A.N. Hi guys! Sorry for the long wait but some of you requested longer chapters and of course this means a longer wait. I thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I do.
OK, let's break it down for you, some beautiful, beautiful person sent me a review saying basically that um… this chapter should be rewritten because some of the stuff about it was out of place and crap. So I, out of the goodness of my heart, took the time to rewrite this chapter for all of you beautiful, beautiful people.
ANYWAY ON WITH THE SHOW!!
Birthday Party
Draco Malfoy looked decadent, delectable, delicious and hott, if he said so
himself. Draco smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror. And this was
just his humble opinion.Imagine what everyone else would say about him.
Draco wore a dark blue silk shirt, a pair of black cotton slacks, and on his
feet were a pair of knee-high (heel-equipped) boots with silver buckles and
clips all over. He was also sporting a pair of silver, sapphire-studded hoops
and his shoulder length hair was pulled back neatly in a blue silk ribbon.
Tendrils of excitement tingled down his spine and he smiled again
showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth. "Just think of all those people
down there waiting to see me." Draco squealed. "Well, can't disappoint
them, now can I?" Draco grabbed his black leather jacket hanging over a
chair and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
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Now, Draco's chambers are in the Eastern Wing of the palace because
when he was younger, in a moment of earnest, youthful honesty, (in other
words, small children have a tendency to blurt out whatever is on their
minds like it's a case of obsessive compulsive disorder or something. So
Draco said he absolutely loved seeing the sun in the morning so they put
him facing East in the East Wing.) This resulted in him being called 'Little
Sunshine' until well into his teen years.
Draco made his way through the Ring into the North Wing of the palace.
His black boots echoed on the black marble tiles. Draco passed several
closed doors down the hallway. Each door was painted a different color and
each one had a different number on it.
When Draco came to a pale blue door with the Roman numeral VII (7) in
polished gold on it, he stopped and turned the handle and quickly darted inside.
Once he was inside, the gentle silence caressing Draco's ears on the way
here was rudely pushed away and replaced with the hyper, upbeat sounds of
the music. The base was so loud that Daco could feel it thrumming through his body.
"Draco!" someone shouted. Draco turned around; a big smile already on his
face.
"Hi, Blaise!" Blaise enveloped him in a hug and Draco moved into him to
receive it.
"Blaise!" Draco stiffened.
"Hmm?" Blaise's hands had quickly found Draco's butt and were resting
quite comfortably there.
Draco moved out of Blaise's arms.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," Blaise laughed. "Look, let's just go dance, okay?"
Draco looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.
"Please?" The song on the speakers changed to a softer beat and the music
started to flow.
"Oh! Draco you love this song! Let's go dance!" And without waiting for
Draco's response, Blaise dragged him unto the dance floor.
At first Draco seemed a bit reluctant but once he got into the song his body
took over and pretty soon Draco was swaying to the music.
Draco's body moved smoothly and seductively to the music; to the seductive
beat of the music. Blaise subconsciously moved closer to get a better
glimpse of this sex incarnate that was Draco. He moved even closer when
he realized that Draco was not even paying attention to his surroundings and
he moved closer still until he couldn't stand it anymore and reached to pull
Draco to him.
By the time the first chorus rolled around Draco was fully into the song and
swaying his hips and tossing his head to the music, totally entranced by the
song and not realizing that more people were turning to watch him with
hungry eyes and of all these eyes on him none, were more drawn to him
than his best friend Blaise Zabini and…
"Draco!" All of a sudden Draco's little world within the music shattered
and he flushed and looked around in wild bewilderment while everyone else
glared at the owner of that offending, wish-you-could just-rip-out-her-voicebox ,voice.
"Pansy," Draco said, his voice suddenly gone cold and void of any previous
embarrassment.
"Hey lover, happy birthday."
"I thought I told you never to call me that Miss Parkinson."
"Aww Draky-Poo you can't be so mean to your future wife, now can you?"
"Frankly Pansy, I'd rather have my fingernails rotated and my neck hacked
off with a spoon than marry you." Draco stated flatly.
"Well, that's too bad Draco." Pansy stated with a smug expression on her
face.
"What do you mean??" Blaise and Draco asked together.
"Ask your—I mean our father Draco darling."
Draco glared at her before turning and shouldering his way through the
gathering crowd and exiting the room.
A.N. All of you confused people check the reviews page to see what I mean. And to my special reviewer I did heed the rest of the stuff you suggested and I'll redo the fic starting with chapters one and two but I just wanted to upload this chapter and keep the readers from waiting any longer.
To everybody else, read and review people and remember to smile because you are beautiful baby!!