Songs for the chapter: No Role Modelz by J. Cole; Party by Chris Brown, Usher, Gucci Mane; SICKO MODE by Travis Scott; People I Don't Like by UPSAHL

T/W: crude commentary, name-calling, swearing

Twirling around in front of my mirror, I smile at my reflection. My ivory, long-sleeve top along with my black, flowy short skirt accentuates my feminine curves nicely. I also opted out wearing black tights with undershorts since the last time I was in the dungeons, it was damp and cold, which I feel may cause the Slytherin common room to be an uncomfortable sticky warm temperature.

The less clothing sticking to my skin, the better.

Tucking my wand on the inside of my skirt, I make my way out of my room and down towards the common room. I'm careful with each step, not wanting to wake up Ernie in the room next door and have him wondering why I'm sneaking out so late. I made sure to tell Draco a later time to meet up with me so nobody would be in the common room when I left.

Only Susie knows of where I will be tonight, and I'd like it to stay that way for now.

I look around the common room, noticing that there's no one around besides that same seventh year passed out at one of the tables; the poor thing is usually studying every minute he isn't in class. Giving him one more pitying glance, I make my way out of the common room. Draco said he would meet me outside the exit, but as soon as I step out, I don't see any sign of him.

As I'm contemplating whether or not I should just head back to bed, a voice says, "isn't that skirt a bit too short?"

I expected him to scare me, but it still catches me a bit off guard as I turn around with a gasp. His eyes are openly scanning my figure before landing on my face.

"Why are you looking there?" I retort back, crossing my arms with a playful smirk.

He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, sauntering closer towards me. He, of course, is wearing his usual attire of a black dress shirt, slacks and finely-polished shoes. He looks good, but I don't need to tell him that and inflate his already big ego.

"Why else would you be wearing a short skirt like that? It's obvious you're seeking attention." His voice is low as he speaks, but his enticing tone doesn't cover the rude words spewing from his mouth.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. "You can't even be decent for one night. Forget it. I'm not going."

I begin to walk back towards the common room entrance before turning around and adding, "—you know what?! I dress up for myself. I like to look good and feel good. I don't do it for any guy's attention...let alone an arsehole like you."

I begin to do the passcode before feeling a cold hand on my shoulder. I try shrugging it off, but his grip gets tighter. Turning around, I give him a cool stare.

His face is stoic except for the dark shimmer within his gaze as he says, "I didn't say it looked bad on you. Now come on. The party has already started, and I'd rather not waste anymore time."

"I just said I wasn't going."

He rolls his eyes, letting go of my shoulder before grabbing my hand. "Come on."

He tugs at my hand, and I find myself instinctively following him. Granted, I don't think I could wriggle out of his tight grasp anyway, so trudging along is all I'm left to do.

We weave through the halls before making it to the large stairwell leading to the dungeons. He turns to me briefly before we head down, whispering, "take off your shoes."

I give him an incredulous look. "Excuse me?"

He lets out a huff before bending down to take off his shoes. "Take off your shoes, Jo."

"Are you mad? Why do I need to take off my shoes?"

He lets out another dramatic huff before untying his shoes, taking them off and leaving him in his socks as he looks up at me and says, "Snape isn't asleep, and is incredibly alert at night. He knows about our party, don't get me wrong, but he doesn't approve of others not in Slytherin joining in."

"I still don't understand?"

Before I can get the chance to take them off myself, Draco is already undoing the clasps of my heels. He seems to take his time as he slips them off my feet, and I can't help but feel a bit like Cinderella in this moment. I bite my lip as his hands slowly move up my legs before I see him let out something between a groan and sigh, shaking his head as he does so. He takes his hands away, grabbing my shoes and handing them to me. I grab them hesitantly, not liking the feeling of the cold, stone ground underneath my bare feet. He, at least, has socks on.

"Your heels are loud on the floors...as are my shoes. Snape would hear us almost immediately once we made it down these stairs." I quirk an eyebrow at his explanation, still weirded out that we don't have our shoes on.

"This floor is disgusting though. You at least have something covering your feet." I scrunch up my face, looking back down at my bare feet on the grime-covered floors. He lets out a dramatic sigh, before I feel one of his hands move around my waist and the other on the backside of my legs. He, then, hoists me up so I'm now in his arms, being held bridal-style.

"Dear Merlin, Draco!" I tense up in his arms; not because I hate it, but because I'm liking it a bit too much. I keep forgetting how strong he actually is underneath it all: his leaner, tall physique doesn't help exemplify it either.

I turn my head, looking at him as I say, "I didn't mean for you to carry me." He flickers his eyes at my face before bringing his gaze forward again.

I feel him begin to head down the stairs, so I circle my arms around his neck. The muscles in his face are taut as he continues down the stairs. His eyes, although trained mainly ahead, keep stealing glances at me. I feel him tense more as we carefully walk past Snape's office. He has a dim light on in there, and I can't help but to wonder how he would react if he saw Draco carrying me down the hall like this: without our shoes on too!

He would probably send us to detention immediately with Filch and take away Hufflepuff house points while giving some extra to Slytherin.

He's so unfair like that.

Once we finally make it past his office and to the entrance of the Slytherin common room, Draco sets me down on the ground again. I can't help to feel a bit upset that I'm not in his arms anymore, but I'm happy to finally be at the entrance.

After we both put our shoes back on, he mutters the passcode softly, which has changed from Pureblood to Basilisk.

As the entry opens up for us, he looks over at me and says, "do not tell anyone that I carried you. That stays between you and I. Understood?"

Rolling my eyes, I mumble, "mhm."

Afterwards, he ushers me to follow after him, and we make our way down the large stairs into the open common room. It's dimly lit with a multitude of floating candles, much like in the Great Hall, and there is low, bass-filled music being played. I notice how most everyone is standing around in cliques or partaking in party games, and the only ones that appear to be dancing are couples doing the most risque moves I've ever seen.

It's definitely an opposite vibe from what Hufflepuff parties hold. I feel incredibly out of place once I see people looking over towards us. Draco, though, heeds them no mind as he struts in, making his way over towards an empty black couch; it's odd that it's completely open as all other seats are taken.

I see Zacharias getting cozy with a brunette-haired Slytherin on one of the larger chairs. He meets my gaze with narrowed eyes, clouded with obvious confusion. I quirk an eyebrow at him, wondering what the hell he's doing here as well.

Before I can find out, I hear a couple Slytherin girls whisper things about me, saying I don't belong here. I watch as Draco shoots them a glare, making them shut up right away.

Smirking to myself, I follow him, keeping my glance casted downwards. I keep feeling the judgemental stares all the way up until I take a seat beside him on one of the black, leather sofas. I watch as he leans back, placing his hands behind his head as if the party is being hosted for him.

As I'm about to say something, his minions, Crabbe and Goyle rush over towards us, handing us each a glass of a fancier looking beverage.

Upon accepting it from Goyle, I realize it's a Pear Dazzle; something I've always seen classier witches and wizards drink at Hogs Head. I remember seeing it being served at the Malfoy Manor Christmas Ball as well.

"Um—thank you, Goyle," I say with a small smile as he gives me a sheepish, half-smile back.

"Y-yeah of course—Libby," he says back. It's weird to hear him talk as he hardly ever does; usually Draco doesn't let either him or Crabbe get a chance to say anything since he has a habit of never shutting up.

Sipping the drink, I glance over at Draco who's already drank half of his glass. Already feeling awkward with the lack of conversation, I look up at the two big Slytherins with a sincere smile, "so—um—how are you both doing?"

Draco snorts at this, giving me a strange look as if wondering why I'm talking to them. I ignore him as I bring my gaze back to the two larger boys. Crabbe's face turns beet red at my question while Goyle scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. Goyle is the first to respond as he says, "—I um am doing well I guess. We were just about to start the duels—"

"—well hello there, Hufflepuff. Fancy seeing you here," a familiar, smooth voice cuts Goyle off from behind me. Both Draco and I turn around to see Blaise showcasing his beautiful, pearly whites directed at... me.

"Hi Blaise," I say softly, smiling back at him. Draco lets out an overdramatic huff before standing up and storming over towards a table filled with drinks. Both Goyle and Crabbe rush after him; afterall, they must follow their leader.

Blaise takes the opportunity to sit in Draco's spot. He leans into the couch more, positioning himself where he is looking at me yet still relaxed as he places an arm partially behind me up on the sofa. He's about the same height as Draco, but has more of a broader and fuller physique than him. Draco is more lean and lanky, while Blaise, although lean, has more prominent muscles.

I notice he also has a glass of Pear Dazzle in one of his hands. "Are you and Draco an item now? Or do I have a chance to slither in?"

I feel my cheeks blush at his boldness, having a hard time figuring out what to say back to him. He must take notice in my frazzled expression as he lets out a melodic laugh, much like the time when I barged into their common room looking for Draco.

"I'm only teasing you. But I am curious as to why he invited you...Malfoy isn't the type to invite anyone, let alone those who aren't Purebloods."

"Oh—um—we aren't really anything—I um—" I struggle to form any cohesive thought as I try to make up an excuse.

Draco and I are not official whatsoever, and I don't want to lead on the fact that we do have something going on between us. We've only shared a handful of moments, and in between these moments we tend to not get along too well.

"It's none of your business, Zabini, so shove off," I hear Draco bark harshly. We both look over at him, who's glare is set on Blaise. "And get out of my seat."

Blaise lets out another laugh, shaking his head. I can't help but to find the action attractive; Blaise has always been that smooth-talking hottie of Slytherin. Although he has given me the creeps before, after talking with him briefly that one time, I've never thought of him like that again. He's just mysterious and contemplative with things.

"Malfoy...when will you realize you don't own the bloody sofa?" He glances back over towards me, giving me a charming smile before bringing his gaze back up to Draco.

Draco looks like he's ready to fight him as his one fist is balled up at his side. Blaise glances down at the action before bringing his gaze back up with an annoyed expression. "I'll leave, don't worry. You don't need to get all pissy."

With that he gets up from the seat, and before he leaves, he says, "See you later, Hufflepuff," giving me a wink.

I wave shyly as he walks away towards another group of Slytherins. I feel the sofa dip beside me, knowing it's Draco taking "his" seat once again.

"Be careful around Zabini. He's the biggest sleaze in this school. He just wants to get you in his bed," Draco spits out venomously before throwing back half of his drink. His hand holding the glass is tense, and if he squeezes it any tighter, it will most likely shatter.

"What if that's what I want, too?" At my teasing words, he snaps his head towards me with wide eyes. He blinks a few times, registering my words before placing a cool exterior on his features.

"You and I both know that is not what you really want, Jo." His mouth curves up as he speaks; a devilish look glinting in his gaze.

I raise my eyebrows at his words. "You don't know what I want, Draco." I'm leaning in closer towards him, and he seems to lean in closer as well.

I watch as his eyes flicker down towards my lips. "I beg to differ."

He then pulls completely away from me after hearing someone clear their throat beside us. He angles his body the other way to face them, making me frown at the action as it looks like now he's ignoring me whilst I'm clinging onto everything he does. Much like Pansy used to do.

"Malfoy...we're starting the duels now. Nott and Zabini are up first," I hear Goyle say to Draco.

Draco lets out an "alright," before standing up and shoving his empty glass into Goyle's hands. I hesitantly stand up from the sofa, and follow to where there's a crowd of Slytherin's standing in a circle.

Draco is standing off to the side looking seemingly uninterested, so I decide to join him as I feel like none of the other Slytherins want me near them. As I come up beside him, he only takes one glance at me before turning his attention back to Theodore and Blaise, who are now in the middle of the circle.

"Ready to be crushed, Zabini?" Theodore says with playfulness present in his voice.

"In your dreams, Nott." Blaise looks around and finds me, as he looks me dead in the eyes, he gives me yet another wink. I feel Draco's demeanor change at Blaise's action, but I don't care one bit as the feeling of butterflies swarming my stomach overtakes me.

I turn my gaze from the handsome Slytherin to Adrian Pucey, another handsome Slytherin. He lifts up his hands as he says, "wands at the ready... and go!"

Theodore takes the chance to strike first by saying, "Aguamenti," causing a blast of water to spray from the tip of his wand towards Blaise.

Unfortunately for Theodore, Blaise blocks the spell with ease before using a Jelly-fingers curse towards him. It hits him right in the chest, and his fingers immediately drop his wand and go slack, wiggling much like jello. Theodore, now unarmed, has lost, making Blaise the winner of their duel. Many of the Slytherins cheer on Blaise, as do I.

One of the only people I notice not cheering is Draco, who rolls his eyes before yelling out, "oh please! Nott is hardly much of an opponent. Anyone could have easily taken him out—" he glances over at me before continuing, "—even her!"

He's now gesturing over towards me, causing many eyes to fall on me; many of the looks are filled with annoyance or disgust.

Blaise laughs at this, ignoring Draco's dig at him, while I notice Theodore, still trying to use his jelly fingers to grab his wand off the ground, looks up with a frown. Blaise eyes shift from Draco to me as a sly half-smile forms on his mouth.

"Tonks...up for a duel against—" he glances around the room before his eyes must land on someone, "—Parkinson, perhaps?"

"That's quite offensive, Blaise," I hear Pansy chirp out with a scoff. I finally spot her at the other end of the room, shoving aside a couple younger Slytherins out of the way so she's now near the inside edge of the circle. Her gaze meets mine as a sinister look overtakes her features. "I deserve an opponent on the same skill-level as me."

"Yeah...perhaps a second year would suit you better," I remark back with an innocent smile. I have to bite back the urge to laugh as Draco lets out a snort, covering his face with his hand and turning his head. Blaise raises his eyebrows at my words, snickering openly. I hear some others gasp in the crowd while others laugh along.

"Hilarious... but this is going to be even more so—" Pansy sneers as she lifts her wand and points it towards me, "—stupefy!"

I manage to dodge the charm as it hurls past me, hitting Crabbe who is standing behind me. I don't pay much attention to the aftermath, as I lift my wand and yell out, "stupefy!"

Unlike the charm she threw at me, mine hits her right in the chest sending her backwards a few feet. She struggles to stand back up after the impact as a deathly scowl forms on her lips.

"How unoriginal...I wouldn't expect anything less from a Hufflepuff, though—" she spits out venomously before shouting, "—confringo!" Her wand is aimed at me, sending the blasting charm towards my form. I act swiftly by using a blocking charm to block the spark barreling towards me. If I wouldn't have blocked it, it would have most likely blown me to pieces.

I give her a wide-eyed stare; many of those around us are gasping or at a loss for words. I glance over my shoulder at Draco who appears to be unfazed, but the swift eyebrow raise he shoots me tells me otherwise.

Setting my gaze back at the black-haired Slytherin, I raise my wand and yell out, "Expelliarmus," so quickly where she doesn't have any time to react. Her wand is thrown off to the side, and as she begins to scramble over towards it, I bring back my wand again, pointing it forwards and saying, "Petrificus Totalus!"

The bolt shoots out of my wand, whizzing in the air and hitting her with strong force. Her body freezes and falls backwards with a loud thud. She's completely immobilized, meaning I have won the duel.

I hear some clapping, but the loudest cheer is coming from Blaise, whose face is lit with surprise. Before he can say anything though, Adrian Pucey walks over, scowling.

"Let me make the decisions next time, Zabini. I'm the referee." His tone is clipped as he speaks to Blaise. He, then, turns to me, pursing his lips. "That was impressive—Er—Libby...right?"

I nod with a smile before someone decides to bark out, "me and you, Zabini! Get a move on!" I turn my head towards Draco who's standing on one end of the circle, his wand is out and a predatory look is gleaming in his eyes.

"Alright, Malfoy," Blaise says, stepping out into the circle opposite of him. He takes out his wand, mirroring Draco's stance. "So eager to lose, I see."

I step out of the circle, positioning myself between a couple younger Slytherins. One smiles up at me while the other stares at me wide-eyed, surprised that I'm standing next to them.

Bringing my gaze back over to the circle, I watch as Draco tightens his grip around his wand, his knuckles turning white. Blaise, on the other hand, cocks his head lower, his eyes looking up at Draco with an ice cold stare.

"Alright... wands at the ready...and go!" Adrian yells out, barely stepping out of the way as water sprays out of Blaise's wand. Draco blocks it with ease, swiftly doing the movements and words with no hesitation. Just as quickly as he blocks it, he sends out the Jelly-legs Jinx, eyes narrowing in on his opponent.

Blaise blocks it just in time before sending out a Leg-Locker curse, Locomotor Mortis.

"Protego!" Draco calls out, conjuring up a shielding charm. They continue sending out different hexes and charms, both blocking the other's with ease. I find myself fully into the duel, eyes darting swiftly between the two handsome Slytherins.

I glance over at Adrian who looks like he may just call it a tie since it's been going on for quite a bit.

Just as he's about to, Draco yells out, "Expulso!" as he points his wand to a glass in someone's hand.

The glass shatters, throwing Blaise off for a second as he looks over towards the shattered glass on the floor and the Slytherin boy who is panicking as bits of glass are embedded in his hand.

"Immobulus!" Draco yells out, causing Blaise to turn his head back towards him, but he's too late to block the incoming charm; he's frozen in place. Draco yells out, "levicorpus," flipping Blaise upside down.

Blaise, unable to defend himself or use his wand due to being immobilized, leaves Draco the winner of their duel.

As Adrian is walking out, about to call Draco the winner, Draco brings his wand forward again, pointing the tip of it at Blaise's floating, upside down body, spitting out the words, "Furnunculus,"also known as the Pimple jinx.

I rush out to the center of the circle just as he spits of the words, conjuring a protective shield over Blaise. I manage to shield him just in time, letting out a relieved sigh as the jinx dissipates against the shield.

I glower at Draco who's now openly glaring at me.

"You already won, Draco! You didn't have to throw out another one at him while he's motionless and unarmed!"

"Yeah...you won, mate. No need to continue torturing the lad," Adrian says with a hesitant laugh, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

I turn my attention over to Blaise, watching as Theodore Nott helps him down and reverses the immobulus charm. Blaise slumps onto the ground, rubbing his neck before shooting Draco a glare.

Draco seems to not notice Blaise's deathly look as his eyes are still trained on me. "Ah, looks like you're my next opponent, Jo."

"Who the hell is Jo?" Adrian blurts out, his voice full of confusion as his darker brows furrow closer together.

As I'm about to explain that it's my middle name, Draco yells out, "Incarcerous!" His wand is pointed at me, and I barely have enough time to block the spell.

I glare at him as he only smirks back, raising his eyebrows swiftly. He's egging me on, and I will gladly give him all I've got.

I throw out the first thing I can think of, "Engorgio!"

He darts swiftly out of the way, not having enough time to counteract the charm. It ends up hitting Crabbe right in the arm, causing it to enlarge vastly. He lets out a scream as he tries to get Goyle to do the Shrinking charm, who is struggling to do so.

Draco gives me, what I assume to be, an impressed look before throwing out the sponge-knees curse my way. I block it with ease with a swift motion of my wand, not having to say the charm out loud. I've had quite a bit of practice with the shielding charm, thanks to Nymphi.

She always told me knowing defensive spells well is more helpful than offensive spells, so I've made sure to master many of the shielding charms and spells.

I bite my lip briefly, before remembering a certain charm that would most definitely humiliate Draco.

Directing my wand back at Draco, I yell out, "tarantallegra!"

The charm, if it hits him, will cause his legs to spasm wildly and out of his control. I remember when Nymphi used it on Remus as a joke, and he got so embarrassed. It was hilarious to say the least.

Unfortunately for me, he blocks it just in time, shooting daggers my way. As he preps to send out another curse or charm, I hear a girl scream. I sharply turn my head to the source, seeing it is Pansy. She stops once my gaze is on her, smirking proudly, and that's when it hits me.

"Rictusempra!"

The Tickling Charm hits me square in the chest, causing me to drop my wand as I begin to hysterically laugh; I'm now on the floor, trying to call out to make it stop in between my fits of laughter. It feels as though there are millions of feathers tickling every inch of my skin. I'm laughing so hard that tears are spewing from my eyes.

I try to focus on Draco who's now approaching me with a devilish smirk.

"Make—hahaha—make—hahaha—it—hahaha—stop!" Right as I say this, Draco reverses the spell, and my body slouches more as I take a few deep breaths, trying to regain my composure.

That was literal torture!

I look up at him with hurt in my eyes. His hand is out for me to grab, surprisingly. Letting him help me up to my feet, I finally manage to scowl at him.

"You jerk! You had her distract me!" I gesture over towards Pansy, who still has a smirk plastered on her face. He only shrugs before Adrian runs over towards us angrily.

"You are supposed to wait for me—the referee—to start you both off!! For crying out loud!!" He's nearly tearing his hair out of his head, tugging at the dark brown ends a little too aggressively. I've always known he's had anger issues, but he's not trying to hide it at all unlike on the Quidditch field.

Draco rolls his eyes, bringing his gaze onto the dark-haired Slytherin. "Oh quit your whining, Pucey. Nobody wants to hear it." Adrian lets out a huff, clearly wanting to go off on Draco, but he must know not to otherwise Draco will probably, "have his father hear about it."

Draco then looks back at me, tucking his wand into his pocket as he says to me, "nice try, Tonks, but you'll never beat me." With those words, he casually struts over to the drink table, leaving me with the fuming Slytherin beside me.

Thankfully, we're not left alone for long as Blaise walks over with his charming smile. "Look at us. Both better than Malfoy, yet we were wrongly beaten and embarrassed by him. Isn't it great?"

I laugh along at his sarcasm, agreeing with him. "Yeah. It's a wonderful feeling, if I must say."

"He's never won fairly. I think you would have beaten him had Pansy not screamed," Blaise admits, shifting his gaze to the drink table. I follow his gaze, seeing Draco slam back a shot angirly. His eyes find mine; they're blazing with cool intensity, causing a rush of heat to course through me.

Why does he make me feel like this?

"Want to go sit on the sofa? We're probably going to play some sort of party game," I hear Blaise say, causing me to snap my attention over towards him. I nod with a "sure," before we walk over towards one of the sofas. There's already quite a few familiar faces, like Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis.

Daphne gives me a tight-lipped smile, while Tracey smiles a little more openly. Once I say a quick, "hello," to them, they immediately go back to talking amongst themselves.

At least they didn't say something bitchy, I say to myself before bringing my attention to Theodore Nott who is approaching the empty seat beside me.

He gives me a wide grin before asking, "mind if I sit here?"

"No, go right ahead."

"Alright. I must say, you did brilliantly out there—ahhh!!" He's tossed off the sofa and onto the floor. "What the bloody hell, Malfoy?!"

"You were in my spot. Now get up you idiot!"

Draco slips onto the, now, open seat beside me, kicking Theodore slightly with his foot, which causes him to scramble up onto his feet. Theodore looks over at me to which I give an apologetic look before finding a seat next to Daphne.

"That wasn't very nice," I mumble under my breath, but loud enough for Draco to hear.

Draco snorts in response before throwing his arm up onto the back of the sofa behind me, leaning back with his one leg crossed over the other. I shake my head at his rudeness before shifting closer to Blaise on the sofa.

He is such a jerk!

"Let's play truth or dare!" Daphne suggests abruptly with a sultry smirk forming on her mouth as more people show up, forming a circle. She's nestled closely in between Theodore and Tracey on the sofa opposite of where Blaise, myself and Draco are sitting.

Draco lets out a scoff before saying, "what are we? Twelve year old girls at a sleepover?"

Crabbe and Goyle, who are standing off to Draco's side, snicker at his sarcastic question whilst the rest of us either roll our eyes or simply ignore him.

"Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea. We could do it where if we don't complete a dare or answer a truth question, we must take a shot," I say, earning nods of approval from many of the Slytherins. Daphne perks up a bit at my suggestion, seemingly liking my idea.

"Alright, I'll start us off then." She glances around the room before locking her gaze on Draco who's playing with his ring on his finger, almost as if he's already bored. He doesn't see her pointed gaze, so I nudge his side with my elbow, earning an overdramatized groan from him.

He looks up at Daphne with a scowl. "What?"

She smirks before saying, "truth or dare, Malfoy?"

He rolls his eyes, shifting his gaze around the circle briefly. He brings his gaze back to hers before answering, "ugh—dare."

I watch as she taps her chin with her manicured finger, as if in thought. A sinister smile forms on her lips as she says, "I dare you to take your shirt off."

"That's the stupidest dare I've ever heard, Greengrass," Draco spits out almost immediately, his mouth is curled up in disgust, but his cheeks are a tinge pink.

"Yeah, I don't think anyone really wants to see that anyway," I say, not even realizing the words that are coming out of my mouth.

The alcohol I've drank thus far must be helping me with boldness tonight.

Blaise covers his mouth, doing a horrible job at hiding his snickering at my comment. The rest of the circle lets out noises of what I assume to be laughter—it's hard to tell with many of them.

Draco snaps his head in my direction with a murderous glare before hastily unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers seem to shake with anger as he nearly rips the shirt off his body, shrugging it off his shoulders effortlessly and leaving his pale chest bare.

He's well defined, and although he has a leaner physique, it doesn't hide the fact that he has a six-pack. He's completely smooth of any hair, and it's as if his upper half was carved by Michelangelo himself.

I glance over at Daphne who is eyeing up Draco, biting her lip as she scans him up and down. Pansy in the corner is smirking proudly, as if saying she's had the pleasure of seeing that before.

Draco crosses his arms, leaning further back into the sofa. His body seems to shift closer to me as the heat from his arm hits mine.

He looks over at Daphne. "There. Now you can eye-fuck me all you want." Her cheeks go a bit red at his bold—but true—statement before shifting his eyes around the circle. I see he completely overlooks me before landing on Pansy with a devious look. "Truth or dare, Parkinson."

She purses her lips in thought before saying, "dare, of course."

His eyes flicker to his side towards me before bringing his gaze back at Pansy with a devilish smirk. "I dare you to snog Tonks."

He, now, looks over at me, as if expecting I would be upset, but I only shrug, standing up from my seat with an unfazed expression. I've played this before and have had to kiss both Hannah and Susie in a game; a kiss only means something if there's actual feelings there.

"Alright, let's get this over with," I say, but Pansy lets out a gag, turning her head to the side while sticking a finger towards her mouth.

"Ugh—there's no way I'll kiss her— I'll take two shots if I have to," she says before taking a bottle of Firewhiskey and throwing it back. I sit back down with a scowl at her words.

"I'm not that bad... am I?" I mutter playfully, which only Blaise hears.

"No... she's just a bitch sometimes," he whispers, earning a giggle from me.

We wait for Pansy to finish drinking as she finds her prey. Her eyes land on mine unsurprisingly. "Truth or dare."

"Truth," I answer almost immediately. Pansy seems like she would be ruthless with her dares, so I'd rather not take the chance.

My answer earns a bunch of groans from the group, even Blaise playfully yells out, "boo!" Of course, after I shoot him a teasing glare he lets out a laugh.

Pansy scrunches her face in disgust before a triumphant look overtakes her features. "Who was your first shag?"

"I don't have a first shag," I say honestly. Justin had been my only boyfriend, and we never got past snogging.

"You're a virgin? How embarrassing," she sneers out, which causes me to frown.

I've never been ashamed of being a virgin as I am only fifteen, but with how she's talking, she's making me feel as though it's a bad thing.

Before I can respond back, Blaise speaks up for me and says,"You can't say anything. Malfoy was your first, and that's nothing to be proud of."

I cover my mouth in shock before glancing over at him with an appreciative smile for him sticking up for me, but still feel a bit bad that his words were hurtful towards Pansy and Draco. Regardless, I am grateful that he said it as her face falls significantly.

Draco lets out a harsh scoff before sitting up more in his seat. I can't help but to glance down at his bare chest again before bringing my gaze back up to his face.

He angles his body so he's facing both Blaise and I as he sneers out, "at least I don't stick my dick into every hole that's open for me."

I clap a hand over my mouth at his crude words, many of the others do the same, letting out gasps or "ooos.".

I hear Adrian Pucey mutter, "oh boy." Goyle and Crabbe snicker, covering their mouths as well.

Blaise tenses up beside me, his glare set on Draco is lethal.

Before either of them can say anything more, Zacharias, who has been mainly flirting with the random fourth year Slytherin beside him, snaps out, "will you both shut up?!"

At this, Draco snaps his fingers and points towards Zacharias's direction, not even looking over at him. Crabbe and Goyle immediately rush over towards him, lifting him off the ground and carrying him towards the common room exit.

"Put me down you idiots!" Zacharias yells out, thrashing around in their grasp.

The weird thing is, nobody questions it.

"Good riddance. He's always in a foul mood, I swear," I mutter under my breath with only Draco hearing me.

"Exactly why I had them kick him out of here," Draco says as he leans closer towards me so only I can hear.

I want to say that he should kick himself out as he's been in an awfully foul mood this whole evening, but I don't. I really don't want to feel his wrath tonight.

Everyone brings their attention back to me, waiting for me to continue the game. I glance around the circle, then shifting my body towards Blaise.

"Truth or dare, Blaise?" I ask him awkwardly before taking a couple sips from my drink. Blaise gives me a charming smile, causing my cheeks to warm.

"Dare."

I bite the inside of my lip in thought. I am absolutely terrible at coming up with dares; mine are usually too dull or very unoriginal.

As I continue to think, I hear Draco mutter sharply, "hurry up already."

I shoot him a glare before remembering a dare Hannah once asked at one of our Hufflepuff parties last year. I look over at Blaise with a smile, "I dare you to kiss the prettiest person—to you—in the room."

I expect him to walk over towards Daphne as she's clearly one of the prettiest girls in Slytherin and Hogwarts. There's a couple fourth year Slytherins who are also quite pretty sitting around in our circle too, one of them being the girl Zacharias had been flirting with all night.

His gaze, though, doesn't leave mine as he leans forward, bringing a hand up on the side of my head and around to the back, pushing me forward towards him. I'm happily surprised at the action as he brings his lips closer to mine.

Holy Nargles!

Our lips meet, his are warm and inviting, and I find myself kissing him back. He has a spicier taste to him; something like cinnamon. I hear a couple of the boys hoot and holler, with a familiar sounding huff in the mix.

As I find myself thoroughly enjoying the kiss, he pulls away just as quickly, with a soft smile on his lips. I blush, giving him a small smile back.

"Not too bad, Hufflepuff," he says lowly at me with a wink, causing my cheeks to redden even more.

The game continues on for awhile longer with many others in our circle doing hilarious dares such as when Theodore Nott dared Adrian Pucey to do a plank with Tracey and Daphne sitting on his back. Most people have chosen "dare" thus far, so when it gets to be my turn again with Blaise asking me, "truth or dare," I choose "dare."

He gives me a smirk at my choice before saying, "I dare you to dirty talk to anyone of your choice."

He raises his eyebrows a bit, awaiting my reaction.

I think he expects me to pass and take a shot, but I merely give him a determined smile before saying, "perfect."

With this, I turn my head towards Draco where he immediately gives me an arrogant half-smile, knowing I'll choose him. At some point during the game, he must've put his shirt back on, leaving the top three buttons undone.

I lean closer towards him, bringing my hand onto his thigh, slowly moving up as I flutter my lashes, gazing up at him with a sultry smile. I feel his muscles tense under my hand, and just as I know I'm getting a rise out of him, I take my hand away before getting up off the sofa. His face forms into a scowl as I tear my gaze from him and set it onto one of his closest friends—Goyle.

Walking over towards him, I hear a couple people in our circle snicker. Goyle is looking at me with wide eyes, a blush already forming across his cheeks as I'm nearing him.

Once I'm standing next to his sitting form, I drag my hands slowly up his larger, muscular arms. Although he's notably known as one of the bigger guys within our year, he's quite muscular.

I bend my head down so my mouth is centimeters from his ear as I whisper seductively, "you're so strong, and it's very sexy."

I cringe slightly at my words, but I know it's all in good fun. Plus, I mean what I'm saying... his strength is one of his attractive features; perhaps it's his only feature I find attractive, but I would never admit that out loud. It's too mean.

"The way you carried Zacharias out of here earlier was so hot..." I add before giving him a kiss on the cheek and purposely prolonging it. As I start to walk back to my spot in between Blaise and Draco, I turn back around giving him a wink.

Goyle's face is fully red now as he gulps. He swiftly brings his eyes down to the ground, obviously unable to keep my gaze.

I smile to myself before sitting down. Everyone in the circle is letting out snickers and hushed whispers at what just happened. I see Crabbe slapping Goyle on the back, seemingly applauding him.

I grab my drink again from the coffee table and take a couple sips, bringing my gaze over to Blaise who's smirking at me.

"That was great. Probably gave Goyle the best night of his life," Blaise remarks with a laugh. "What did you even say to him?"

At this point, I think people are done with the game as everyone has split up from the circle and are talking and drinking in separate groups. It's only Blaise, Draco and I on the sofa.

"That's something that'll stay between him and I," I tease, earning a scoff from Draco. I ignore him as I try to continue talking with Blaise.

Unfortunately, I don't get another word in as Draco buds in with, "I can't believe you chose Goyle over—I don't know—me!? I'd even expect you to choose Pucey or Nott over him."

I snap my head over towards him, narrowing my gaze at his look of distaste.

"Bugger off, Draco. You're just upset I teased you."

His face falters for a second until it's replaced by his typical arrogant smirk.

"You know, Tonks, I never saw you as the cheeky type. But if you want to keep that up, you might want to get some tips from Zabini's mother—" his eyes flicker dangerously over to Blaise as he adds, "—isn't that right?"

It's known throughout Hogwarts, at least in our year, that Blaise's mom has remarried several times. Though, all of her past husbands have mysteriously died, which has led to some speculation about his mother possibly killing them all.

I don't necessarily think she did, but you can't help but to wonder.

Blaise leans over me on the sofa, bringing his face closer to Draco. His eyes seem to mimic the dark waters, full of fury but still cool and collected on the outside.

"Don't you dare talk about my mother like that, Malfoy."

"Tell me now, did your mummy poison your last step-daddy or did she push him off a cliff like the third one?" Draco taunts, seemingly egging on Blaise.

Blaise shoots up off the sofa, his jaw is tense as he gives Draco a deathly glare.

"You know, I'd rather have a dead father instead of one that treats me and everyone else like shit."

Draco immediately springs up from his seat as well; both of them are in each other's faces. Instead of watching them bicker even longer, I stand up pushing them both away from each other.

"Will you two stop acting like such prats?" I shift my gaze between both boys, noticing neither of them have stopped glaring at each other; I don't even think they really heard me.

Sighing, I say, "I'm going to go get a drink... or two."

With that I leave the two hotheads and make my way to the drink table. I grab another Pear Dazzle and drain it instantly. Debating if I should grab another, I look over to where the two boys were prior, noticing Blaise has left, leaving Draco sitting there with a scowl.

Shaking my head at the stick-in-the-mud, I grab a glass of pumpkin juice to sober me up a bit before making my way to where others are now dancing.

Instead of waiting for a partner, I let myself freely dance, getting lost in the music.