Chapter 10 : Drunk Enough
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Kale was my sweet first love who still gave me butterflies. Malfoy was the bad boy that made me smile with a wink and pissed me off with one remark. Complete opposites, yet I was attracted to both. Though, I'm kind of in denial about my feelings for Malfoy.
I want it to be Kale that I like more. With him things at simpler. We could just pick up where we left off. Malfoy is all new territory that came with multiple complications.
With Kale I know what I'm getting into, but with Malfoy, I don't know what to expect. That truly scares the hell out of me.
"You know, you're really pretty." Malfoy whispered.
"Shut up." I said, feeling myself blush.
"You're blushing." Malfoy observed, smirking broadly.
"No I'm not." I said quickly.
"Yes you are. Don't worry, it's cute." He said.
"It's just really hot in here." I insisted.
"I expect that's because if you." He said moving dangerously close to me.
I turned away and muttered "Back off, Malfoy."
Instead he moved even closer. "I didn't hear you, what was that?" He asked.
"I said b-" I lifted my head up to see that his face was inches from mine. So close that if I made any sudden movement of my head, it would result in us kissing. The odd thing was I wouldn't have a problem with that this particular moment.
Malfoy's smirk faded into a smile and his eyes stared hungrily at my lips. I suddenly felt very self concious and pressed my lips together. But that didn't stop him from leaning in to kiss me. I may have leaned too (though if asked, I would deny it insistantly). I wondered what it would feel like to kiss Malfoy.
I never found out.
"All right, let's clean up now!" Professor Flitwick's high voice squeaked, slapping me back into my right mind.
I quickly turned away from Malfoy and began cleaning up. I heard him curse under his breath. He was obviously put out about not kissing me.
When the bell rang, I sped out of there in order to avoid a comment about the kiss that almost happened, and that I wished had happened.
"I saw you two today." Hermione said that night.
"Who?" I asked.
"You and Malfoy." She replied.
"And what did you see us doing?" I asked, hoping she hadn't seen the almost kiss.
"I saw you about to kiss, only to be interupted by Flitwick. You seemed disappointed."
"I wasn't." I said quickly. "I was relieved if anything."
"Right." She said.
Before I could respond, Ron plopped down happily next to Hermione and kissed her enthusiastically.
"Why are you so happy?" She asked.
"There's gonna be a party here tomorrow night." He said.
"Says who?" I asked.
"Fred and George. They think we should all have a bit of fun since this year has been so hard."
"Oh, it must be so hard having your smart girlfriend do your homework." I said sarcastically.
"Oh, shut up Sloane." Hermione said. "I don't always do it."
I chuckled. "So what are parties here like?" I asked. "At my old school they were crazy and there was at least one every weekend."
"So we have ourselves a real party girl then, hmm?" Ron asked grinning.
"Shut it and answer my question." I said blushing slightly.
"There's drinking, loud music, tons of people from other houses. It's alot of fun."
"People from other houses. Does that include Slytherins?" I asked.
"Definitely." He said.
"But Gryffindors hate Slytherins." I pointed out.
"We may hate them, but there is no party without the Slytherins. That's a fact."
"Oh." I said. Hermione caught my eye. We were both wondering if a certain blonde Slytherin would be there.
Turns out he is. The next night, I can see him from across the room, looking around, no doubt looking for me. I wondered if I should try avoiding him all night? How well would that work? Probably not exceptionally well, with my luck.
Our eyes locked. He gave me a charming smile, and I smiled nervously, and turned in a different direction.
"Have you seen him yet?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, just a second ago. We locked eyes. I think avoiding him is out of the question" I replied.
"Well, then don't avoid him." She shrugged. "No point in doing that when you like him."
"I don't like him." I said.
"Yeah, right." Hermione said before getting dragged off by Ron. I didn't want to know what they were going to do. I looked around the room, seeing many people I knew and tons of people I didn't. I spotted Harry and Luna sitting comfortably in the corner. They seemed to be enjoying eachother, so I didn't go over and say hi.
Instead, I went over to the table where many cups of firewhiskey were. I stared at them for a moment. It had been so long since I drank. But this would be the first time in a long time I didn't have to worry about staying sober for anyone else's sake. I didn't have to worry about getting hurt. I could really just had fun tonight. Ron was right, this year had been hard.
An hour and about six cups of fireswhiskey later, I'm wasted. I had been doing a wonderful job of avoiding Malfoy and I was currently in conversation with people I don't know.
I was just telling my new friends, whose names I wasn't sure of, about how much a tongue piercing hurt, when a song with an outrageous feel to it came on. I loved it!
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "This song is amazing, I have to dance to it!" I said to them, stumbling off to the middle of the room where loads of people were dancing.
I danced alone feeling the rythm of the song move me where it may. I saw Malfoy pushing his way through the crowd of people, making his way to me. I seriously considered running, but I wasn't sure how far I would make it without tripping. Malfoy was now in front of me.
I could tell he'd been drinking, but he was nowhere close to how drunk I was. "You wanna dance?" He asked.
"I am dancing." I slurred. Even when drunk, I was a smart ass.
"I meant with me." He said.
"Umm..." I couldn't even think straight.
"Just one dance." He pleaded. Again with the 'just one'. It got me every time. I wonder if he'd catch on anytime soon to that.
"Fine." I said.
We started dancing. Our bodies moved in what seemed perfect rythm together. Malfoy had the worse case of wandering hands I'd ever encountered, but I was so drunk I didn't really care. Infact, I kind of liked it.
The outrageous song ended and a slow one started. In my drunken state, I wondered who plays slow songs at a party like this. I made to leave, but I was pulled back into Malfoy's hard chest.
"Let's dance." He said.
"You said just one." I reminded him.
"But that was a fast one. How about just one slow dance?" He asked. I'm starting to get highly suspicious that he's aware of this whole 'just one' weakness I had.
"Okay." I said.
He put his hand on my lower back and with his other hand grasped my hand. It was so formal. We danced in silence. Malfoy caught me off guard by spinning me quickly, and then dipping me.
His lips brushed down my neck. "You smell so good." he whispered as he brought me back up.
"Really?" I asked. "Like what?"
"Roses." He murmered as he once again brushed his lips against my neck, but this time he didn't dip me. He then softly kissed my neck. "You taste good too." He said before continuing to plant sweet, pleasurable kisses up my neck.
As Malfoy's lips moved up, his hand moved down my back,until finally, his lips were on my lips, and his hand was on my ass. Never had a kiss made me feel so weak, or made me want someone so much.
We kissed until the song ended, in which Malfoy finally pulled away, breathlessly. He took my hand and pulled me away into the closet, where I'd never been before. After locking it, he kissed me, wrapping his arms around me, bringing me closer, pressing my body to his.
I kissed him back clinging to him, never wanting his lips to leave mine. Malfoy backed me into the wall pressing me against it. It wasn't until then that I realized what I was doing. I was kissing Malfoy! I'm supposed to hate him!
He removed his lips from my own, and proceeded to neck once more. "Malfoy." I said panting. "S-stop."
He pulled away, grinding his body against mine, causing pleasure and lust to spread through my whole body. "Why? You're enjoying it, aren't you?" He asked. Though I couldn't see much in this dark closet, I could see him smirking.
"Yes. But...I'm supposed to hate you." I whispered.
"Well, how about just for one night, you pretend you don't hate me, and we have some fun together." He suggested, his fingers running along the bare skin on my stomache.
I was now sure he knew my 'just one' weakness, and was currently using it against me.
"What do you say?" He asked, leaning in. I eagerly leaned in, ready for another kiss, but he pulled away before I could. The stupid tease. "Ah, ah. Only if you agree." He whispered.
"Okay." I said, before grabbing him by the back of his neck, and slamming his lips into mine. He kissed me back with so much passion, it was clear that he had wanted this for so long.
He lifted me off my feet, pressing me even harder against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him, wishing there was some way he could be even closer. I have no idea how long we stayed in that closet but I do know I thoroughly enjoyed that night.
My head is pounding so painfully right now. I shut my eyes, trying to make it stop. A moment later, I opened them again to the sound of a groan. From my bed, I could see tons of people sleeping on the floor of the dormirtory. Most of them didn't belong here. I attempted to lift my head, but that just made the pounding worse.
I realize someone else is in my bed. I'm sure it's just Hermione. Someone must have been in her bed, so she slept in mine. That makes perfect sense, I thought as darkness closed all around me.
I was half awake as I changed positions in bed. My leg brushed Hermione's. It was very hairy. When I was more sober, I'd make sure to suggest that she shave her legs.
Again, I wake up. There are no longer people on the floor or on the beds. It's just me and Hermione in my bed. I'm still in no mood to get up though. I hear Hermione groan very deeply as she stretches. Her arm wraps my waist. She must think I'm Ron or something.
She kisses my neck. Okay, it's getting weird so I turn around to see that it's not Hermione in bed with me, but Malfoy. I scrambled out of bed quickly.
"Malfoy what are you doing in my bed?!" I demanded.
"Besides enjoying myself?" He asked, smirking as he looked me up and down.
I looked down to see I was only in lingerie. I grabbed the first thing I see and put it on me. Of course, it's Malfoy's shirt.
He smoothly gets out of my bed,and I can't help but stare, because all he has is boxers on. Malfoy and I were in bed together, half naked. What the hell happened last night?
"W-why did you sleep in my bed last night?" I said trying not eye his muscles.
"You asked me to." He answered.
"I did no such thing!" I said.
"Yeah, you did. After we hooked up last night you asked me to sleep with you."
"We didn't hook up last night." I said trying so desperately to remember if we had. I was so drunk out of my right mind.
"Yes, Sloane we did." Malfoy said coming towards me. "This might remind you of what happened." He said placing his hand on the back of my neck and kissing me.
It all came back to me. Us dancing, hooking up in the closet, leaving the closet, only to hook up some more in various other places, him carrying me up to bed, because I was so hammered. I remember asking him to sleep with me, though I had no intention of actually sleeping if he stayed, which obviously he did.
As this all came flooding into my brain, I kissed Malfoy back. He pulled me down on top of him. This position was oddly familar. I pulled away, and looked down at him.
"Last did we..." I couldn't finish.
"Have sex? No." Malfoy answered. "Although, you did want to really bad, but I had to stop you from taking advantage of me."
I scoffed. "Yeah, right." We kissed again. Was it possible he was an even better kisser sober?
Malfoy rolled on top of me, kissing me harder. His tongue danced along mine, giving me great pleasure. Why couldn't things just be simple with us? Why did I have to be sure he didn't hurt me?
I stopped kissing him, and pushed him off of me. "What's wrong?" He asked confused.
"We are." I answered. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"Please don't give me the 'I'm supposed to hate you' shit again. No one is telling you to hate me." He said in frustrating.
"But I should!" I said. "Draco, how could it ever work between us?" I asked.
"I don't know. I suppose we'll figure it out."
"I don't think we will."
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because you only want me because you can't have me." I answered. "You said you liked a challenge. What happens when the challenge becomes easy?"
"Sloane, I will still want you." Draco said softly. "And you can't tell me you didn't feel anything last night."
"Oh, Draco, I was wasted! I was drunk enough to do anything!" I exclaimed.
"That's not true, otherwise we would have had sex last night. If you were so drunk, you wouldn't have stopped yourself." He countered.
He had a good point, but I wouldn't admit it.
"Why are you so against us being together?" He asked.
"I refuse to let you hurt me." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I won't." He insisted.
"Well, I don't know that for sure." I said.
"I'm going to prove that I won't."
"Draco, just-" his lips cut me off, kissing me deeply.
"I will." He said before standing up, and slipping into his trousers. "Keep the shirt, you look great in it."
He walked out of the room, leaving me even more confused than I was before the drunken night.
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