Victoria Nott

Daphne and I sit in our room, planning what we will wear for our little party in our dorm later that evening. The boys arrive in around an hour so I was by my wardrobe picking out something that would catch Draco's eye. I pull out a black silk dress, that reaches my mid-thighs, quite revealing but it will catch his eye.  It's a square neckline with thick straps revealing my shoulders.

Daphne lounges on her bed, flipping through a magazine, occasionally glancing up to critique my choices. "That one," she says with a smirk, nodding toward the black silk dress in my hands. "If you're trying to make Draco lose his mind, that'll do it."

I hold it up against myself, examining my reflection in the mirror. The fabric shimmers softly in the candlelight, clinging in all the right places and leaving just enough to the imagination. Paired with the right heels and a touch of red lipstick, I know it will demand his attention.

"Perfect," I murmur, hanging the dress on the wardrobe door. My heart flutters at the thought of his reaction, but I quickly mask it with a casual shrug. "Now, what about you? Don't tell me you're just going to sit there and let me steal all the spotlight."

Daphne chuckles, tossing the magazine aside. "Oh, darling, I never let anyone outshine me. But tonight, this show is all yours."

I give her a death glare as I pull out a similar dress in light pink, "This is more you Daph. Wear this and we will be unstoppable to those boys, including Blaise." I chuckle softly.

Daphne raises an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across her face. "Oh, really? Trying to make me your sidekick now?" She sits up, eyeing the dress I hold out. "I don't know... I think I might just take your advice and let Blaise get a glimpse of what he's been missing."

I can't help but laugh, tossing the dress onto her bed. "Trust me, you wear that, and he won't be able to keep his eyes off you. We'll have them both wrapped around our fingers by the end of the night."

She smirks, leaning back against her pillows. "I love how you think, but just remember, it's not about them. It's about us—looking amazing and having a damn good time." She picks up the dress, holding it against her. "Alright, I'll wear it. But only because I know you're right."

I nod, grinning widely. "That's the spirit. Let's give them a show they won't forget."

We both change into our new outfits, I look at Daphne and gasp loudly. "Damn girl you're so hot"

Daphne strikes a pose, her confident smile lighting up the room. The soft pink of the dress flatters her curves, and with her hair perfectly styled, she looks every bit the captivating beauty she was born to be. "Thanks, love," she says with a wink, turning to check herself in the mirror. "You're not so bad yourself, you know."

I laugh, pulling on my heels and applying the final touches to my makeup. My black silk dress clings to me in all the right places, and I feel a surge of confidence. Tonight is about having fun, and with Daphne by my side, I know we'll steal the show.

The clock ticks closer to the boys' arrival. The energy in the room is electric. "Ready?" I ask, glancing over at Daphne, who looks like she could take on the world.

"Always," she replies with a smirk.

We share one last look, a silent promise between us: tonight, nothing will hold us back. Then we open our door ready for the boys to enter.

***

After about 20 minutes of waiting, the boys turn up at the door of our room, already wasted supposedly.

The sound of loud, stumbling footsteps echoes down the hallway before the door to our room swings open. Draco and Blaise, already visibly tipsy, stagger inside, a bottle of firewhisky in Draco's hand. Their eyes immediately flicker over to us, and I can't help but feel a little rush of satisfaction at the way they pause, taking in our appearance.

"Well, well, well," Draco says with a smirk, his voice a bit slurred. "Look at you two. Who knew a couple of Slytherins could look this good?" His eyes sweep over me first, then Daphne, lingering for just a beat longer than necessary on both of us.

Blaise leans against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow as his gaze lands on Daphne. "Damn, you two really know how to make an entrance," he says, clearly impressed, though the way his eyes roam over her makes it clear he's a bit too far gone to hide his attraction.

I exchange a look with Daphne, sharing a silent, victorious moment. The boys may be a little drunk, but that doesn't stop the tension from thickening in the room. We've got their full attention now, and we're just getting started.

Daphne leans back against the bed, her smile teasing. "So, boys," she drawls, "What's it going to be? You've got us all to yourselves tonight."

I let out a soft laugh, taking a step forward. "But I think the real question is... can you keep up?"

Draco laughs. "Oh darling, we could all keep up with you, you're such a light weight"

I jam him in the side, "Is that a challenge, Malfoy?"

Draco lets out a sharp laugh as I jab him in the side, his eyes narrowing in playful challenge. "Oh, it's definitely a challenge," he says, his voice low, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But I'm not sure you're ready for it, sweetheart."

The air in the room feels charged now, every word hanging with unspoken tension. Blaise, still leaning against the doorframe, grins and shakes his head, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "You know, Draco, I think you're underestimating her," he says, his gaze flickering between me and Daphne. "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

I tilt my head, a smirk creeping onto my lips. "Oh, I love a good challenge. Just don't get mad when I end up winning, Malfoy."

Draco steps a little closer, his eyes locking onto mine, and for a moment, everything else in the room fades away. The teasing grin is still there, but there's something else behind his gaze now, something darker. "You think you can beat me?" he murmurs, his tone a little more serious now, the atmosphere thick with tension.

I raise an eyebrow, meeting his gaze head-on. "I don't just think it, Draco. I know it."

Daphne chuckles, but there's a gleam in her eyes as she watches the exchange. "Oh, this is going to be good," she says, crossing her arms. "Come on, boys. Show us what you've got."

The tension between Draco and me crackles, a silent dare hanging in the air, and I know, without a doubt, that the night is about to take a very interesting turn.

We all start drinking and smoking a lot, I'm not as affected as everyone else.

DRACO MALFOY

Draco leaned against the edge of Victoria's bed, his fingers loosely curled around a glass of fire whisky. His eyes, sharp and stormy, flicked to Victoria, who was laughing with a group by the fireplace. Every time she tilted her head or touched her hair, his jaw tightened imperceptibly. He didn't care, or so he told himself, even as he replayed every word she'd said earlier in the evening.

Pansy tugged at his sleeve, her patience wearing thin. "Draco, let's go. You're just standing here brooding, and it's pathetic. Let's go to your room and play around"

He shrugged her off, his gaze never leaving Victoria. "I'm not brooding, and I'm certainly not staying because of her. Let's go." But his knuckles whitened on the glass as Victoria turned, her laugh cutting through the room like a charm gone wrong. Him and Pansy walk out which catches Victoria's attention.

Draco finally let Pansy drag him toward the exit, his usual cool indifference replaced with a sharp edge of irritation. As they passed through the doorway, he chanced one last glance over his shoulder. Victoria's laughter had stopped, and she was watching them, her expression unreadable.

Pansy noticed too, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Looks like someone finally noticed you're leaving."

Draco scoffed, shoving his hands into his coat pockets as they stepped into the crisp night air. "She can watch all she likes. Makes no difference to me." But the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes betrayed him, and Pansy wasn't fooled for a second.

I see her chuckle as I begin to leave with Pansy, my blood boiling that she's swaying her hips with Daphne, it should be me. I'm hypnotized and she loves watching me scramble. Her hips start to sway more, making me stop in my tracks.

Oh my the hip swaying, all i want is for those hips to be grinding onto mine. I feel blood rushing below my belt. Control yourself Malfoy, control yourself.

VICTORIA NOTT

Victoria caught the subtle shift in Draco's posture as he turned to leave with Pansy, his usual arrogance faltering for just a moment. A small smile tugged at her lips—she'd seen the way his eyes lingered, dark and smoldering, as if she were the only thing keeping him tethered to the room.

With Daphne's playful nudge, she exaggerated the sway of her hips, feeling his gaze burn into her like fire. She didn't even have to look back to know he'd stopped in his tracks. A thrill shot through her; she had him, even if he'd never admit it.

"Careful, Vic," Daphne whispered, barely containing her grin. "You might make the poor boy combust."

Victoria giggled, letting the sound float through the air like a spell designed just for him. She couldn't help herself—there was something deliciously satisfying about watching the usually unflappable Draco Malfoy unravel.

She glanced over her shoulder, catching the way his jaw clenched and his fists tightened at his sides. His gray eyes locked with hers, full of something raw and unspoken that sent a shiver down her spine.

Still, she arched an eyebrow and tossed her hair, a silent dare. If he wanted to play this game, she'd make sure he was the one left scrambling, not her. She was never the one to back down from a fight, no matter what.

Victoria smirked to herself, watching Draco's stormy gaze follow her every move. He thought he was so subtle, but she knew better. He was obsessed with her, even if he'd rather hex himself than admit it. Every cutting remark, every lingering look—he wasn't fooling anyone, least of all her.

And Pansy? That was just Draco being predictable. Shagging her was nothing more than his desperate attempt to get under Victoria's skin. It never worked, though. If anything, it only made him look more pathetic, like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost. He's always been a player and I will never let him get under my skin. I never back down from a battle.

But as his jaw tightened and his eyes darkened, she let her hips sway again, just to remind him who really had the upper hand.

Victoria's smirk deepened as she caught sight of Theo across the room, his sharp eyes narrowing at the way Draco was watching her. Her twin brother had always been fiercely protective, but when it came to Draco, it was a whole different story.

Theo didn't like how obsessed Draco was with her—he never had. And the fact that Draco was his best friend only made it worse. Theo had warned her more than once, in his low, serious tone, to keep her distance from Malfoy. "He's trouble, Vic," Theo had said just last week, his jaw tight with frustration. "And not the fun kind."

But she couldn't help herself. There was something intoxicating about the power she held over Draco, something thrilling about watching him, the golden boy of Slytherin, completely unravel whenever she was near. She loved toying with him, and he loved it more.

Draco, for his part, didn't seem to care about Theo's disapproval—or maybe he did, and that only made him more reckless. The way he looked at her now, like he wanted to devour her and throttle her all at once, said he'd long since given up trying to hide how much she consumed his thoughts.

Theo's glare sharpened as Draco hesitated near the doorway, his focus still locked on Victoria. She could practically hear the inevitable argument brewing between the two boys, and she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed stirring the pot. After all, it wasn't her fault Draco couldn't control himself.

Daphne tugged Victoria along the dimly lit corridor, both of them stifling giggles as they approached the slightly ajar door to Draco's room. "I can't believe we're doing this," Victoria whispered, though the mischievous sparkle in her eyes betrayed her excitement.

Inside, muffled sounds filtered through—the low hum of Pansy's voice and the creak of the mattress. Victoria rolled her eyes, about to pull Daphne away, when Draco's voice cut through the air, raw and unmistakable: "Victoria..."

Both girls froze. Daphne slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from bursting into laughter, while Victoria's cheeks flamed red. "Did he just—?" Daphne whispered, her voice trembling with suppressed glee.

"Shut up," Victoria hissed, but the grin tugging at her lips was impossible to hide.

As they crept away, Daphne was practically vibrating with excitement. "We are so bringing this up in Potions tomorrow," she whispered, her voice full of wicked delight.

"Oh, absolutely," Victoria said, smirking despite herself. "Let's see how Malfoy handles a dose of humiliation."