Pseudo Cinderella and the Slytherin Prince
Chapter 5: Another Round, Bartender!
Draco's POV
Oh, dear God, he just kissed her hand again. Zabini, you're killing me. You're really KILLING me, here.
"Don't mind Zabini. Bloody idiot thinks he's black. So, what'll it be, My Mysterious Beauty?" Oops, I think I just said that out loud.
"Er, just a water for now." Really? Just a water? There is definitely something different about this girl. And I hate to admit, but I kinda like it. I turn to the bartender to give him our orders. Actually, I'll just give her order. I should get her drunk first. And maybe I'll just 'accidentally' tell the bartender to ad a little something to that water of hers. "On second thought, make that a White Russian." Never mind. White Russian? That's the spirit, love.
"One White Russian, please." I'm still getting her drunk first. "And keep the refills coming, alright?" I whisper to the house-elf bartender. Magical refills, that is. Every time her glass is emptied, it fills itself up again. Perfect.
"Thanks." She takes the drink from the bartender, pauses to look at it, as if contemplating something, tips the glass straight up and downs half of it. Wow, I'm both impressed, and a little bit intimidated. This should be an easy score for me. Malfoy: 1, Zabini: 0.
"Wow." I say, thinking out loud.
"What?" I…er… "Never seen a girl drink before?" Of course I have. How do you think I've gotten the girls with 'higher morals' into bed?
"Nothing. You're just…" What's the word? Search for the word, Draco, what's the word to describe her? "…Unpredictable." Yes! That's the word.
"I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment." Um…"Hehee! Relax, I took it as a compliment." Oh. I hope I didn't just blush or something. That is so not cool.
"Well, are you really just going to sit around sipping your drink, or would you like to do something else?" I decide not to give too much of eyebrow-raise. Don't want to scare her off like last time. "Like dancing?" Yes, dancing like you just demonstrated a few minutes ago. But this time, just for me.
"Actually, I was thinking we could just talk." Talk? TALK! Since when does any girl just want to 'talk' with Draco Malfoy? "You know, me being new to this pureblood society and all." Oh, right.
"Well, why don't I introduce you around then. Of course, then you might have to give your name." Which I am DYING to know, by the way.
"Or, I could get better acquainted to you." Since when does anyone want to get 'better acquainted' with Draco Malfoy? This girl is so different from any others I've met. Though I don't know exactly why. Not as slutty, I guess. Well, at least she hasn't noticed her glass has refilled itself. We take a seat, rather two seats, in a parlor off of the Ballroom. "So, why don't you start? Tell me about yourself, Mister, erm, what was it?"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Oh shit, I just sounded like Zabini. Grrrrr. Zabini. "Honestly, I thought everyone knew my name. My family's the most powerful family in Wizard England, if not the entire world." There. That's a good start. Completely true, too. I think. Oh, Hell, it probably is. "My father's…got connections." Yeah. With the Dark Lord. He's like his right-hand-man. His lackey, in other words. Complete puppet. He pulls a string, my father jumps.
"'Connections?' How so?" Sorry, can't tell you, otherwise I'd have to kill you. And that would be a devastating loss to mankind. Although, she must know of the Dark Lord. Well, maybe not, since she's 'new to this pureblood society.' Even if that's true, she must have at least heard of the Dark Lord. His name is known – and not said – all around the world.
"I'm not at liberty to say. Sorry." I give a devilish grin, teasing her; trying to get her to pry.
"Well, then, what does he do?" Oh, you know, kills people, friend or foe, relative or not, good or evil. And when he's not doing that, he's either torturing people, bribing people, or sleeping with their wives.
"Oh, come on now. What do your parents do?" Really, if she's a pureblood, her parents have to be involved with the Dark Lord in some way.
"Er, I'm not at liberty to say." Ooh, a witty one she is. With a nice chest, too, I notice as I take moment to glance down her dress while she takes yet another gulp of her drink. That's it. Maybe twenty, ten more minutes and I can carry her up the stairs and fuck her senseless. Hmm, might be better to do that before she's already senseless from the alcohol.
"Oh really? Then, I guess we have nothing to talk about." So why don't we just skip to the shagging? I start to get up-
"What about your mother?" My mother? Oh, Merlin. What about my mother?
"What about my mother?" That she's a complete air-head? That she thinks she's half her age? That she's the stereotype of a 'dumb blonde?'
"What's she like?" You really want to know?
"See the girl in the cat costume over there?" I point across the hall to the parlor where all the adults are, and her gaze follows. "That's my mother."
"That's you're MOTHER?" She lets out a little giggle. Yes, I know. It's hilarious. Laugh at my pathetic life. "How old is she?"
"Twice as old as she thinks she is." I roll my eyes. It really is embarrassing. "I'll be right back, just going to get something to drink." I give her a wink. I hope she's there when I get back. Unfortunately, I see Zabini take the obvious opportunity. Has he been watching the whole time? I get a Rum and Coke and make my way back through the ton of girls trying to grab my clothes and talk to me, when Pansy finally shows her heavily made-up face. "And what are you supposed to be? Medusa?"
"Oh, Drakie-poo! You're so funny!" She lets out a drunken giggle. No wonder her hair is so messy. But already? I mean, how many guys has she gotten drunk already?
"I can't talk now, Pansy, I'm busy." I try to sneak past her. It's impossible, despite how disgustingly skinny she is.
"Not as busy as you could be." She's literally hanging on me now. Partially for support.
"Listen, Pansy, get Blaise to help you. I'll see you later." I try to get her off of me, but it's no use. I sigh. "Crabbe! Goyle!" When in doubt, use your cronies. "I need you two to make sure Pansy doesn't hurt herself. And stays away from me." I take a long sip of my drink as they carry her out of my way. I do care about her., but she's getting in the way of my winning this bet!
I finally reach the parlor, only to find Blaise feeling up My Mysterious Beauty. Oh, you are SO dead, Zabini.