Chapter 2: Midnight
Summary: Harry's sick of it, and Draco shows his true colors.
Midnight
I'm drunk
I don't give a fuck
Harry felt pleasantly buzzed as he danced. He was alone and that was how he preferred it. As he let the beat take over his body, he felt someone grab him around the waist, and rolled his eyes.
Wanna dance
by myself
Guess you're outta luck
don't touch
Back up
I'm not the one
Buh bye
Harry turned around and pushed Draco off of him. "Listen. I'm not interested, 'Kay? I want to dance ALONE. You aren't what I want and nothing you say can change that. So leave me alone."
Draco rolled his eyes and walked over to Crabbe and Goyle, who were slouched beside the bar, watching him like a hawk.
Listen up it's just not happening
you can say what you want to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight
Aiight
Harry looked over at them, and Draco whispered something to Crabbe and Goyle. They both started up with guffaws, which seemed forced." Harry smiled, "Looks like they finally are catching on that he's such a twit.
Harry walked back over to the bar, and Ginny slid into the seat beside him. "Ya know you could just kick Malfoy's arse."
Harry gave her a look. "No. I'm not going to stoop to his level. I'm going to leave. And ya know what? It will just be him and his hand tonight."
A/N: I know, this story sucked. And it's probably cliched, but I didn't want to leave it unfinished. So, yeah. SUCK IT.
Ginny raised her eyebrows, and then her eyes went wide when she figured out what he meant. "Ah. Okay. Um, I'll see ya back at the castle."
Harry paid for his drinks and left. Draco's eyes followed him out, but the rest of him didn't.