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Chapter 2: Parties, Purple and Misjuged Personalities
Authors Notes: I want to dedicate this chapter to the lovely Joan Jett, the writer of the brilliant Neon Angel on the Road to Ruin. She is a talented girl who I can honestly say was my inspiration to start up an account on this site. Big love to her :)
“NO! Did you not just hear me? New personality, new year, do you want me to give you the full long detailed speech?” He smirked in his signature Malfoy smirk and I caved, I always caved. I did have a craving for fire whiskey and I wasn’t one to get drunk in my room, on my bed... alone. So I got up off the couch and glared at him once more before walking up the stairs to my room. I had quick shower and got dressed, I performed a spell that dried my hair and I applied my eyeliner with a quick beauty spell. I went to walk out of the room and I gave myself a once over in a mirror before I left. Thank the lord. My hair was a mess, my natural ginger roots were showing against my light blonde hair. Thank Merlin I was a metamorphagus I concentrated really hard and my ginger roots disappeared. I looked down at myself and I did look hot even if I did say so myself. I was wearing a purple mini dress that grazed just passed my butt, black stockings that covered my legs and stopped anything from popping out that I didn’t want to and nude coloured stilettos. Thinking that my outfit needed something more I concentrated again and purple streaks that matched the colour of my purple lavender coloured eyes appeared in my hair.
Walking out of the room and downstairs I thought about how Malfoy had never likened me to my father. I was a wall flower so I guess my name never came up in one of the ‘Slytherin royalty’ conversations. I didn’t look like my father at all, I looked mostly like my mother or so I’m told my mother died when I was little. Even before she died apparently she didn’t stay around for very long. I did share some traits with my father, I inherited his pasty complexion, his intelligence and his personality but besides my complexion I got most of my looks from my mum, except for my metamorphagus skills I got them from somewhere along my father’s line of inheritance, he just missed out on that specific gene. I got my height, naturally curly red hair and love of clothes from my mum. I arrived downstairs and I saw Draco leaning against the back of the couch looking up at me in all of his sexiness, he cocked an eyebrow at me and checked my out stopping for an agonizingly long moment at my boobs. I rolled my eyes and walked across the common room and stepped into the hall Draco soon falling into step next to me.
“So the point of you making me get dressed up to go to this stupid party at the Gryffindor common room is?”
“So I can get to know you better,”
“So this isn’t just a big facade for trying to get into my pants?” Draco put a hand to his heart and imitated being wounded
“Ouch Haven, that hurt, I can’t believe you would think I would do such a thing. I am not one to take advantage of a girl!” I laughed and said
“Well there was that handful of girls in France, most of the girl population of this school, oh! And those few girls from Brazil.”
“Okay maybe, I have a few times. But I’m taking some of your advice, you know new attitude for the New Year,” by this time we were at the Gryffindor tower and the Fat Lady was singing but stopped instantly when she realised we weren’t at the party or Gryffindor’s.
“Are you here for the party dears?” she asked in her usual happy go lucky tone, I looked a Draco who wore an amused expression on his face, you didn’t have to know him well to figure out that he thought the idea of the choice of painting to guard the Gryffindor tower was comical.
“Quidditch” I mumbled in a low under tone inaudible to anyone but the Fat Lady.
“Yes, now give us the password so we can get in!” Draco said in his usually snarky tone.
“Well, I never! There is no need to be rude, besides Miss Snape here just so happens to have said the password moments ago, if you were listening sir, you would have heard it!’ she said in a rather rude tone, after she had finished her ramble she swung the portrait hole open to reveal a swirl of drunkenness and stupidity. Thank Merlin Draco didn’t question how I knew the password, he leaned into say something to me when I heard a high pitched squeal coming from the opposite side of the room.
“DRAKIE!” I turned my head and saw a pug faced loon coming towards us, which I soon recognised to be Pansy Parkinson; she ran towards us and jumped into Draco’s arms he hesitantly hugged her back and looked over her shoulder at me with a look on his face that screamed help me. In revenge for making me go to this stupid party I just rolled my eyes and made my way up to Hermione’s room, knowing that she’s either asleep or studying because parties just weren’t her thing.
Sure enough as soon as I walked into Hermione’s room there she was asleep in her bed oblivious to the fact that she had open textbooks strew across her bed. So being the best friend that I am I took a running start and jumped onto her bed and woke her with a start. She sat up and looked around trying to figure out what the hell woke her from her slumber and when she came face to face with me it became obvious she got out of bed and made her way to her closet and simply said
“Let me guess Haven, there is a party downstairs and you need your best friend down there to make sure you don’t make more of a fool of yourself than you usually do?”
“Oh, Hermione, you have me pegged. Now get dressed so I can get drunk!” she rolled her eyes at me and grabbed out a pair of dark denim skinny jeans, an oversized off the shoulder t shirt and a pair of black stilettos. I had the feeling that if I wasn’t there watching her pick out her clothes and if she was already dressed and at the party she would have been wearing normal denim jeans, a normal scoop neck top and a pair of sneakers. When she was ready I grabbed her arm and pulled her as fast as I could towards the stairs, we entered the party and we spotted a sober Harry Potter and a tipsy Ron Weasley standing in the corner talking to some girls. I looked at Hermione who was fuming at Ron’s behaviour even though she didn’t show it on her face. I ran down the stairs stepping two steps at a time until I jumped into the arms of a luckily still sober Harry.
“Whoa, easy there, I may be still sober but even I can’t handle a surprise attack from Haven Snape,” I laughed as he handed me a glass and topped it off with fire whiskey. Just then a really awesome song came on over the sound system and something clicked in me and I wanted to dance
“Harry, come one let’s dance!” I grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the swirl of drunken dancers in the middle of the Gryffindor common room.
“How on earth did you manage to get Hermione out of her room and into those shoes?”
“I guess something pays from being a girl” he laughed and we danced stupidly not caring who watched. Three songs and two and a half glasses of fire whiskey later Harry stopped dancing and opted to sit in an arm chair much to my dismay, I still felt like dancing and I was out of a dance partner. After glaring at my best friend one last time, I turned around apparently too fast for my body’s liking and I stumbled into the arms of one Draco Malfoy. He looked down at me and chuckled when he said
“Had one too many glasses to drink I see,”
“Well, Malfoy, you obviously haven’t seen me at a party before tonight then. I haven’t even reached my maximum limit yet, I’m not even half way, if you had paid any attention to me other than tonight maybe you would have noticed that I am naturally clumsy,” I scoffed
“Want a refill then Haven?” like that question needed an answer, of course I did! He topped up my drink and then we started dancing, I don’t know why it was probably the alcohol but after a few songs I whispered into his ear
“Are you sure this isn’t just something to get into my pants?”
“I’m sure; you know you’re nothing like your father. The intimidating part aside, you’re actually nice,”
“Thanks, I need to sit down though, too much dancing,” I grabbed his wrist and led him to an arm chair in the far corner of the room. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap and we just sat there talking about random things until I felt his lips come crashing down on mine. He pulled away almost as quickly as it happened, leaving me a bit confused but out of a drunken curiosity I grabbed him by the collar and pulled his lips down to mine. It was wonderful, the most fantastic feeling in the world, partly because I was making out with the guy I had liked for four years, but all that aside, Draco Malfoy was one sensational snogger. I don’t know how long we sat there in that chair making out but I broke it off when I heard someone clear their throat I looked up to see Hermione standing the looking at me with her shoes in hand
“Haven, you look pretty drunk and I don’t want you going back to the Slytherin dungeons with Malfoy and doing something you’ll regret, Lavender is off with some Ravenclaw and she said you could crash in her bed for the night,”
“Thanks ‘Mione, I wouldn’t know what to do without you,” I stood up off of Malfoy’s lap, almost falling over in the process.