Chapter 2: Of teddy bears and firewhiskey

I let out a contented sigh as I lay down in my perfect bed as soon as I got into the dorm, Liv doing the same beside me.

"Oh, sweet pillow of mine, I missed you so so much." She let out, smiling her lazy smile.

We were proud owners of the only two-person dorm in all of Slytherin House, probably even in Hogwarts. And thanks to who did we have this room? Me, of course.

Around the middle of first year, the snotty girls we called dorm mates decided that my nightmares weren't lettinng them sleep (I'd like to see them dealing with nightmares every single night of their life), so they went and complained to Professor Brams, Head of the Slytherin house and Charms teacher. So after lots of considering, she finally let Liv and I share an empty dorm, and she even let us decorate it ourselves, which we did brilliantly, if I do say so myself.

Liv soon mastered the art of sleeping deeply, so that she wouldn't be woken up, and it worked perfectly.

Conclusion: us two awesome bitches got a dorm for ourselves, while our ex-roommates had to share. Sweet revenge.

I closed my eyes. I was exhausted. Beside me, Liv moved slightly.

"You better not be falling asleep, darling. You and I, we've got things to do."

I cracked one eye open. "What exactly are you talking about?"

"Okay, so first we unpack a bit, and then it's dresses, hair, make-up, and party" She had her signature mischevious smile on her face, and glint in her eye. I wasn't escaping this.

"Party? What party?"

"Start of the year party, duh. Now let's do this."

"I really just want to sleep right now, Livvy."

"Well, you shouldn't have chosen me as your best friend, then. Plus, you're staying up all night. It's your birthday."

I sat up, my mood suddenly changed. "Well if we're doing this, we're doing it proper. Find me the sluttiest dress in your trunk."

"Now that's the spirit. You are a bitch, so you must dress accordingly."

-o0o-

And that's how, an hour later, I was wearing the shortest dress you have ever seen. The she-devil had let me do my own make-up, so that was good, but my hair was in a complicated knot that gave me headache just to think about. And believe me, I had tried to resist, but she had threatened to throw my teddy bear into the lake!

Yes, I have a teddy bear. Yes, I am so original that I called him Teddy. No, I am not childlish.

Anyways, we soon got to the Room of Requirement. Of course, most students didn't know what it actually did because: a) they didn't read history books (I didn't either. Let's face it, BORIINGG) and b) they didn't go exploring in the middle of the night. Why someone would not explore in a place like Hogwarts is beyond my comprehension.

As a result, most people though that this was just a party room, and that its door appeared conveniently every time there was a party. Oh innocent (and stupid) people.

Mon and I stepped into the room, and I looked around. On one side: the bitches. Looking around and eye fucking each and every guy they could see. They were swaying their hips to the music in what was supposed to be a sexy way. I pitied them.

On the far end: the drink table. Surrounded by people who were trying to forget their worries, or to just get piss drunk for the fun of it. It's always hard to tell.

Scattered around, were the already drunk, talking to the walls or professing their love for everyone around them.

And finally, in the middle of the room: the dancers. Some knew what they were doing. Most didn't. But still, they were dancing, and I desperately needed to join them.

But first, to the drink table.

I headed straight towards it, Mon close behind me (she was never one to say no to a drink), but of course, someone had to interrupt my quest for alcohol. Natalia Vittori.

She was one of our ex-roomies. And she hated me. Yayy.

"Malfoy. What are you doing here?"

"I'm hunting unicorns, of course."

She narrowed her eyes "dangerously" (ha, no one can scare me) "You're so funny. But tell me, how did you stuff your big fat ass into that dress?"

And there it goes again. The word. She knew that was my soft spot. She knew it. And I knew she said it to hurt me. But that doesn't mean it isn't true, does it?

Fat

Fat

Fatfatfatfatfat

FAT

Shut up.

Okay, Fattie.

I had been quiet for a moment too long, I knew it. So I smiled my too-sweet smile.

"I learned how to get dressed when I was about two, but it seems you might want to revise, looks like you've forgotten the meaning of underwear." And I'm not about to give any details, but it was true. Painfully so.

"Well Malfoy, I don't think you can say anything considering how your mudblood friend is dressed."

Quick as a leopard (I'm going to start using that expression more often), I pulled out my wand, and pointed it at her, glaring. My hands were clenched and my eyes were so narrowed I could barely see, but I still spoke calmly.

"You can make fun of how Liv dresses whenever you want, although I don't think you're one to talk. But insult her, or anyone else, because of their blood in front of me again, and you're dead meat, darling."

I petrified her silently, and watched in satisfaction as she went rigid and fell. I felt Liv's hand close around my wrist, softly pulling me away. "Come on, you little badass, let's go get a drink."

Finally, we got to the drinks table, where I downed a couple glasses of firewhiskey immediately. In spite of my extreme shortness, I held my alcohol really well, so I could just drink all night. But the dancing was waiting.

Liv took my hand, and dragged me to the "dance floor", somehow managing to get us to the middle of it without dying due to lack of air. Not an easy task.

"LETS DANCE, BITCHEES" I heard Liv scream. Apparently the firewhiskey was already affecting her, or maybe it was just her party mode taking over.

I smiled, closing my eyes as I focused on the music, and feeling my body beating at the same rhythm. Little by little, I let my hips lose, my body grinding against everyone's around me.

I liked the feeling of all these people moving to the same music as me. I liked the heat and energy that we emitted. I liked the feeling of alcohol in my veins, and its taste in my mouth. Yes, dancing like a slut was definitely enjoyable.

When I eventually opened my eyes, Liv was long gone, probably shagging a random guy, and a voice could be heard advertising a drinking contest. More alcohol. Yumm.

Part of the crowd headed towards the voice, and I followed to stand in line. Soon, some Hufflepuff kid lost, and it was my turn to sit down, and face the enemy. I'm sorry to disappoint but no, I didn't know his name. I did know he was pretty big and looked like a good drinker. Hmmm, shall we call him Shots-guy? Shots-guy it is. Shotty for short. He gave me a drunken smirk, as the crowd around us yelled in unison.

"One, two... Three" I downed the first shot, not breaking eye contact with Shotty.

"One, two... THREE."

"One, two... THREE"

I swallowed shot after shot, the liquid building my throat. Eventually, he collapsed. Good, I was starting to see everything just a teeny bit blurry.

I drank some more, until I won against some other guy, but just as I was about to face a third one, Liv came over.

"Beckahhh..." She was drunk. "Come dance with me and stop with the drinking. It's borrringggg." she said, pulling me by my hand.

And thus, (I just felt like using a fancy expression) we stumbled to the dance floor once again, this time slightly more drunk than before. And once again, we were dancing.

My (only slightly) confused mind remembered Mon's earlier disappearance. So I turned to her.

"WHO DID YOU SHAG?" I had to scream to be heard over the music.

"SOME RAVENCLAW" she answered, just as loudly. "QUITE FIT TOO."

I nodded in understanding, and went back to dancing, smiling flirtatiously at some guys who were looking my way, and grinding my body closer to the person behind me. I looked up at him. Curly brown hair and blurry face. I could work with that.

I managed to wink at him and kept dancing, pressing my body against his. Soon, his hands were on my hips and turning me around to face him. I kept dancing.

When he kissed me, I put my hands to the back of his neck. He tasted like firewhiskey (no surprise there), and his hair needed combing. As his tongue darted into my mouth, I bit his bottom lip slightly, still moving my hips to the music. I could feel his hand going up by back to the top of my dress, but when he was about to unzip it, I danced away. Gone.

I kept moving, getting further away from him, and soon dancing with another guy. Repeat process. Never once did I stop dancing.

-o0o-

Eventually, I did grow tired of the blurry faces and taste of firewhiskey that every one of them seemed to share, so I had a few more drinks to give me strength, before going to the door, casting a disillusionment charm on myself (told you I was good with alcohol), and before I knew it, I was crashing into my bed.

I was back in Hogwarts.

AN: HELLOOOOOO, okay so thank you so much to everyone who has read this story, and to Bubbles23 thank you so much, and here's your update. I'm not very happy with this, but I need something to work on and yeahhh. Okay I'm awkward please don't judge me. MY POINT IS thank you for reading if you review you're awesome and I will love you forever and yayyyy. So yeah, byeee