Chapter 9
Party Time!
"Be good whilst we're gone, Draco," Narcissa placed her hands firmly on her son's shoulders, before giving him a hug and a kiss, "we shouldn't be long, a few hours at most."
Draco mumbled something into his mother's shoulder, whilst rolling his eyes when neither of his parents could see.
The minute they were gone and Malfoy Manor was empty but for himself and the House Elves, Draco snapped his fingers. A small elf appeared and bowed so low its nose scraped the ground ever so slightly.
"Master Draco sent for Mally?" it squeaked.
"Yes, prepare food and alcohol," Draco ordered, "lots of it. Get the other House Elves to bring it up, and then I want all of you to stay out of sight for the next few hours. Don't come out until I tell you."
The Elf bowed again and Apparated away.
Draco went upstairs and locked all the doors to all the private rooms, his mother and father's room, the rooms used by other Death Eaters, rooms for meetings, his Aunt's room...Oh, God, what would happen if she came in and there was someone in her room? It didn't bear thinking about, so he locked it too, tempted to put a sign on the door reading "Danger, Stay Out".
Then, he went to his own room and locked his wand in a box, which he hid under his bed. He didn't like leaving it, but it couldn't be helped.
He took a mobile phone from his pocket and dialled in a number. He held it to his ear.
"Hello? Hey, Matt," he greeted someone the other end, "listen, my parents are out tonight, so I have the Manor to myself. Get everyone together and come over, I've got food, drink...yeah, yeah, bring as much as you want, we can get wasted. Alright, see you soon."
In about twenty minutes, a large crowd of people were gathered at the gates to Malfoy Manor, all of them screaming and shouting and quite a few drunk. Draco opened the gates for them and they rushed inside.
Draco greeted his friends – which made up a small minority of people he could actually see. It seemed Matt had invited people, who had invited people, who had invited people and so on and so forth.
They all went inside, where it was like a rave on a good night in Ibiza. People were dancing, drinking, doing both at the same time...people were even dancing on the tables!
An hour or so later, Draco sat doing shots, a girl either side of him and one on his lap. Matt had collapsed onto the floor, bizarrely proclaiming his love for bacon.
"Come on, Matt, get up..." Draco nudged his friend with his foot, causing Matt to squirm and groan, "you can have bacon later. Now...we drink!"
"Why should we drunk if you're already drink?" Matt sat up, swaying.
"'Cause...uh..." Draco blinked, willing his mind to remember, "it's fun?"
Matt slapped himself on the thigh, grinning inanely, "That's a terrific reason!"
Two giggling girls entered the room.
"Draco..." they crooned, "your parents are here..."
Oh, no. Draco shot out of his seat, launching the girl in his lap onto the floor.
He staggered to the door, where his parents were stood there, looks of horror and disgust on their faces.
"Hello, Mother, hello Fa...Fa...Father!" Draco greeted them, putting an arm around them both.
"The house is ruined..." Narcissa's lip wobbled.
"There are Muggles in it..." Lucius added. He sounded angry, rather than upset, "Draco Lucius Malfoy, what have you done to our house?"
"Um...I'll explain, in a little while..." Draco stumbled away from them, tripping over his own feet once or twice, before vomiting into the pot that held a bonsai tree.
Just at precisely the wrong moment – although he didn't know it – Matt wandered in, clutching a bottle of Firewhiskey in one hand, and a laughing blonde haired girl in the other.
"Draco, ease up on the shots, alright?" he patted his friend on the back, swigging from the bottle. He spotted Lucius and Narcissa, then, with all the confidence in the universe, spoke to them, "you must be Draco's parents. Nice to meet you and all that stuff, but where do you get this whiskey?"