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CHAPTER 5: PARTY

"I'm bored."

Alex stared incredulously at Potter. Him bored? No wonder heroes are such a bore to her. But then, something suggested her mind, duel with Potter and practice with the new magic that she has been learning from the book.

"Well, we're both good duelist… Do you want to be sparring partners then? You probably need it if you're going to face Voldemort."

Alex sees the surprise face on Potter's, not everyone like saying long name like He-Who-BLAH-BLAH-BLAH, she doesn't remember. It was too long and very tongue twisting for her.

"Deal." Potter blurted out automatically.

The brunette was taken back slightly. She was surprised of his automatic response. "Good, see you tomorrow night, Potter." With that, Alex sauntered out the door casually. She could feel the stare of Potter's boring into her back.

As she reached the hallways, she continued to think if this was a good idea.

Alex, you dumb fuck, if you hit him with the magic, he might die! Her thought scolded her. She frowned. Her conscious was right, she can't just use Potter as her guinea pig to try these new spells she's learning. She doesn't want to go to Azkaban for killing The-Boy-Who-Lived. Pfft.

"I'll just have to practice on my own." She muttered to herself. She needed to get better with magic. She wanted to get better so she can… can… avenge…

Alex shuts her mind out. She really didn't want to think about that. Sighing, she slowly made her way back to the dormitory and as always no prefects or teachers found her.

The next morning, she was surprised to be awake so early. Soon, she came down to the Great Hall and met up with her best friends whom are already eating.

"This must be your earliest, yet." Draco pointed out, eyebrows arched. Alex glared at him as she sat down next to Blaise. "Eight o'clock."

"Piss off, Draco." Alex scowled as the platinum blonde laughed. "So first match with the Gryffindor, hm?"

"Well I won't be playing this year Quidditch this year." Draco replied, chewing soundly on his food. "Blaise is taking my place as a seeker."

Daphne and Alex stared at their platinum incredulously. "Wait, Dray, you love Quidditch, what changed?" asked Daphne worriedly.

"Nothing." Draco shrugs. "I just don't feel like it. I'm not really up to it." He sighs and continued to eat.

Alex looked at Blaise plastered with a confident smirk. "Blaise, I guess it's all up to you to win this match against the Gryffindors. I don't think… Potter will be playing that efficiently."

"Oh? What did you do this time, Alex?" Blaise inquires, peering over his best friend in the corner of his eyes.

"I took his Firebolt for a ride the other day and I never returned it." She simply replies with a shrug.

"Why did you take his Firebolt?" Draco demanded. "I thought you don't like heroes, Lexie."

Alex pouted and crossed her arms, "You hid your broom from me so I took the second fastest broom, Potter's broom!"

Draco scowled darkly, "I'm never letting you touch my broom again. You broke my Firebolt!"

"Pfft. No I didn't." She receives a nasty look from Draco. "Ok fine, I did! I just wanted it to make it go faster…"

"Yeah, well it exploded because of whatever spell you used!"

"I said I was sorry!"

"Not good enough, Alex!"

"But, I said I was sorry, Dray!"

It was a brilliant Saturday night and the Slytherin's decided it was time to party it up.

To add to the party, it was a celebration for the Slytherin Quidditch team for winning the first match of this season against those bloody Gryffindors. And they won by a long shot! (245-170)

And thus, when the nightfall came, the Slytherins came out from their pits and party hard. Booze, snacks, music, and more booze and the best of all, no fucking Head of the House ever busting them (Snape doesn't care, just as long they clean it up themselves).

Alex grabbed two red cups from the mahogany table and poured Firewhisky on it. Once it was all filled up, she grabbed it and sauntered over where Blaise, Daphne and Draco were at, all huddled in the middle of the common room. She handed the red cup to Blaise.

"Thanks, sweetheart." Blaise took a sip from the Firewhisky. He moaned in his mouth in satisfaction. "Ah good ol' Firewhisky, I missed you."

Alex snickered, "Drink up, Blaise because of you; we won the first match of the season!" She raised her cup in the air, "To Blaise!" She shouted

"To Blaise!" Daphne, Draco, Blaise and surrounding people simultaneously said, bumping their red cups to each other. Then they all drank the Firewhiskey in one shot.

It only took Blaise a couple of minutes to get really pissed, he already went off to snog someone in the corner. Draco was still there, he has high tolerance against alcohol but his girlfriend on the other was gone. Way gone.

Alex was buzzed, everything just seemed so buzzy. Giggle. Is that even a word? Buzzy? Then her eyes moved to the snogging blonde couple in front of her. Damn it. All three of her friends were busy doing something. She suddenly felt lonely, wishing that she had that kind of fun in her life. Standing up, she wanted to go somewhere else.

She bumped into people, and was surprised to find a single Gryffindor here. Wh-What was his name again? Marcus? Simon? Oh what ever. Then her eyes bulge when she found two Slytherins making out.

"No way…" Alex breathed out in shock. Then she turned around as if she never saw it.

She managed to stumble her way out of the common room and all the way to the Astronomy Tower. It wasn't an easy job when you're walking in the dark and buzzed. Something was nagging her in the back of her mind to come up to the Astronomy Tower and once she saw another figure waiting for her in the tower, she remembered.

Potter.

Potter noticed her, stumbling into the room and just in time before she fell, he caught her.

"Whoa! Russo, what's wrong with you." asks Potter then sniffs the air. "Firewhisky! You Slytherins always party it up on Saturday nights."

"Pfft. Potter, have you ever been to a Slytherin party?" Alex asks.

Potter helps her to climb some stairs and into against the wall. He slowly helps her slid down so she won't hurt herself. "No. I don't think the Slytherins want me there."

Alex let out a chuckle. That was true. "Oh yeah, you are such… such a Gryffindork." She snorted.

Potter ignored the question. He then asks, "How do you bloody get Firewhisky into your party?"

"Se~cree~et!" She sang then burst out laughing. "Snape… Snape never busts us for it. He doesn't give a fuck about it as long we clean it up. But we… we get Blaise elves to do the hard work."

Potter snorted. "Of course." He muttered darkly, staring off into space. He slid down the wall next to her.

Alex seriously need some sleep; she couldn't keep her eyes up any longer. Then she found a comfortable spot, as she leaned her head on Potter's shoulders. She didn't realize she was babbling random things.

"I never meant to do it…" She mumbled. "It's my entire fault that he won't talk to me anymore…"

Alex groaned as she sat up, her hand clutching her head. Merlin, it hurts so much. She heard faint puking from the bathroom on the side indicating the Greengrass heiress has already woken up and puking it all out.

"Fuck. Hangover." Alex went to her trunk and reached for a red wand with a glass orb on the tip. "…Hangover is such a bitch, make it all go away!" The tip glowed yellow and the pain in her head was gone. The puking from the bathroom was halted and the only thing she heard was the rush of the water from the faucet.

The door swung open, revealing a very dark circled eyed Daphne. "Thanks, Alex. I needed that." Daphne plopped onto her bed.

Alex did too, she was really sleepy. She lay back on her bed and closed her eyes.

"Alex, I know this disgusts you but…" Daphne closed her eyes. "Draco and I had sex last night."

The sleepy girl didn't understand why Daphne was telling her this. She already knew that they were in a really intimate relationship, unless… Alex cracks one eye and inquired, "Did Draco use the Protection spell?"

Daphne let out a deep sigh. "I don't know, Alex. We were really pissed last night."

"Merlin, Daph!" Alex opened her eyes, sat up and stared at her best friend. "This could get us out our—"

"I don't want to be pregnant Alex. I'm… I'm not ready yet." She mumbled quietly. "And you know how Draco is all stressed out with all the Death Eaters thing. You know how his father is." Daphne shudders when a memory came into her head of that one time. She remembered the icy glare she received from Malfoy Sr. when Draco had introduced her as his girlfriend.

Alex clicked her tongue, and then moved to her best friend's bed and sat on the side. "Look, Draco will support you no matter what. Who cares about Lucius? C'mon, let's go to sleep and we'll ponder over this tomorrow or something."

Daphne chuckled and nodded. "Good thing we have Defense Against the Dark Arts first thing tomorrow."

Alex went back to her bed. "Yeah." And she laid there with her eyes closed.

She drifted to different thoughts in her mind, until she stumbled into one. She thought hard about what she had done last night while drunk. Then a flash of Potter's face appeared in her mind.

Oh god. Did she go to the Astronomy Tower pissed?

Alex closes her eyes. She tried to remember but only remember Potter catching her and that's it.

And now all she can think off what happen with her and Potter last night and how the hell did she get here?

Hmm... Next chapter ; He gets caught. Jealousy. Duel with Russo.

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