Chapter 14 : Firewhisky at midnight
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Draco had escaped from the common room, desperate for a distraction from the pain and hurt. He though that he could trust Hermione…he thought that Hermione was understanding, and knew that he did not care about his money, name, or blood. It had hurt like a knife to the heart when she said that he was just showing off his wealth, by buying her presents.
Draco was on his way to find Blaise, but he realised that it was not his best friend he needed to talk to. He slowed to a walk, and thought about where he was going. He couldn’t go back, not to face Hermione and hear her apologies. He wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Deciding that the only way to keep his mind off everything was to go to the hogs head for a drink; Draco made his way up to the fifth floor, his mind numb, and he slipped into one of the secret passageways he had found last year. It lead right to the pub in Hogsmeade.
“Mr Malfoy! What are you doing here at this time of night?” Aberforth, the owner of the Hogs Head, looked up with a startled expression.
“Just want some time…Can I have a firewhiskey…” Draco mumbled, walking towards the bar and grabbing a stool.
Aberforth nodded, and slid a bottle of alcohol across the wooden table. Draco drank deeply, and sighed in relief as the welcoming feeling of the firewhiskey overwhelmed his senses. He forgot about Hermione, he forgot about everything…Draco stayed in the Hogs Head for nearly an hour, drinking bottle after bottle of alcohol, his mind becoming blurry and even number. Aberforth finally decided that Draco had had enough drinks, and told him to go back to school, before he was caught out of bounds. Draco paid for his drinks, and clumsily walked out of the pub, heading back to Hogwarts.
Draco’s mind was clouded, his thoughts confused and blurred. He knew it was the firewhiskey, but he did not care. Not feeling anything was better than the reality of hurt and confusion. Draco stumbled along the school corridors, sometimes collapsing, until he reached the safety of an unused classroom. Too exhausted to continue, Draco sank to the floor, and leant his head on one of the table legs.
Pansy was sitting up on her bed, thinking about Draco. He had been acting very strangely these weeks, hardly ever himself. He seemed, happier…happier than he had ever been with her. Sometimes, Pansy thought that he was with another girl, but shook the possibility out of his mind. No, Draco loved Pansy, though he was sometimes blind. Love was never easy, and some would say, love is blind. Pansy knew that Draco would come to her senses, and start paying more attention to her. However, the blonde Slytherin boy would not leave her mind, which made it very hard for Pansy Parkinson to fall asleep. She got out of bed and dresses silently, before exiting the dormitory.
Pansy wandered the halls, asking herself where she was going. She had no clue. She wanted most desperately to see Draco, and tell him how she felt…but he was probably sleeping in his dorm, and Pansy refused point blank to be anywhere near the Gryffindor Mudblood. She walked past the Great hall, and along the corridors, her destination still unknown. She was walking along the fifth floor corridor, where the transfiguration classrooms were.
Suddenly, Pansy heard a low moan and a small scrape, like the sound of a table being pushed or a chair being dragged backwards. She was curious, though frightened, but she went to investigate. She saw a boy slumped unconsciously on the floor, his head supported against the wooden leg of a table. She walked slowly and warily towards him; what If he was dangerous? Pansy worried for her life, and she was about to slither silently out of the room when the boy on the floor gave another small moan. Looking back, Pansy gave a jolt as she recognised the beautiful tangle of white-blonde hair, and the familiar pale, pointed face. The boy turned his face towards her, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing the silver colour Pansy had not seen in a while.
“Draco…” She breathed, sliding to his side and pulling him closer. He struggled at first, but gave in; he was weak and drunk, and Pansy could see it. Smirking slightly, she crooned down at Draco, “I haven’t seen you in a while, sweetheart, I've missed you…”
“Mmmhhhmm…?” Draco moaned brokenly, searching for the face of the person sitting beside him.
“Shh…Draco, honey…you’re safe…we should talk…we haven’t talked in a very long time…”Pansy whispered, stroking his blonde hair delicately, smiling because she had Draco back in her arms again, drunk or not.
Draco stopped moving, and he murmured, “who are you…why am I…here…”
Pansy smirked, and she leaned her face closer to his. “My name is…Pansy…and you’re in an empty classroom, because you’re drunk and I found you here.”
“I’m…drunk?” Draco slurred, as his eyes searched for Pansy’s face. Pansy giggled and nodded slightly, gazing with doting eyes at Draco.
“Draco…you were my boyfriend…and you stopped talking to me…I don’t know why...” Pansy breathed, her breath smelling vaguely of mint and chocolate. “I still love you…and I would like to know what I did wrong…I love you Draco Malfoy…and I want you to be with you…”
Draco’s eyes drooped, and he fell asleep, succumbing to the blackness of unconsciousness.
Pansy stayed by his side.
Hermione searched the castle desperately, but she could not find Draco. She had even tried to enter the Slytherin common room…but something told her that Draco would not be seeking the refuge of a few cunning buddies tonight. She felt horribly guilty and angry at herself; how could she say something like that to him? Didn’t she realise how Draco would be hurting, if she had attacked him using the name of Malfoy as her weapon? Hermione sat down and wept, until her tears ran dry. Deciding that she was no use crying, she continued searching for her boyfriend, hoping that he would be close by.
Her sweeps of the castle were no use, however. She was as close to finding Draco as she was to be named minister for magic…Hermione had a sneaking suspicion that he was not in the castle. Hermione groaned, and cursed herself for being so stupid. Why did she have to open her big mouth? Hermione sat down on the floor, and closed her eyes.
Draco woke, slightly groggy, but his mind clearer than before. He remembered dimly that he had gotten upset with Hermione, and had gone to have a drink in Hogsmeade. He had no idea, however, where he was or why he was there. “Where…Why…” he mumbled, then remembered that he was alone.
“You’re in a classroom, Draco, and I think you got drunk…” A nasally sounding voice said, startling Draco, and causing him to bump his head on the table. “Sorry, but we were talking before, and I thought you knew I was here…” She trailed off, staring at him.
“Who’re you…” Draco muttered, craning his head slightly for a better view. A hazy image of a short haired, pug-faced girl wearing slytherin robes came swimming into view. Wait…Slytherin robes? His mind must be playing tricks on him. Hermione didn't wear green robes..
“I’m Pansy Parkinson, Draco, are you sure you’re ok…”
Draco’s mind was still processing what she had said, but she had already gone onto her next sentence. “How many drinks did you have sweetheart? You were pretty drunk when I found you…been drinking with Blaise haven’t you?” She muttered, with a small smirk playing around her lips as she watched him, completely defenceless, struggling to get up. “Stay down Draco, you’ll get a horrible headache…” She tried to soothe him, but he had somehow managed to straighten into a normal sitting position. Pansy took a deep breath, and told him what she had been aching to say to him for a while…
“Draco…you’ve been avoiding me, for the past few weeks, and I don’t know why…at first I thought it was another girl…but you love me, so it can’t be. If it was something I did, I'm really and truly sorry, but I would like to know what it was that I did. I love you Draco…I love you so much” she whispered.
Draco dimly registered what she had said…something about her loving him? “Penny…I don’t know who you are…” he murmured, while she flinched as he called her ‘Penny’.
“Draco…I’m your girlfriend, I know you are drunk…but surely you remember your girlfriend?”
Draco shook his head, and it hurt, so he stopped it. “Noooo….” He slurred, his eyes drooping, but Pansy had caught his face in her hands.
“I love you Draco Malfoy, and I want you to be with me. I want you to tell me you love me.”
Pansy smiled in happiness, a smirk turning the smile into a look of triumph. She caught his face firmly and brought her mouth to his. He tried to pull away at first, but Pansy held on, twisting her way closer. Soon, Draco stopped fighting, and began to kiss her back. He still didn’t know who she was…
Hermione was running along the fifth corridor, certain that she had heard something coming from one of the transfiguration classrooms. She hoped that she would find Draco in there, and she rushed around the corner, coming to a stop when she heard definite signs of movement inside.
She opened the door, and peered inside. What she saw made her heart crumple into a million pieces. Her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, was laying on the ground, kissing the pug-faced Slytherin slut, Pansy Parkinson. Their mouths were glued together, and their bodies woven so closely together she did not know whose was whose. Hermione felt tears coming to her eyes, and she allowed them to fall, still watching Draco and Pansy on the floor. She gave a small whimper, and his eyes flashed up to meet hers.
Draco didn’t know what he was doing, but he knew that she was kissing someone, intensely and passionately. He assumed it was Hermione…come to look for him, and she had kissed him and apologised for hurting him before. But Draco heard a small cry from the doorway, and saw a familiar bushy haired, teary eyed girl standing frozen in the doorway. Shock and disbelief was etched into her beautiful face, and she was watching him and whoever-she-was kissing on the floor. The girl at the door was Hermione.
Draco’s eyes were wide, and he pushed the girl on top of him away. He scrambled upright, and glanced at who he was kissing. It was Pansy Parkinson, and she was smiling seductively back at him, clearly she hadn’t noticed Hermione at the door. Hermione was crying silently, watching Draco in complete disbelief.
Draco was sober enough now, to realise that he had been caught be his girlfriend, who trusted him completely, kissing another girl in an empty classroom in the middle of the night. And not just any girl…the girl that was supposedly, his ex-girlfriend- Pansy Parkinson. Draco felt sick, and he back away from Pansy’s approaching figure, as she smiled and fluttered her eyelashes.
Draco was staring at Hermione, in complete shock and regret as she stared back. He saw her shake her head slightly in disbelief and whirl around, running away from him, along the dark corridor and out of sight. He thought he heard a small sob before the door creaked shut.
Horrified, Draco shoved a confused Pansy out of his way, before running after Hermione.
Why is always him that messes things up?
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