I'd never liked anyone the way i liked Draco before. I'd never even had a boyfriend before, because everyone thought i was weird. That's what i loved about Hogwarts, i could feel and be normal here. Anyway, even though i'd never felt the need to use it, i did have knowledge about relationships that had been passed down from my mother. I always cringed at those surprise moments when she suddenly started going on about 'never give in to quickly' or 'don't let them get anywhere on the first night' which, most of the time, occured at random points about the house. Such as, i would be putting clothes in the airing cupboard, and she'd suddenly appear round the door, quote some wisdom then disappear again. It was very annoying. But now, i could thank my mother in my head, as i remembered one thing she'd said that i could use now, 'don't let them win, make them work for it. they sort of enjoy it,and it shows them who's boss.' Perfect.
'Would you kindly put me down, Mister Malfoy?' i said, in the sweetest voice i could produce. I gave him a little smile, and he smiled back.
'Why of course, Miss Pendragon.' he said, lowering me to the floor. He bowed to me and when he stood up, he had a satisfied smirk on his face, as he offered me his hand. I smiled back at him, and in my head i thought to myself, here we go.
'Thank you. Now, if you don't mind, I need to inform my partner that we must leave for the dance.' i said, turning on my heel and heading back towards the mass of boys, still crowded around Belinda. As i turned, i saw Draco's smile disappear, and anger flood his features.
'Partner? Who?' he growled, glaring at each boy as if they'd done something wrong. I disappeared into the crowd, and whispered politely to Belinda that we probably ought to leave now.
'I think your job is done, Belinda, let's go!' i said. I smiled, as i heard grunts and complaints from the boys behind me, as Draco shoved his way through them. I once again linked my arm in Belinda's, and hauled her from the sofa.
'Keep them wanting more, remember' i whispered, and she got the message, holding her head up high and strutting along side me. We passed Draco, whos face was a picture, and we continued out of the common room and towards the party. We strolled down the corridor, and, after a few seconds, we heard the thunder of feet as the boys all piled out of the common room after us.
The hall looked fantastic. The party was being held in a smaller version of the Great Hall, in the east wing of the castle, and it was full of students, all kitted out in costumes. The room itself was covered in decorations, with black paper bats floating above our heads and huge pumkins hanging from the ceiling. We stopped for a moment, caught in the effect, then continued over to the refreshments table.
'Want a drink?' i enquired, pouring myself a glass of pumpkin juice. Belinda didn't seem to be listening. She was leaning against the table bitting her thumb nail, a smile on her face, transfixed on the hoard of boys that had just entered the room, particularly on a certain Malfoy. I sighed, poured her a drink and wedged it into one of her hands. She barely noticed, and subconciously took sips every now and then. Draco's head kept whipping around, as he attempted to find us. When he finally spotted where we were, i was ready. As he approached, i took Belinda's drink from her hand, and leaned into her ear.
'You want to dance with him, don't you?' i whispered. She looked at me with those wide eyes again, a huge smile on her face, so i took that as a yes. 'Well, i'll help you, ok? cause that's what friends are for, right?' i continued, smiling. She nodded happily. Perfect, i thought. He walked up to us, and bowed slightly, offering his hand once more. I grabbed Belinda's and placed it on his, before i quickly escaped into the large crowd. I peered around a couple who were very plainly snogging in front of me, and saw Draco look up into the olive-brown eyes of Belinda. He frantically looked around, but she had his hand now and began to pull him onto the dance floor. He spotted me as he followed, but i simply smiled and waggled my fingers at him, as i slipped back into the crowd. I got into the swing of things and danced with a few friends i came across, even the occasional boy, which was a weird sensation. Then a slow and boring song came on, so i wandered off into the crowd, intending on making my way back towards the drinks. I'd taken my hair down by this time, it was getting rather painful, as i wasn't used to it being up. Suddenly, a hand lightly glided across my shoulders. I froze for a second and then spun around, once again, all bravado gone. There wasn't anyone behind me, just a dozen couples slow dancing. I decided it must have been someone messing about, so i turned back towards my original destination. Only to bump straight into the Prince. I gasped, then remembered that i was supposed to be 'playing hard to get', and so i smiled, trying to breeze past him. But he caught my hand, pulling me backwards into his chest, his arms then slipping around my waist.
'Mind if i have this dance?' he asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. I had no other option, so i simply rolled my eyes and sighed, in an effort at being casual. But i couldn't control my once again thumping heart, which began pounding against my ribcage. I once more breathed in the vanilla and peppermint scent, and i had to snap my eyes shut, before i unwilling stared into the swirling grey that stayed intently on me. Once i opened them again, his face was so close to mine that i had to resist the urge to lean in that little bit further so that our lips were touching. Just as all of my energy left my body, and i was about to give in, the song suddenly changed to something a lot more up-beat. The room sprang to life, and everybody started jumping about. Goyle appeared out of nowhere, and pulled Draco away from me, trying to get him to dance properly. I took this chance, and slipped away once more. By the time an angry Prince looked back to where i had been standing, i had snuck out of the hall and was hurrying back to the common room.