As sloshed as she was, Blaise cried a few drunken tears into Crabbe's shoulder.
OK, now I need you to tell me…is Draco OOC at all? Coz I'm trying to show another side of him, only I don't want to make him a pussy.