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Draco
What a day… I should have known this would be a horrible day. It started with a really awkward morning, waking up in Oliver's bed, in Oliver's arms and trying to ignore basically everything that happened the night before, which, naturally only hovered over us like a black cloud of doom. After what felt like an eternal silence in which we both washed up separately and dressed up Oliver finally opened his mouth to inform me that he's going to take the Hogwarts Express back to London. I simply nodded and headed to the Great Hall for a quick breakfast before going to retrieve my stuff from the temporary dorms. I just didn't know what to say to that. I didn't really expect Oliver to humour me during the train ride, and we couldn't exactly secure a compartment to ourselves and have mad passionate sex the whole ride… Not when we can hardly say a word to each other.
As it turned out I didn't have much to worry about as Oliver didn't even acknowledge my presence on the train, being encircled by his little ickle Gryffindors, leaving me to roam the train's corridors with increasing anger and snapping at firsties. Not that that wasn't fun, but by the time we reached London I was so pissed I didn't even care where I was going and nearly walked into several passers-by in my rush to reach the exit and enter the sleek black limousine waiting to take me home.
The nearly four hours drive to Wiltshire did nothing to appease my wrath and as a result I managed to yell on both my parents for completely unrelated issues within the first twenty minutes of my arrival, which led me to my current situation- pacing back and forth in my room waiting for my punishment. The insane rage at Oliver's callousness somewhat dissolved to give place to the dread of realizing that for the first time in my life I actually raised my voice to Lucius and Narcissa- which is not a fact to be taken lightly!
I needed to somehow wriggle my way out of going to Switzerland, which was pretty much taken cared of when I yelled at them but I still needed to convince them to let me stay in the manor and not send me to say the Parkinsons for the holiday. A soft knock on my door caused me to pull back from planning my escape,
"Come in." I was marginally mortified at barking out the words rather than calling them out cool and composed, damn but I need to relax. The door opened and a little House-elf appeared, bowing so low he was actually nuzzling the carpet,
"Young Master, the Master and Lady of the Manor wish to see you in the drawing room."
"Fine," I waved him casually and took a deep breath. I turned to the door to see the House-elf still slumped in his bow, without any intention to move, "Go!" I commanded with my most menacing voice, though I was fighting a mad urge to laugh, the little stupid creature backed out of the room at once.
The drawing room, I though as I made my way there, this is a good sign, the drawing room was a neutral ground, unlike father's office, or mother's- which she insisted on calling the sawing room, though I'm pretty sure she never actually lifted a needle in her hand before.
I stood in front the closed door and took a deep breath, willing my heart to go slower and schooled my features blank before knocking,
"Come in." the cool, smooth voice of my mother was heard, this is going to be harder than I thought. Whenever Lucius surrounded authority to Narcissa when it came to my discipline I always ended up shoddier. She has a way of making me feel ten times worse without even lifting her voice. I opened the door and walked into the room, back straight and head high, I knew I merited a punishment, but that didn't mean I had to grovel. Mother sat on the gold-white settee, looking poised and majestic while father stood, with elbow resting on the mantelpiece on the other side of the room. "Sit down, Draco."
I took a seat on the sofa across from mother and placed my hands neatly in my lap. Neither of us looked at the others and the silence in the room felt heavy and almost touchable.
"I believe you know why we called you here?" mother's ice-blue stare was now fixed on me and I forced my body to relax under it,
"Yes, mother."
"Then you must know that we will not allow this sort of atrocious behaviour from you." I lowered my head in humility, the perfect picture of the dutiful son. I simply couldn't afford to disobey her, not if I wanted to get my way. "I believe that the appropriate punishment for you right now is to be excluded from the ski trip." Ok, good, that's step one, I nodded silently, head still bowed and bit my lip- I did enjoy the ski trips and the fact that I was excluded in shame hurt. "But since your father and I don't see why we have to be punished as well, we are facing a new problem. What are we going to do with you during the winter holidays?" send me to London, please, please, please… "As we cannot send you back to school I believe the best solution is for you to go and stay with the Parkinsons." My head snapped up, a genuine expression of terror on my face,
"No, please, mother, you can't send me there." I pleaded, shit, shit, shit! Not that I have a problem with spending the holidays with Pansy, far from it, but staying at her house is a whole different issue. Very uncharacteristic to pure-blood families the Parkinsons have four children, two of them which are complete brats and could do with a good hexing- preferably daily, and another who has an unholy crush on me. Gay issues aside- Alysia Parkinson is ten years old and scary as shit. "I… I can stay here." I offered in a desperate attempt, "I'll stay here and do my homework until I return to school." The fact that I spent the last three weeks practically killing myself to finish all the work I had to do to clear my holiday was beside the point.
"But we are taking all the house-elves with us; I don't want to leave you alone in the manor." Not out of concern, mind you, but out of practicality. Mother doesn't trust me to operate a single thing around the house, and she's probably right.
"If we let you stay here alone, you are to remain confined to your suite and the kitchen. And there will be absolutely no magic allowed. And you will have to make your own way to the train station to go back to school." Father's voice spoke quietly from his corner and I was so relieved I nearly sagged in my seat. Instead I pretended to think about it for a moment, while trying to quell the urge to jump and yell "YES".
"Yes, father. I understand." I said in a lowly tone and fixed my eyes on the floor. I could feel my parents exchanging looks, and stayed motionless and gave silent pray this would be all. This is perfect! Home alone, no magic allowed, who will even know I'm not here?
"Oh, and you will come with me to the Parkinsons early Saturday morning to help Pansy get ready for her ball."
"What? No…" I cried before I could stop myself, mother raised a pale eyebrow at me and I sighed, "Yes, mother."
"Good. Now go back to your room and get ready for dinner." I nodded once and stood up, bowing slightly at each parent in turn before excusing myself.
I managed to reach my room, close the door and cast a silencing charm before I let out a loud whoop! I was going to London for the holidays; I was going to have two whole weeks in the arms of Oliver! I could just dance! Life doesn't get any sweeter than that.
.oo0oo.
Sunday morning dawned white and crisp. From my window I could see the Manor's grounds covered with virgin, crystallise snow. I allowed myself a wide smile, knowing that in less than 48 hours I'd be with Oliver again. But before that could happen I was going to spend a rather tiresome day at the Parkinson estate. My smile wilted and I rose with a sigh. Oh, well, the quicker we're done with that the better.
At the Parkinsons it was chaos, as usual. Pansy's mother nearly wept when she saw mine, and immediately pulled her in for a quick conference and I cautiously made my way to Pansy's room. The least I see of her little siblings, the less murderous I'd be come evening.
Pansy was humming softly while combing her long dark hair in front of her mirror. She looked like some little fairy-tale princess waiting for her prince charming, which is probably the case for tonight, come to think of it.
"Morning, princess." I said brightly and she immediately spun around with a smile so wide I almost felt complimented,
"Draco! You came to help me." She cried as she jumped up to give me an enormous kiss on the cheek, "This is going to be so much fun, just imagine, all those handsome boys gathering to see me." She clutched the hairbrush to her chest, her eyes dreamy and smile growing, if possible, even wider. I tried to stifle my smile; somebody's obviously been to the potions cabinet this morning. "All the most beautiful, rich and successful bachelors in the wizarding world, dying to be with me and with your killer dress- in me." She gave me a little wink and I couldn't help the smirk spreading over my face bordering on preening, what can I say- I'm far from being immune to compliments.
"Quite an unwelcome mental image there, thank you very much," I said cheerfully and she laughed, "You seem awfully frisky this morning."
"You can blame mother for that, she forced an entire vial of calming draught on me. This bloody stuff is amazing!"
"You don't say. So, are you ready to meet your prince charming and be swept off your feet? Ready for the happily ever after?" Neither of us had much illusion about this sort of things, those parties were merely a chance to show off your richness and manners, not to fall head over heels in love. But then again, surprises were known to happen in the past.
"Oh, yes. You know- you might also meet your prince charming here tonight." If I didn't have at least fifteen years of knowing her back to front, I might actually take offend in that,
"Very funny, Parkinson."
"Come on, this attachment to Wood isn't healthy, you know. You need to sleep around, have fun." Oh, good gods, we are not having this discussion again, especially not when she's hyped on potions.
"I'm having plenty of fun, and besides, who says I have to sleep around? I happen to like being a kept man." I said haughtily and Pansy let out a snort of laughter,
"I swear sometimes I think someone had us mixed up, you as a gay guy ought to be perving after anything with a cock while I- the well-bred, honourable girl should be a bloody blushing maiden." She bat her eyelashes in a charade of a blushing maiden, not that she's too convincing, Pansy had that little conniving glint in her eye since the age of thirteen.
"Well, I for one am rather glad things are the way they are."
"So do I, love, so do I." Pansy returned to the mirror and resumed brushing her hair. I looked at her for a couple of minutes, thinking hard. Best friends, they are there for a reason right? You should be able to tell them everything, right? I chewed my lip for a few seconds and decided, what the hell,
"Pansy, can I talk to you about something?" She immediately turned to me with a curious light in her eyes and I suddenly struggled for words, but before I could utter any there came a high-pitched childish voice from the door,
"Hello Draco." I turned in slight alarm to see Alysia standing at the door, looking at me with all the open admiration a ten year can muster. I gulped and tried to smile, frantically wishing Pansy would kick her out soon,
"Alysia, what are you doing here? Bugger off!"
"I didn't come here to see you; I came to see my beautiful Draco." Alysia wasn't in the slightest abashed by Pansy's words and I found myself subconsciously backing my way to the wall hand going for my wand, just in case.
"Well, he doesn't want to see you, and this is my room so GET OUT!" Pansy's yell is punctured with a hairbrush flying through the air, crashing hard at the door next to Alysia's head. The little girl shrieks in fear and ducked from the room, whereas Pansy proceed to cast a locking and silencing charms. "Insolent little pest."
"You know, your sister always makes me so grateful for being an only child." I said thoughtfully as I resumed my position on the bed.
"Yes, I know, she's a right add for birth control. What did want to tell me?" the abrupt change of topic caught me a little off guard and I had to think back to what I was saying before the insolent little pest strutted in,
"Oh, it's nothing really. Nothing important. Hey did I tell you that I'm staying in the manor alone for the holidays?"
"NO!" as expected, Pansy's eyes flew wide and she was the perfect picture of jealousy, "You're one lucky bastard!" she cried out and I gave her a wide smirk, my parents at least had the wits to stop after one successful child. "Can I come and stay with you?"
"It's supposed to be a punishment, no magic and no house-elves." I informed her, but she didn't look worried at that, guess the want to leave home was stronger than the threat of going muggle. Who can blame her really? "But I'm not actually staying there." I delivered the final blow; Pansy gave a 'knew it was too good to be true' shrug and jumped on the bed besides me,
"Where are you going then?"
"London."
"London? Are you nuts? Where are you going to st… ok, scratch that, obviously you're staying with Wood. Draco, what if you parents find out? This could be really dangerous." Having Pansy around is very useful- I don't have to keep a conscience of my own…
"You're the only one who knows so if you keep your gob shut no one needs knowing." I said in a firm voice,
"But what if someone sees you, in Diagon Alley or something?"
"Well, we're going muggle for the holidays." I told her, a little more dejected than I actually felt; just to get that lovely sympathetic look on her,
"No…"
"It doesn't really matter; I'd have gone muggle anyway, because my parents won't let me use magic while they're gone. At least this way I get to spend two weeks with Oliver." Pansy gave me a grave smile,
"This is so sweet, it's almost sickening."
"You're just jealous because you don't have a boyfriend to cuddle."
"Oh, but I will, come tonight I'd have dozens of them." She threw her head back and let out a slightly mad laughter, I bit my lip highly amused,
"Are you sure you've been given the calming draught and not an insanity brew?" I asked innocently and she pushed me back on the bed, and proceeded to half cover me with her body, head resting on my chest,
"So, what's going on with you? Haven't seen much of you since we parted ways near the Hospital Wing what was it, four days ago? What have you been up to? Did you spend the night with Oliver?"
"Yes."
"Did you two fuck?" I blinked down at her,
"Oh, come on, I've been wanting to have a sex talk with you for ages, but you stubbornly stayed a virgin all them years. And now, I finally have a chance to exchange sex stories with you so you don't have a choice," she punctured her words with a sharp jab to my ribs. I didn't really mind the 'sex talk' with her, and if she's asked me a week ago, I'd eagerly spill everything, but since last Wednesday things have changed a bit. "So, tell me, did you two shag?"
"What do you think?" I managed to drawl teasingly,
"Gods, I swear, you two are at it like a couple of dragons in heat- guess Wood needs all workout he can score now that he isn't playing regular Quidditch anymore." She was laughing at her own joke and I felt the ache rising in my chest again, I cannot deal with this right now. I turned my head to the window and felt Pansy shifting above me in concern, "Draco, what's wrong?"
"I don't know, I'm not sure." I need to see Oliver before I can confined anything to you, I'm sorry, "It's nothing you should worry about, especially not on your special day." I met her gaze again and smiled reassuringly at her, this was not the right time, whatever problems Oliver and I were having, she needn't worry about right now. "Let's fix that lovely hair of yours." I lifted one of her dark curls and twirled it around my finger,
"Draco, you know that you can always talk to me, about anything." She said in a serious, slightly worried tone and I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips,
"I know. Thank you, but this is between Oliver and me." I pulled her up to her feet and walked her back to her dressing table, "Come on, let's make you pretty."
.oo0oo.
The ballroom of the Parkinsons, though not as big or lavish as the Malfoy one, was bustling with life and colour. It seemed that almost every wizard between the ages of seventeen to twenty-five who wasn't yet married was here in his best dress robes, all capering and loitering around Pansy who, and I could hardly hide the smug smile tugging the corners of my mouth, looked ravishing. Her dress was deep inky blue, closed up front, open in the back, showing her rounded bum beautifully and distracting the eye from the fact that her bum was indeed the only round bit of her. Her hair was styled (after an argument that nearly mounted to a duel) high on her head leaving only three long curls to run down the length of her back. The only jewel or ornament she wore was a Japanese style comb in her hair, shaped like a lily and made out of mother-of-pearl and jade.
Since I was here only to support my best friend I was not actually required to prance around her so I slunk to a remote corner of the ballroom and indulged myself with drinking champagne and scanning the hall, making mental notes to myself of people I would like to make fun of later with Pansy.
"Are you also hiding?" I lifted my head to look at the person who spoke to me, he was very handsome, with his dark hair and amber-coloured eyes but he had the unmistakable air about him that said he knew just how gorgeous he was and what effect that had on people, which opened an unpleasant way to a fleeting thought whether people looked at me the same way.
"I'm not hiding." I answered levelly; some told me I'm not going to like that bloke, so I wasn't going out of my way to be nice to him.
"Merlin, what a lame-arse party, I would have skived ages ago if it wasn't for my mother." I turned my gaze back to the dancing crowd, indicating the stranger that his little speech was not worth my comment. "I'm Trevor by the way." He extended a hand and I couldn't really pass my manners by refusing it.
"Draco." I said unenthusiastically, and then added in a low, casual-yet-no-nonsense tone, "I'm the belle of the ball's best friend." Trevor slanted a glance at me and I lifted the champagne flute to my lips,
"Point taken, mate." I'm not your mate, you cocky bastard. We stood there for a few minutes and I wondered if it would be inexcusably rude of me to just walk away when Trevor opened his mouth again, "Gods, I'm dying for a fag." I nearly gagged on my beverage at his words, but managed to hold myself,
"Excuse me?"
"I take it you don't smoke then?" I closed my eyes briefly and nearly bit the inside of my cheek trying not to burst out laughing at my own idiocy. Fags, right… well, I've been dying for one as well, but I won't get mine till Tuesday, wow with me.
"No. I think it's a filthy, disgusting habit." It truly was, and I didn't like other people smoking in my vicinity, which was why I managed to quell Pansy's addiction before she even began. Too bad I couldn't do the same for Theo Nott.
"You go to Hogwarts, don't you?" I looked up at Trevor suspiciously, I fail to see why the fact I do not smoke has any bearing on what school I'm going to, "My father refused to send me there, said only wusses go to Hogwarts."
"Durmstrang, I assume?" my voice was getting colder with each syllable; I really did not care for that fellow.
"Best school in Europe, mate." He intoned in a smug voice, completely missing the death glares and icy tone I was addressing him with, to my growing rage. Stupid cocky Durmstrang fucktard! Before I could come back with a snide, caustic retort Pansy materialised in front of me wearing a million galleons smile.
"Draco, there you are. Could I please have a word with you?" she said in an urgent tone, smile never wavering,
"Milady, might I say you look enticing tonight?" Trevor's sleek, oily voice was enough to make me want to bring back up the delicious dinner and countless champagne glasses when he added, "Trevor Spungen, at your service." And I did gag over my drink, swivelling to look at Trevor more closely.
"What did you say your name was?"
"Spungen." Both Trevor and Pansy were giving me the odd eye at the moment but I didn't care, I needed to confirm something,
"Do, do you know by any chance an Edward Spungen?" Trevor eyes narrowed at the mention of that name and I knew I hit my target,
"You mean Uncle Eddie?" he asked with all the malice one could muster by saying another person's name, "A shame to the entire Spungen name, running off with that muggle slut!" Trevor caught my little smirk and pulled himself together faster than you would expect someone in his intoxicated condition, and turned to Pansy, "But don't worry, pretty face, we dealt with him accordingly." The smarmy, oily voice was back and I felt like punching the smug git- dealt with accordingly my arse! I looked over at Pansy, who looked ready to thump Trevor as well, though I think it was mostly because he called her 'pretty face' as she grabbed my arm tight and gave Trevor the biggest, fakest dazzling smile,
"That's nice. Could you please excuse us for a moment?" and without waiting for Trevor's response she hauled me to the other side of the ball room, and shoved me in a dark corner sending me sprawled over on a chair. She daintily took the chair next to me,
"Do you realize who that guy is?" I asked her,
"An annoying brat with an overrated opinion of himself?" Well, yes, but that's not where I was aiming.
"He's Oliver's cousin!" I announced and Pansy winced in sympathy,
"Really, poor Oliver." She said curtly and then leaned in and gave me her best puppy dog eyes, "Draco…"
"What wrong?" she pouted and sighed, I rolled my eyes, "Pansy, you've got the elite of the wizarding world bachelors all prancing around you, spread out for you and all you have to do is choose."
"Well, that's just it! The one bachelor I want is nowhere in sight." She complained loudly, arm flailing to gesture at the hall.
"He went to the loo?"
"Draco! That's not funny!" she snapped, "I want Stephen." I looked forlornly at my empty glass and wished a house-elf would pass by soon, I needed a lot more alcohol if I was going to have to deal with Pansy's new found sense of justice.
"You're smitten." I informed her with smug smile as I managed to signal a house-elf and had a fresh glass of champagne in my hand,
"I'm not!" she insisted, "It's just that, I've been dancing with nearly every bloke in the hall and all I can think of is how Stephen is a much better dancer than this lot."
"Completely smitten- Head over heels in love with a rowdy Ravenclaw." I mused cheerfully
"Says the one who gets it up the arse from a bloody Gryffindor!" she tossed back nastily and I merely chuckled,
"Ouch, that was low."
"Draco, what am I going to do?" I tried to bring my champagne sloshed brain back to the problem at hand,
"Well, I say you play nice for the rest of the night and then spend the next two weeks pining for Stephen Cornfoot."
"That's your brilliant solution? Gee, thanks!" I shrugged what more can I say? "I can't be in love with Stephen; we didn't even sleep together yet."
"What does sex has to do with anything? You've had more men than Celestina Warbeck and you never gave a toss about any of them." I pointed out and Pansy looked confused at the thought,
"Are you saying that I'm… I'm in love?" she asked like it was some swear-word that is completely inappropriate for young well-bred witches.
"All I'm saying is- you've got the most handsome, rich and successful wizards all graveling at your feet tonight which would make up for every gay man's wet dream and you're hiding in a dark corner, crying over your best friends' shoulder for Steve."
"Don't call him Steve." She snapped at once, I gave a bleary look,
"Why, he doesn't like it?"
"No, I don't like it." And she has the gall to tell me she's not in love… "Merlin, I'm such a loser." She mourned and I bristled,
"Why, in behalf of all of us who are currently in love- Thank you!" Pansy gave me a sheepish look and promptly changed the subject,
"Every gay man's wet dream?" she asked with a raised eyebrow,
"Nearly every gay man's wet dream." I corrected,
"You are so cock-whipped it's not even funny anymore." She sighed and I raised my hand for objection,
"Oliver-whipped."
"That's even worse! Oh, hell, time to mingle again, thanks love." She placed a chaste kiss on my cheek and plastered another huge smile before sauntering to the dance floor again. I looked up, slightly confused at the speed of events to see both my mother and Mrs. Parkinson giving me stern looks. I shrugged and smiled and sank lower in my seat.
I drowned the rest of my glass and looked around, trying to focus my attention on something, which wasn't easy as it felt like the hall was losing its edges and slowly tuning everything to a golden/black haze. Maybe I lay off the champagne… I chuckled at the thought and called for another.
"Three." I blinked up in confusion, my vision slowly focusing on the boy who took the seat Pansy evacuated,
"Huh?" on a closer inspection he reminded me much of Michael, but that could have had something to do with his dark hair and blue eyes,
"You look like you're trying to figure how many boys signed the lovely birthday girl's dance card, but I think there are at least three more before you can safely make your move." I wasn't aware I was staring at Pansy at all,
"Oh, no, I don't want to dance with her… She's my best friend." I whispered conspiratorially to the boy,
"Yes, I saw you two whispering here in the corner before. I'm Daniel, Daniel Hawks." He reached his hand and I peered at it for a few seconds before taking it in a firm grip,
"Draco Malfoy." We smiled at each other and I felt the warm glow of champagne making me a little reckless and adventurous, plus, Daniel had a really nice smile, "I haven't seen you around, are you from Durmstrang?" I was honestly hoping he wasn't. Maybe Beauxbatons…
"No, actually I study in Japan." My eyes grew wide, now that was new…
"Japan, really? I didn't know there are magical schools in Japan." Damn, this alcohol is spoiling everything! I'm supposed to be knowledgeable and charming, not ignorant and clumsy like… like bloody Potter of something!
"Oh, yes, there are quite a few. Top of the range too, Japan is very big on magic and Japanese are big believers in education. I'm actually attending Bell Academy."
"Sounds impressive," Shut up, shut up now! "How did you end in Japan, anyway?" A normal question, at last!
"My parents work for the department of international relations. They are the ministry's representatives in the far east, that's how I ended up in Japan." I nodded, trying to pretend I actually understood every word rather than every third,
"Japan sounds so cool. I'd love to go there one day."
"Really? Yeah, Japan is way cool." I could tell he had a warm spot for his adoptive home country, which was very nice but I figured I better warn him before he gets too caught up,
"I actually only know about it from manga but it still sounds cool."
"You read manga? Which ones- magical or muggle?" I gaped at him in surprise,
"There's magical manga?" for a split second I had a chibby image of myself wide eyed and jaw-slack which nearly made me giggle, "Fuck I didn't know that. I usually go out to muggle London to buy them." This subject obviously struck a chord with Daniel, who seemed just as eager to share,
"Which one's your favourite? Mine's FMA." Luckily I was exempted from answering this since I had no idea what the hell he was talking about when Pansy grabbed my arm and bodily hauled me out of the room, with a swift apology to Daniel. I blinked at her good-naturedly, feeling far too content at the moment to muster up any indignation.
"What in the name of Merlin's cat do you think you're doing?"
"Being polite?" Pansy didn't look very amused or pleased with my answer,
"Try flirting like mad! Have you no shame? After going on and on about how much you and Wood are sickeningly in love?" I placed a hand on my chest in a wounded proud gesture,
"I was not flirting! I… we were discussing manga." I explained conceitedly,
"What's that? Some kind of gay sex code?"
"NO! It's a muggle thing, comic books!" what on earth is she on about? I was being perfectly nice and sociable and I get reprimanded for that? I hate formal parties!
"Well, it might be innocent on your part but that guy is doing his damnest to get in your pants!" she was accusing me with a pointed finger and a scorching glare,
"Really?" Hmm, that sounds interesting, not that I'd explore the option, but it's always nice to know you have them.
"Oh my freaking gods Draco! Are you completely blind? Half of the guys here have been coveting your cute little blond arse all night!"
"I beg your pardon?" Why didn't you tell me earlier? Some friend you are…
"Draco, I swear, you're so bloody naïve sometimes! This party is shaping out to look like a bloody pride gathering. Maybe if more guys here would look at me the way they look at you I might not pine for Stephen like mad!" I craned my neck towards the door of the hall, subconsciously licking my lips,
"You think they think my arse is hot?" I asked hopefully,
"For the love of Merlin, how much champagne did you have, Draco?" Pansy wheeled me around to look at her again, this time I could see concern in her eyes rather than anger. Was I doing something wrong? I tried to think about her question but couldn't come up with a number,
"I don't know." I confessed and leaned forward with a grin, "You champagne is excellent, it's giving me naughty ideas."
"Alright, that's enough bubbly for you!" she scoffed and I pouted,
"They're only naughty for Oliver."
"None the less, I'm going to order the house-elves to cut you off the booze!" she announced and then left me standing behind, feeling bereft and cheated. If I can't get smashed in my best friend's Christmas party than what the point anyway?
I trudged back to the hall, my entire happy buzz evaporated and headed straight for Daniel, I still needed to figure out what the hell was FMA, maybe now that I can't have anymore alcohol, I might actually understand. My evening came to a crushing halt when the super-git Trevor tumbled over pissed-drunk and asked me if I was a natural blond, and then to cup his insult ask me to prove it. It was only due to Daniel quick reflexes that stopped me from hexing the bastard to next week that prevented a major scuffle that would surely ruin Pansy's party. After that I didn't much felt like loitering around so Daniel took me to the nearest floo to make sure I made it safely home. Upon arriving at my room I simply fell on the bed and between one breath and the next was dead asleep.
A/N: Bell Liberty Academy (BL Academy) is the name of the school from the anime "Gakuen Heaven", which strangely enough is based on a video game rather than manga.
FMA is 'Full Metal Alchemist', humour/angst and one teenager with height issues. Check them out at: fullmetal-alchemist . com