Pseudo Cinderella and the Slytherin Prince
Chapter 7 It's Just the Liqueur Talking…
Hermione's POV
After deciding that this 'party' would seem so much better under the influence of alcohol, I gulp down my drink to see if that will make it work faster.
"Wow," Malfoy lets slip out.
"What?" Is it thatobvious I've never reallyhadany alcohol in my life?"Never seen a girl drink before?" Which I know he has. How else would Padma Patil have gotten a howler from her mum about 'keeping your virginity to someone worthy of taking it'? Haha! Oh, how vividly I remember that day. Following that…event…Padma could barely stand to show her face at the Ravenclaw table and started skipping meals altogether.
"Nothing," Malfoy quickly recovers. "You're just…" I'm just what, Malfoy? Exceedingly more intelligent, talented, and better-looking than you'll ever be? That's a lie...you don't really think that… What? NO! SHUT UP, LITTLE VOICE IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD! Oh, wait, maybe that's just the liqueur talking. "…Unpredictable." So, Malfoy thinks I'm unpredictable. Well, let's see just how 'unpredictable' I can be…
"I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment," oh, he looks nervous. So cute. To see a Malfoy humbled, that is. "Hehe! Don't worry, I took it as a compliment." Oh! He's blushing! I love it!
"Well, are you really just going to sit around sipping your drink, or would you like to do something else?" Like what? Oh no, an eyebrow-raise. "Like dancing?" Dancing? Well, that's certainly better than what I thought he was going to say. I guess Malfoy can be unpredictable too. Well I'll just have to burst his bubble yet again.
"Actually, I was thinking we could just talk. You know, me being new to this pureblood society and all." I add in a flirty look, so he can't say 'no' to me.
"Well, why don't I introduce you around then? Of course, then you might have to give your name." Nice try, Malfoy. But I'm still not giving my name away. I don't think you can handle the truth.
"Or, I could get better acquainted to you." Heh, right. We take our seats in what everyone else here would probably call a 'small' room, which is probably as big as half of my house. I guess one would call this a parlor. "So, why don't you start? Tell me about yourself, Mister, erm, what was it?" Might as well play off of the 'dumb and innocent' act some more.
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Honestly, I thought everyone knew my name. My family's the most powerful family in Wizard England, if not the entire world." Well, so much for subtlety and humility. "My father's…got connections." Hmm, I wonder whom with? (Insert sarcasm here.) Let's pry, shall we? I'd love to know just how Lucius Malfoy's 'connections' got him out of Azkaban.
"'Connections?' How so?" He stays surprisingly calm.
"I'm not at liberty to say. Sorry." I mentally roll my eyes, and then give him an 'I'm-gonna-make-you-tell-me' grin.
"Well, then, what does he do?"
"Oh, come on now. What do your parents do?" Oh, that one I'm not to sure of anymore. Dentists or Death Eaters? I honestly don't know.
"Err, I'm not at liberty to say." Oh, I'm a witty one, aren't I? I take a slightly bigger sip of my drink that I originally mean to. Wait a second; did my glass magically refill itself? Because it was empty a minute ago… Oh, that clever little ferret.
"Oh really? Then, I guess we have nothing to talk about." Not so fast. He starts to get up, but I make a desperate attempt to delay the activities I know are bound to happen. Considering the rate at which I am consuming alcohol.
"What about my mother?" Oh, right. I've never met Narcissa Malfoy.
"What's she like?" because I'd really like to know.
"See the girl in the cat costume over there?" Yes. So? "That's my mother." WHAT? THAT'S Narcissa Malfoy? Whoa. Exactly how old is she, and WHY is she with a scumbag like Lucius?
"That's your MOTHER?" I let out a drunken giggle. Who's being subtle now? Nice job, Hermione. Make a bloody fool of yourself, why don't you? "How old is she?"
"Twice as old as she thinks she is." Apparently. "I'll be right back, just going to get something to drink." Okay. Was that a wink? Oh no, the room's starting to spin. Do I know any de-intoxification spells? Oh, and just what I need – Blaise Zabini. Ten Galleons says he can't keep his hands off me.
"And how are you enjoying my party, my lady?" He kisses my hand again. Where's the nearest bathroom? Because I think I'm about to hurl. Either from Zabini or the alcohol, I'm not sure.
"Oh, it's absolutely wonderful. I'm having a great time." Or I was, up until YOU came along. Honestly, I'd prefer Malfoy over Zabini any day. Even though they're both kind of cute. Oh no, it's just the liqueur talking, right?
"Well, I bet I can make it even better for you, if you're feelin' me." 'Feelin' you?' Well I- OH! I may not be 'feeling' you, but you sure are feeling me! Up, that is. Okay, red lights flashing in the back of my head. I can't believe I'm thinking this, but where's Draco when I need him? I mean, Malfoy. Oh great. Looks like Pansy's all over him again. But it looks like he's spotted Zabini. Oh, I hope there's not a fight!
A/N: Okay, I'm gonna try not to be TOO repetitive.So just read the next chapter.