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Authors note: I like this chapter, I like Pansy. It's short and sweet. Also, no list needed for this one (I think, comment if you guys do need one its an easy fix)! Thanks!
Warning: Implications of homosexuality (but if that alarms you, you may want to stop reading since my intention is to more than imply in later chapters), and drunkenness, and awkward teenage dynamics.
Pansy grabbed at Theo's arm, staggering a bit as she dragged both him and Daphne along, in search of Blaise and Draco, who had disappeared some time ago. She was not as drunk as the rest of them, and was a little worried that they were dying of alcohol poisoning somewhere in this frigid, decrepit, run down manor.
She made her way through the old dining room, down the servants hall, and down the stairs towards the cellars. There was a suspicious puddle, though at least not vomit, at the bottom of the stairs, and a drunken giggle sounded from the liquor cellar.
"Chaos? Are mommy and daddy having a moment?" She asked mockingly, shoving Theo and Daphne through the door, depositing against the wall and smiling as she saw her friends. Blaise looked a little flushed, and Draco was laying on the floor, clothes twisted about. She arched an eyebrow at Blaise, who didn't look at her, and seemed suspiciously focused on not meeting her gaze for a drunk person.
Theo crawled over and tried to snag Draco's bottle of sherry, and Draco rolled away, curling protectively around his bottle. Theo flopped, flailing an arm over Draco's body, whining. Daphne laughed, not as drunk as the two boys, and threw her empty goblet at Theo, frowning at him for a moment before giggling again.
"Come on, mother dearest, lets get these back to bed, and leave the alcohol behind before anybody dies?" She knew her voice was a bit more severe than it needed to be, but her and Blaise had a prickly, though die hard friendship with a harsh, Draco-centric dynamic.
Blaise rolled his eyes at her over protective snarky-ness, but leaned down. He threw Draco over his shoulder, and Draco let himself be manhandled, though he did cling to his sherry. Blaise then, with his free hand, hauled Theo to his feet, and helped him along, leaving Pansy to herd Daphne along back towards the lairs, calmly disentangling her friends fingers from the bottles she tried to snag.
Pansy sighed, and once they were back to the lair, nudged Blaise, jerking her head back towards the main entrance. They had to get the others out of sight, but she hadn't seen Blaise and Draco so genuinely happy and relaxed since they'd run from Hogwarts, so she had allowed this to get way out of hand. What if the death eaters showed up? Not everyone had the dedication to the cause Draco had, for example, she couldn't do it, couldn't just up and refer to her friends her lifetime friends as new code names, she couldn't let go.
And also, Draco and Blaise had a lot of blood on their hands, and sometimes she would worry herself sick about the revenge that might be taken on them from either side.
They herded the drunken band of rogue students down though getting them into the right beds was anyone's guess. Some of them had built up bunks over other beds in the original lairs, some had just crammed more mattresses in, and two Gryffindors had even set up odd hammocks made out of priceless tapestries. There was no way she and Blaise could get Finnegan and Thomas into their hammocks, or figure out who lived where, so they mostly just piled them on whatever mattress space was available. Pansy curled up between Millie and Daphne, forgetting to check on Draco.