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🎉 Party For Two 🎉

🐍DRACO MALFOY X RAVENCLAW READER ONESHOT🐍

You've always heard that Slytherins throw the best parties, but you've never actually attended one... Until tonight. When you and a certain arrogant blonde lock eyes across the room, will sparks fly? Or will it be merely a passing thing...?

• fluff; language; adult themes (drinking, implied smoking, light NSFW)

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Your heart beats nervously in your chest as you walk down the corridor, the air getting a bit more chilled the further down you walk. You've never been to this part of the castle before, but you've always found yourself a bit curious. After all, it's not every day that the Slytherins invite a Ravenclaw to their house. You've always heard that they throw great parties, but you've never actually attended one.

Well, at least not until tonight, that is. How exactly did you find yourself in this situation? It had happened rather quickly, after Potions class. One of the Slytherin girls you had become quite friendly with, Pansy Parkinson, had discreetly slipped you a bit of parchment containing an invitation to one of their parties, on the way out of class.

Her coy smile and flirty little wink had been more than enough to convince you that no, you in fact were not going nuts, she actually had just invited you to a Slytherin party. So now you find yourself standing outside the rather ordinary looking stone wall, behind which was concealed the Slytherin Common Room.

Taking a deep breath, you throw a glance over your shoulder to make sure you weren't followed, before muttering the password in a quiet half-whisper. "Pureblood..."

In response, the stone wall comes to life, the bricks seeming to shift and warp into a solid black door, which you tug open, slipping inside. Almost immediately, the sound of heavy, thumping bass music greets your ears, intermixed with the loud chatter of students who have full intentions of staying up long past their curfew.

A hesitant little smile flits across your face as you take a few steps further into the room, your eyes searching for a familiar face. A relieved sigh slips from your lips as Pansy comes bounding up to you, a wide grin on her pretty face. "You made it! Nice of you to show your face, little Ravenclaw!" she shouts over the music, reaching out to grab your hand, tugging you further into the room.

Your eyes widen as you take it all in, your heart pounding in your chest, the beats almost similar to that of the music filling the room. Now you finally understand it, why everyone says the Slytherins throw the best parties. The whole room is bathed in a green light, faint shadows flickering on the walls.

You could swear you see fog or mist of some kind clouding the room, though whether from Muggle fog machines or someone's simple spell, you're not entirely sure. Most of the tables have been moved aside, though the few that remain in the center of the room are littered with bottles of alcohol that you're pretty sure have been illegally smuggled into the school.

In the distance, positioned against one of the far walls, Blaise sits behind what looks like a Muggle's DJ booth, but again, you can't be sure. He happens to lock eyes with you as Pansy leads you further into the room, and he gives you a welcoming nod, accompanied by a light smile. You nod back, too stunned to say anything.

You're still trying to take in all of your surroundings. Overall, the whole effect is... Eerily well done. It definitely gives off the whole party, "let's get drunk and dance til 2am" vibes. Pansy leads you over to one of the tables that have been turned into a makeshift bar, gesturing at the bottles there. "Name your poison, Y/N!" she calls over the music.

You tug your hand free from hers, shaking your head at her. You have no intention of getting drunk tonight, let alone tipsy. Then again, it is the weekend... No, no. Absolutely not. Pansy gives you a look of disbelief, a slight pout forming on her lips. "Oh, come on, little Ravenclaw! Let go and have some fun tonight!" she calls out, reaching for a bottle of what looks like Firewhisky.

Before you can protest, she's already pouring you a glass, handing you the cup. Ha... Solo cup. In bright green. You can't help thinking it's a nice touch, albeit if a little pointless. As you turn to try and protest again, your words die out in your throat. Pansy's already gone, headed back towards where Blaise is at. Well, this is just great.... If only there were a few more familiar, comforting faces here...

As you scan the crowd, you spot a familiar blonde leaning against one of the tables, his cold gaze fixed on the center of the room as he watches everyone else. A cup similar to yours is held in his ring-clad fingers, and a look of boredom sits upon the boy's face. Your heart flutters in your chest as you continue to watch him. Draco... Draco Malfoy...

Almost like your thoughts have caught his attention, he turns his head a little to the left, his gaze meeting yours in an instant. He appears to do a double-take, before one perfect dark brow raises as he continues to stare back at you from across the room. With a nervous half-smile, you quickly avert your gaze, suddenly wishing you could be anywhere but here, right now.

You'd seen Draco Malfoy around the school plenty of times, and while you definitely thought he was pretty cute, you knew that there was absolutely no chance that anything would ever happen between you and the Slytherin boy. It just wasn't done; you were a Ravenclaw, and a Half-Blood, at that. And he... Well, he was a Pureblood, untouchable by practically everyone at the school.

Not even Potter and his little Gryffindor friends could get in good with the blonde boy. Though you had a feeling they wouldn't want to, anyway. In your short few months here as a sixth-year, you had managed to deduce a few things about Draco: he was terribly arrogant, snarky and sarcastic at the best of times, (though carefree and laid-back with his friends), and above all... Hopelessly and undeniably attractive beyond measure.

And it's then you realize with a start that you are, in fact, very much attracted to the Slytherin boy. "What, no! This can't happen?!" you say to yourself, a little confused and slightly outraged. You cannot be falling for Draco Malfoy, of all people. It just couldn't happen... No, not a chance. "Talking to ourselves, are we? That's not a good sign." a familiar voice says, his tone laced with a bit of that signature snarkiness.

Immediately, your gaze flashes up to meet the mercurial eyes of the very boy you were just thinking about. A slight smirk turns up one corner of his mouth, as he raises that green cup up to those perfect rosebud lips, taking a sip of whatever's in the cup. With another smirk, he tilts his head to the side a little, regarding you with a look of equal parts curiosity and amusement.

"So she really did it, then. Our dear Pansy actually invited a Ravenclaw. I'll be honest, I didn't think you'd show up, Y/L/N." he says, an arrogant grin on his face. Oh, this smug little shit...!

You roll your eyes at him, gazing down at your cup. The untouched Firewhisky still sits there, practically begging you to drown your pettiness in it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt, just a little bit... Might give you some liquid courage, to tell Draco what you really think of him. As you go to take a sip, Draco's next words nearly make you choke on your drink.

"Though I have to admit, it is nice to see a new face, other than some of these losers, here. Half of them only showed up because they heard there would be alcohol, not because of who's actually hosting the party." he says. You swallow hard, the alcohol burning on the way down. "And who would that be?" you ask, though you have a feeling you already know the answer to that one.

Draco raises a brow at you, shaking his head in amusement. "And here all you Ravenclaws are supposed to be smart." he says sarcastically. Your heart sinks, and with a brief glare at him, you turn away from Draco, wanting to find Pansy, Blaise, anyone but that blonde git.

Before you can even take one step, a hand grabs ahold of yours, tugging you backwards. "Wait, I'm sorry. That was rude, I know. I just..." the words die out in his throat, as Draco stares down at you. With a sigh, you tug your hand from his, giving him a warning look. He raises one hand in a sign of peace, the green lighting glinting off the ring on his finger.

"Look, it's just... I find you intimidating." Draco suddenly confesses, but his voice is barely audible as a new song starts, the music drowning out his words a little. "What?" you call out, leaning forward a bit. He rolls his eyes at you, taking a step towards you and leaning down so you can hear him better. "I said, I find you intimidating." he repeats, the words much clearer now.

Your eyes widen as you look up at him, seeing yourself reflected in those blue-grey eyes of his. You don't look the least bit intimidating, at least not in your own opinion. Seeing the look on your face, Draco sighs again, running a hand through his ice-blonde locks. "You heard me. You're one of the smartest ones in our classes, other than Granger and myself, obviously. It's unnerving." he calls out.

"You and all the other little Ravenclaws, you lot are irritatingly smart. But you, you're different. You're... You're cute, too. It's infuriating, really." Draco continues. Your mouth nearly drops open in shock; did Draco Malfoy seriously just call you cute?? How are you even supposed to answer that one?? You take another sip from your cup, though the alcohol doesn't burn quite as much on the way down this time.

With a sigh, you raise one eyebrow at Draco. "What, and you're not equally as infuriating?" you call out over the loud music. The blonde boy laughs, a very unexpected reaction to your question. "Darling, I already know I'm infuriating!" he shouts back. Leaning closer, he gives you a wink, before continuing with "But at least now I know you think about me."

This slick git, he thinks he's so damn funny. You open your mouth to tell him what exactly you think of him, but before the words can come out, one of the other Slytherin students lazily approaches you and Draco, a sly grin on his face. As he gets closer, you recognize the boy: Theodore Nott. He was one of the few who occasionally hung around with Draco's crew, a rather skinny boy who was much more laid-back than the people he hung out with.

With another grin, this time directed towards you, he reaches into the back pocket of his trousers, producing a rather worn-looking pack of cigarettes. He offers the carton to you, giving you a wink, but before you can say anything, Draco reaches out, swiftly yanking the pack from Theo's hands. "Don't you dare, she doesn't need those!" he hisses, his blue-grey eyes flashing with a sudden spark of anger.

Theo shrugs, before reaching for the pack of cigarettes, but Draco holds it out of his reach, shaking his head at the boy. "I mean it, Nott. You keep these away from my girl!" he calls out over the music, before returning the cigarettes to the boy. As Theo wanders off in the opposite direction, Draco's words suddenly sink in, making your eyes widen. "My girl". Either this boy has accidentally slipped up, or he actually meant what he said...

"Your girl, huh?" you call out, taking another sip of Firewhisky. Draco rolls his eyes at you, before taking a drink from his own cup. "Shut it, Ravenclaw." he scoffs. You shrug, though you're unable to keep from smirking to yourself. It doesn't go unnoticed by Draco, however. The blonde Slytherin raises a brow at you as he stands there, leaning against one of the tables.

"Are all you Ravenclaws this cheeky? I mean, is there like, a guidebook you all read together? 'How To Be A Smartass, For Dummies'?" Draco asks. Your smirk grows wider as you take another drink, before giving him a light shrug. "I could ask you the same thing. Are all you Slytherins this snarky, or is it just you? Bet you have a user's manual, too." you retort.

To your surprise, Draco looks away towards the center of the room, not answering you for a moment, though you could swear you see him fighting back a smile. When he finally does answer you, there's a hint of playfulness in his tone. "Wow, we're vicious today, aren't we, little Ravenclaw?" he asks. "So uptight, no wonder you lot have no time for fun. You're too busy reading that guidebook, aren't you?" he continues, teasing you a little.

Your cheeks flame pink in a mix of slight embarrassment and outrage. "Shut up, I can let go and have fun whenever I want to!" you shout over the music. Draco laughs, shaking his head at you. "Prove it!" he calls back. You look him straight in the eyes as you down the rest of your drink like a shot, before discarding the empty cup on the table with all the others.

"There, satisfied?" you ask. Draco's jaw tenses, as he sets his cup aside. "No. Come here." he answers, reaching out and grabbing you by the hand, leading you into the center of the room. Dozens of other students, some from Slytherin house and a few others from your own house, are dancing through what you can only assume is a drug and alcohol-fueled haze.

Somewhere in the crowd, you can see Pansy dancing with one of the female Slytherin students, a flirty little smirk on her face. Her eyes meet yours for a moment, and she glances between you and Draco, before giving you a subtle wink and a nod, almost like you've gained her approval. Your cheeks flush a faint pink, and Draco's light laugh recaptures your attention. "She's something else, isn't she, little Ravenclaw?" he asks loudly over the music.

You nod, a bit too embarassed to say anything. That is, until Draco reaches for your other hand, pulling you closer to him. "Wait, what are-?" you start to ask, but he silences you with a shake of his head. "Hush. You think too much, honestly. Just let go, have fun for once. Is that really so difficult?" he asks, raising a brow at you.

Any protests die out in your throat as you stare up into those ocean eyes. Draco gives you a pointed look, before giving your hands a light, seemingly reassuring squeeze. "Y/N. It's alright, really. Trust me, you need this. You'll thank me later." he says. Your heart flutters a little in your chest; this is the first time you think you've ever heard him actually call you by your first name.

It's... Different, nice, comforting. Definitely unexpected, to say the least. With a sigh, you try your hardest to just do as Draco says: relax, let loose, have fun. And by some unspoken miracle, it actually works. Within seconds, you and Draco are dancing just like everyone else, and you find yourself actually starting to have a good time.

As much as you don't want to admit it to yourself, Draco was right. You did need this. One night to just relax, let go of all your worries, and have some fun, curfew and rules be damned. As you dance, your eyes meet Pansy's again, and she grins, mouthing "Way to go, Y/N!" at you.

Draco's scoff sounds from behind you, though you can tell his heart's not really in it, he's not really trying to come across as mean, not this time. "Honestly. Remind me to say something to her later tonight. Or tomorrow." he calls over the loud music. You laugh, turning around to face him, staring up at him.

"Oh, let her have her fun! She's probably just glad that she was even able to get me to come out here, in the first place!" you call back, grinning. Draco rolls his eyes at you, but the faint beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. One of his hands grabs ahold of yours again, his fingers intertwining with yours, the metal of his ring cool against your skin.

You nod down at the jewelry, your gaze curious. "I meant to ask, is that something all you Slytherins wear? Or is it just you?" you ask. Draco glances down at the ring for a second, before smirking. "Only a select few of us have one. Tough luck, Y/N, if only you'd been put in Slytherin!" he teases you. You stick your tongue out at him, and he laughs, unable to keep the grin off his face now.

"And they say we're mean!" he calls out, teasing you some more. You blush, and he laughs again. "I'm only kidding. Though I still stand by what I said before, you're a vicious little thing, aren't you?" Draco says, winking down at you. You shrug, trying not to smile. This is the side of Draco that you've only ever seen when he's with his friends, the more carefree, easygoing version of Draco.

It's oddly comforting (if a tad bit unbelievable) that he's showing this side of himself with you. Any other time, you're sure the two of you would have been at each other's throats. Maybe all it took was one good party to set aside a few differences...

"Sickle for your thoughts, darling?" Draco's voice pulls you from your inner musings, and you look up at him with a startled, nervous half-smile. "It's just... I think it's kind of funny. You're never like this unless you're with your friends." you admit. "Like what?" Draco asks, his brows furrowing a little in confusion. You shrug, gazing up at him. "Like... I don't know, soft. Kind. Easy to talk to." you confess.

Draco almost looks taken aback for a moment, as he stares down at you. Then, a hint of a smile flits across his face. "You and everyone else really don't think much of me, do you?" he says, amused. Your cheeks flame pink in embarrassment, and Draco laughs, running his free hand through his hair.

"No, it's okay. I get it. Parkinson and Zabini have kind of told me before, that I come across as... Well, as kind of a bully. Trust me, I don't want to be. But if anyone ever found out..." his voice trails off at the end. "What, that the attractive Slytherin boy has a secret heart of gold?" you tease him. He raises both brows at you, smirking now. "You think I'm attractive?" he asks. You roll your eyes at him, trying not to laugh.

"You're missing the point-" you start, but he shakes his head at you, grinning. "No, I got your point. And I'm flattered, really. Seems you and only a few others actually think that highly of me." he answers. Your smile fades into a frown, and you suddenly find yourself feeling a little sorry for the boy. Seeing the look on your face, Draco reaches down, tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear.

"Hey, none of that now, darling. Where's that pretty smile from earlier, that sharp wit of yours?" he says. You shake your head at him, a sigh slipping from between your lips. "No, it's just... Now I feel kind of bad for you. Everybody talks mad shit about you, but if they only got to know you, the real you..." your voice fades, the words getting drowned out by the loud music and the chatter of other students.

Draco gently strokes the side of your face with his thumb, a wry little smile on his face. "Don't feel sorry for me, Y/N. I don't want your pity. I just want to see you smile again, I don't want your night ruined. Tch, enough of this. Come on, tonight's not a night to get all sappy with our feelings." he says, giving your hand a firm squeeze.

With that, the two of you go back to dancing just like everyone else, any further conversations slowly being discarded and forgotten as you both try to let loose and have fun. You glance around you, noticing more of the students leaving the area, disappearing off to Merlin-knows-where, most likely to do things they'll come to regret in the morning.

From across the room, you meet Blaise's gaze, and he winks at you, giving you a sly little smile. What is he up to...? Before you can react, you feel someone tugging your hand free from Draco's, pulling you further into the crowd, away from the blonde boy. You turn around to throw a sharp remark at whoever it is, but the words die out in your throat as you see Pansy standing there, her hand in yours and a conspiratorial grin on her face.

As the next song starts, Pansy winks at you, the look on her face similar to that of the one on Blaise's face only a few moments ago. And as the lyrics begin, you suddenly realize just what it is that the two of them are up to. "You and Draco seem to be hitting it off really well!" the Slytherin girl shouts over the music. You blush, nodding. She laughs, before leaning in close, her voice at your ear.

"I think he likes you, too. But I also think I know how we can really drive him over the edge, make him want you even more." she murmurs, her words just barely audible. "Dance with me." she adds, leaning back to grin at you. Seeing the incredulous look on your face, she laughs. "Oh, come on! It'll be great, trust me. He won't be able to stay away from you after this!" she calls out, winking at you again.

You throw a glance over your shoulder at Draco; true to Pansy's words, he's watching the two of you like a hawk, a look of mixed curiosity and wariness in his eyes. Even from here, you can see his jaw tense a little. Trying rather unsuccessfully to hide your smile, you turn to face Pansy again, nodding. "Alright, but just this once!" you call out.

She grins, reaching forward to pat you on the back. "That's our girl!" she shouts, leading you a little further out into the crowd of students. "Just follow my lead!" her voice sounds at your ear again, and you nod. As the beat drops, you do exactly as Pansy has told you, following her lead damn near perfectly.

You cast another quick glance over at Draco, and you're unable to keep the smile off your face as you dance with Pansy, the two of you making it look equal parts seductive and dirty as hell. Even from here, you can see that familiar spark ignite in Draco's eyes, his jaw tensing again as he watches the two of you go at it.

One of his hands clenches into a fist, while the other reaches up to yank his black tie loose from around his neck a little. A laugh rises up from your throat, and you look over your shoulder at Pansy, grinning at her. She smirks back at you, before leaning down and doing the unexpected. Her lips meet yours in the slowest, most seductive of kisses, while her gaze is focused behind you, on Draco.

To your surprise, the whole experience isn't entirely unpleasant, and you soon find yourself kissing her back, knowing full well that Draco is most definitely watching the two of you. You can practically feel the Slytherin boy's gaze burning a hole through your very soul.

As Pansy pulls away to let you breathe, that familiar smirk comes back, making her look very much like the cat that ate the canary. You turn around to face Draco, and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud. The poor boy looks beyond pissed, though whether at you or Pansy, you haven't the faintest idea. Draco looks positively green with envy. It's rather ironic, really.

You suddenly hear Pansy's voice at your ear again, and her words just make the grin on your face get bigger. "Well, now. I think we've officially wound him up enough, don't you? He looks so damn jealous, I almost feel sorry for him!"

You nod, a laugh slipping from between your lips as you continue to stare across the room at Draco. His jaw tenses again, before he beckons you over with one finger, that spark igniting in his ocean eyes once more. Pansy laughs behind you, before giving you a light push forward. "Go on, my work here is done!" she shouts, laughing.

You shoot her a grateful smile over your shoulder as you leave, and she nods, before turning and wandering off in the opposite direction. As you approach Draco, you can see just how affected he really is by the little show you and Pansy had just put on for him. A tense sort of silence settles between the two of you, before he finally speaks.

"So. I suppose you think you're funny, do you?" he begins. His voice is dangerously calm, despite the look on his face. You swallow hard, your heart skipping a few beats in your chest, as you stare up at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Pansy and I were just-" you start, but Draco cuts you off with a shake of his head, an exasperated sigh slipping from between his lips.

"No, I get it, I know damn well what you and Parkinson were up to. Teasing me like that... Yeah, you lot are terribly funny, aren't you? Think you're so damn clever." he retorts. Then, to your surprise, he leans down so you can hear him better, his smooth voice at your ear. "Trust me, angel. You don't need to play her little games to win my approval, not when you already have it."

With that, he takes a step back, smirking down at you. Any tension from before slowly eases up as he stands there watching you. And then his words sink in: his approval. You've... You've somehow miraculously earned the Slytherin boy's approval...? A faint blush colors your cheeks as you take a step towards Draco, tentatively reaching out to place your hand in his.

And he lets you, something that seems wildly, completely out of character for the cold, cruel, untouchable boy with the heart of ice. A heart of ice that has gradually started to thaw out, but only for you. Draco reaches out to stroke the side of your face with his thumb again, like before.

"What in Merlin's name are you thinking about, angel?" he asks, his voice soft and barely able to be heard above the music. Taking a deep breath, you look him in the eyes, wanting to speak only the truth. "You." you confess, blushing again. Draco's eyes widen a fraction, before his smirk is replaced by a gentle smile, the same carefree one from earlier.

"Come on, you silly girl. Dance with me, Y/N." he says. And how could you possibly deny him, when he asks you so beautifully, so nicely? Nodding, you let him take the lead, the two of you dancing in time with the heavy bass of the music filling the Common Room.

You glance down at that ring on his finger again, and Draco laughs. "Maybe if you're extra nice to me, I'll let you borrow it, alright?" he says. Your eyes dart up to meet his, and he winks at you, a playful grin on his face. You smile back at him, a sort of comforting, peaceful kind of warmth settling deep within your chest. It was kind of funny, when you thought about it.

If anyone had told you a week ago that you would be dancing with Draco Malfoy, and flirting with him...! You would have told that person they were crazy, and to go wake up from the dream world they were living in. But now... Now it didn't really seem so impossible; maybe Draco wasn't truly as bad as people made him out to be... He couldn't be, not when he was this way with you, so nice and gentle and even a tad playful.

"Y/N, angel. Honestly, you think too much." Draco's voice sounds at your ear, pulling you back into the present. You blush, and bite your bottom lip to hold back a tiny smile. With his free hand, Draco reaches up to gently tug it free, his thumb lingering there just a little too long, brushing softly across your lip, before he places his hand lightly against the side of your face.

You lean into his touch, and that's when you see it, out of the corner of your eye: the faint dark edge of what looks like a Muggle tattoo, peeking out from the bottom of the left sleeve of his white button-down shirt. With a curious frown, you reach up with your free hand to push the sleeve of his shirt back, and Draco's hand suddenly tenses around yours. "Angel, please...." he murmurs, the music nearly drowning out his quiet plea.

Your eyes lift to meet his, and you're taken aback by how much pain you suddenly see within those blue-grey depths. Draco swallows hard, his jaw tensing just the tiniest bit as his gaze flickers to look back and forth once between his arm and your face. There's almost a silent plea hidden within the expression on his beautiful face, like he's begging you not to look, not to see what's hidden underneath the sleeve of his shirt.

"It's okay, Dray..." you whisper, before pushing the sleeve of his shirt up a little more, revealing the dark ink beneath. Your eyes widen a little as you stare down at it, at the instantly recognizable Dark Mark inked into Draco's pale, smooth skin. Pulling your other hand from his, you trace over the Mark with your fingertips, your breath hitching in your throat.

So it was true, then... What you'd once overheard Potter and his little Gryffindor friends speculating about. Draco really had become a Death Eater. But, surely he hadn't made the choice willingly...? Swallowing hard, you stare up at the boy, your heart pounding in your chest. And with one hand, you reach up to touch the side of his face, like he did yours.

"This doesn't change anything. You'll still always be the same arrogant, hopelessly attractive Slytherin that I've slowly found myself falling for tonight..." you tell him softly. You're not sure if he's heard you, but then one corner of his mouth lifts in a bit of a rueful little half-smile.

"I like the way you see me, little Ravenclaw." he murmurs, his gaze softening a bit. With that, he places his hand over yours, moving it down from his face to rest at your side, his fingers intertwining with yours. His other hand moves around to rest at your lower back, gently pulling you closer to him as a new song starts, something a little slower and sweeter.

The gesture is again, so completely out of character for him, but for once, you don't really care. You've grown quite fond of this side of Draco, within the short amount of time you've spent with him. Leaning forward, you rest your head on his shoulder, and you could swear you hear him murmur, "That's it, my darling girl..."

He pulls you a little closer to him, his thumb tracing soothing little patterns on your lower back, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, as the two of you dance in time with the music. All around you, a few of the other students have done the same thing, pairing up with one another and setting aside their differences for one evening, dancing like tomorrow will never come.

For all you know, it might well not. But that was perfectly fine. Because for one solitary evening, you had managed to actually enjoy yourself, to actually be able to let go and have some fun for once. And perhaps best of all, you had gotten to see a side of Draco that very few other people would ever get to see... The more vulnerable side of him, the playful, kind-hearted side of him.

With a sigh, you relax further into Draco's embrace, and to your surprise, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. You lift your head to stare up at him, a curious look on your face. "What was that for?" you ask. Draco shrugs, staring down at you, his mercurial eyes darkening a little.

"It's just... Well, because despite me not wanting to, I suppose I've found myself falling for you too, little Ravenclaw..." he murmurs, giving you a wry smile. You stare up at him in shock, before a tiny smile of your own slowly spreads across your face. "And here I thought you said tonight wasn't a night to get all sappy with our feelings?" you tease him in a whisper.

His smile disappears in an instant, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. "Yes, well, I take it back, okay? Don't make me get all hot and bothered like this, angel. It doesn't suit me." he mutters. You laugh, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Oh, on the contrary. I think it suits you rather well." you whisper in his ear, before pulling back to grin up at him.

His mouth twitches in a little smirk, before he suddenly leans down, kissing you gently on the mouth. The way Draco kisses you isn't like how Pansy kissed you earlier, not by any means. This is sweeter, more loving, more heartfelt. He tastes of green apples, peppermint, and Firewhisky, an almost heady combination when mixed with the scent of his cologne, which holds the faint notes of sage and cedarwood, and something a bit darker underneath.

You kiss him back, reaching up with one hand to lightly tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging softly. A hushed groan falls from his lips, and he kisses you harder, more urgently, almost like he's afraid he'll lose you at any moment. Likewise, you have the same feeling, like this is all just one big dream and at any minute, you'll wake up in your bed in the Ravenclaw girls' dormitories.

But no, it's not a dream, not at all. Draco's hand on your lower back tightens its grip a little, and he tugs your bottom lip between his teeth, biting softly. You let a quiet, breathless moan fall from your lips, and your fingers tug at his hair again. "Y/N, angel...!" Draco gasps out, before kissing you one last time. You release your grip on him, and with that, he pulls away to let the two of you catch your breath.

One look at him, and you know he's just as affected by the kiss as you are. From somewhere in the room, you can hear a few impressed whistles, but you ignore them, instead keeping your gaze fixed on the impossibly beautiful blonde boy in front of you. His cheeks are that faint pink color again, as he leans down to place one more soft kiss on your lips, before pulling back to gaze down at you.

"We just... That just-" he struggles to get the words out, and you cut him off with a nod. "I know..." you breathe. He lets out a breathless laugh, before tugging on your hand and leading you over to one of the couches in front of the fireplace. He sits down, tugging you down with him to sit on his lap, with you facing him.

"Tell me something, little Ravenclaw. Where does this leave us?" Draco asks. That word, "us", makes your heart react strangely, the beats becoming a little sporadic for a moment. With a nervous smile, you shrug. "Wherever you want it to." you answer in a whisper, staring down at him. He raises both brows at you, those ocean eyes darkening to an almost stormy grey color.

"You promise?" he whispers back, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, before letting it go. You nod, knowing full well that you truly mean it. If he in any way feels the same way about you that you now do about him, then you have a feeling things will work out perfectly. Indeed, Draco's face lights up in a soft smile, as he leans up to kiss you on the mouth again.

"And here I always thought all you Ravenclaws had a smart mouth on you. Guess I was wrong." he teases you softly. You smirk against his lips, trying not to laugh. "Oh, just you wait. We still do, you just haven't seen it, yet." you tease him back. He grins, kissing you one last time before leaning back against the couch. "There it is." he says with a wink.

You playfully swat at him, before lying down against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. Involuntarily, you let out a yawn, and Draco gently pats you on the back. "You wanna get out of here, angel? Go get some sleep? It's late, it's nearly one in the morning." he murmurs in your ear.

This is news to you; you didn't even realize just how much time had passed since you had first set foot into this party. You nod, and start to climb off Draco's lap, but he shakes his head at you, gently pushing you back down so you're lying atop him again. He then stands up, carrying you in his arms.

"Alright, let's get out of here, darling. You can spend the night in my dorm, it's far too late to try and sneak back into yours." he whispers in your ear. You nod again, suddenly too tired to say anything more. As Draco carries you towards the stairs, you notice Pansy standing over by Blaise again. She looks up then, her gaze meeting yours, and a light smile flits across her face.

She gives you a parting wave, and Blaise nods at you, a smile on his face too, as he also waves at you. You weakly lift one of your hands in a failed attempt at a wave, as Draco carries you up the stairs, towards his dorm. Halfway up the stairs, you let out another yawn.

Draco laughs softly as he walks down the short hallway, stopping in front of a thick wooden door. With one hand, he reaches out to open the door, before stepping into the room and closing it behind him. Almost instantly, the sound of the still-ongoing party downstairs is cut off, leaving you and Draco in a comfortable silence.

He sets you down gently on his bed, a fairly large four-poster adorned with satin sheets in the most lovely shade of dark green, and slowly strides over to the wardrobe by the window, opening one of the doors and taking something out of it. A moment later, he returns to stand in front of you, holding out one of his T-shirts.

"Here. You can borrow this, I promise it'll be more comfortable than what you've got on right now. My private bathroom is just through there." he says, gesturing towards a darkened doorway to the right of the room. You nod sleepily, taking the shirt and slowly making your way into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

As you get undressed and tug Draco's shirt on over your head, a sleepy little smile turns up one corner of your mouth. You glance at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, noting how Draco's shirt is just a tad too big for you, and your smile grows a little wider. Retrieving your dress from the floor, you turn out the bathroom light, exiting the room.

Draco is standing there by the wardrobe again, now wearing nothing but a pair of dark green boxers. He's facing away from you, but he turns around when he hears your footsteps. Your breath nearly hitches in your throat as you stand there, staring at him in awe. He's rather pretty to look at, all toned abs and muscles that look like they might've been sculpted by the gods.

He smirks when he catches you staring at him, and a faint blush colors his cheeks. "Don't look at me like that, angel." he murmurs, embarassed. You blush, before holding up your dress. "Sorry, you're just... You're something else. Um... Where should I...?" you start, trailing off at the end.

Draco nods towards the floor by the wardrobe, as he tugs a shirt on over his head. "You can just leave it there. We'll figure something out tomorrow morning. For now... Let's get our pretty girl to bed, yeah?" he says softly, taking a step towards you. You nod, another yawn slipping unbidden from your mouth.

With the gentlest of touches, Draco picks you up, carrying you over to the bed and setting you down. After climbing in beside you, he leans over to put out the bedside light, leaving the two of you in complete darkness. You can feel him hesitantly scoot closer to you, wrapping an arm around you and holding you close to him. "Is this alright?" he whispers.

Too tired to say anything, you simply place your hand over his, letting his fingers entangle themselves with yours. In response, Draco presses a soft kiss to the back of your head, before letting out a contented sigh. "Goodnight, little Ravenclaw. Sleep well, angel..." he murmurs. As you lie there in his embrace, your eyes gradually begin to close, until you're falling asleep, your thoughts filled with images of a smiling, carefree Draco...

"Morning, angel... Time to wake up." a smooth, familiar voice says in your ear. Slowly, your eyes open, and you yawn, stretching out with a soft groan. Someone laughs from beside you, and when you look over your shoulder to your right, you see Draco sitting there in bed, gazing down at you with a light smile on his face.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you roll over in bed to face him, smiling tentatively back at him. So it wasn't a dream, then. You really had spent the night with Draco Malfoy... In his bed. In his arms. Vague memories of the night before come flooding back, and you find yourself suddenly biting back a smile. You truly had let go and had fun last night... And confessed your real feelings about Draco to the Slytherin boy himself.

And he had confessed that he felt the same way. And then... And then you two had kissed. A faint blush colors your cheeks, and Draco laughs again. "What's on our mind this morning, darling?" he asks. With an embarassed little smile, you shrug. "You." you confess. Draco's face lights up in a smile, as he leans down to kiss you softly on the mouth.

"Yeah? Tell me all about it, little Ravenclaw." he teases you. You sit up, running one hand through your hair. "Oh, I'd love to, but don't we have classes today? It's Monday, right?" you answer. Draco's grin turns into a smirk, as he scoots closer to you, pulling you into his arms. "Nope. Today's only Sunday, angel." he says.

Oh... Then that means... Oh. With a relieved sigh, you rest your head on Draco's shoulder, beginning to tell him all about how you couldn't stop thinking of him. And as you do so, you can't help feeling extremely grateful for the day that lies ahead. Thank Merlin it was only Sunday...

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A/N: I know this one was a bit of a long read, but like... I REALLY wanted you guys to get that feel of being at a Slytherin party, to really be able to feel like you were experiencing everything firsthand. 😳 I'm hoping you lot enjoyed this one as much as I did, and that you want more fics like this one, in the future. Thanksss, guysss! 🐍💚

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