( p - a - r - t - y )
He was just like his grandfather; reckless, wild, and prankster extraordinaire. Those late night parties in the common room was his favorite place to be. It took the stress of being the Chosen One's son off his shoulders, even if for only those few hours. A swing of firewhiskey here, a cheesy pick-up line there. Drunken fumbles and snogging by the entrance of the boy's dormitory. A few whispered words, giggles, and leading the lucky girl up to his dorm room. He didn't feel any regret over whispering those false words to a different girl almost every night. It was what they wanted to hear, "I love you." They didn't care if it wasn't meant. It made them feel wanted, even if for only those few hours that they lay in his arms. A few hours of happiness was what they all wanted; every single one of them.
For Aiiimy's drabble challenge over of the HPFC forum.
prompt: party
disclaimer: if you recognize it, it probably doesn't belong to me.
word count: 191