Christmas passed by fast. Presents, butterbeer, all sorts of normal and uneventful things. It was now New Years Eve and all the remaining students at Hogwarts were invited to an outdoor firework bash. It mostly consisted of Slytherins, a few Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, and two Hufflepuffs. "They won't be letting us have Firewhiskey? That's bs." I say to my dorm mates who are currently changing.
"They think we'll get 'out of hand'" Zabini laughs.
All of the Slytherins are wearing the uniforms without the robes, and made it look crazy. Some had fading charms in their hair to temporarily make it green, some had face-paint. I'm not that type of person so I just unbuttoned my shirt at the top and let my tie hang loose around my collar. "Flint what are you doing?" I ask confused as to why he's tying his tie... Around his head.
"I'm going crazy this year." He says still trying to keep it in place.
Nothing else but that simple answer. "Because of your new snogging buddy?"
"Yes Malfoy." Flint replies as he turns around; his tie firmly in place.
I look at Zabini and we snort at him. We turn our attention to the excited screams of Slytherins outside our dorm.
"You ready?" I hear a familiar voice.
"Yeah, let's go." Another voice comes by but it's female like. Blanchard.
I decide to let my jealousy get the better of me and turn to Zabini and Flint. "Let's follow the rest." They surprisingly agree without any question, and my statements were right. I see Pucey and Blanchard leave the common room with her friends. I'm hoping they don't notice us following but Flint made that impossible as he calls out for Reeve. She turns around and greets him by jumping in his arms. That caught the attention of Pace and Blanchard. She looks at me, but then is interrupted by Pucey kissing her cheek. She giggles in surprise and turns to peck him on the lips softly. I form a fist in my pocket, but decide to forget about it for now.
The professors went all out for this one.
The medium sized tent outside on the fields reminded me of the ones used at the Quidditch World Cup. As I entered with Zabini and Flint, everyone was already there. The tent ceiling was enchanted just like in the Great Hall; instead it showed infinite fireworks the size of my palm. The professors weren't supervising, they had a meeting. The walls were dark blue and a disco-ball reflected several shades of colours around the room. There were glass tables in every corner and I could spot a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff snogging. Bloody hell I wish I could have unseen that.
Rumours started to spread overtime that someone put a charm on the Firewhiskey to make it look like butterbeer. My friends and I gladly took a cup and made our way to three armchairs. "Watch out, snogging buddy coming over." I nudge my head towards Marion Reeve heading this way. She didn't seem like herself, she mustn't have known about the charm. She quickly made her way to Flint and sat on his lap crossing her legs. "Hey Reeve." She turns my way, still not wiping the drunk smirk off her face. "Did you know about the Firewhiskey charm?" I say looking at Flint who has his head in his palms.
"What charm?" Knowing Reeve she snapped out of it quickly.
"They put a charm on the Firewhiskey to make it seem like butterbeer, just incase the professors came in."
She quickly stands up; damn that wore off fast. She surely didn't take more than a few sips. "Oh mother trucker." She mumbled under her breath. She ran to what seemed like Blanchard who's lost her boyfriend. She looked more intoxicated than ever. She must've fallen for it.
"Damn you Malfoy." Flint says lowered in his seat, looking like a pouty two year old.
From what I could make out from the other side was that Blanchard was too drunk to care about what she was saying. Reeve eventually gave up but grabbed her arm before she went out to dance. They had a 'friendly' argument before what seemed as if Blanchard convinced her to drink it. Reeve surprisingly liked it as her eyes lit up and she took another cup. I laughed silently. I always knew Blanchard had a persuasive side. They stopped and Blanchard found me watching her. She winked at me and brought out her finger gesturing me to come over. Should I do it? She doesn't even know what she's doing. I started walking over when she was interrupted by Pucey asking her to dance; she then suddenly forgot about me. Why does he show up at these moments.
I walk back to my seat and my friends were clapping sarcastically.
"Nice try." Zabini sighs before continuing. "Now if you'll excuse me." His eyebrows lift when Liv Thora waves him over seductively.
"I guess it's just you and m-"
"Nope sorry mate. It's just you." Flint pats my knee before adjusting his tie wrapped around his head and making his way over to his snogging buddy whose dress strap is slumped over her shoulder.
I try to ignore the fact that I was a loner at this moment. Usually at these parties I would have five girls crawling for my attention... But this year I just wanted one.
I walked to the drink table and got another sip of the 'butterbeer'. I was used to these types of drinks, it didn't affect me. Then I see Blanchard literally grinding herself on Pucey to the up-beat music. It just made me want to be him even more. She had her arm around his neck and they pushed against each other until she turned, her head still on his shoulder and she pulled her head back, he kissed her neck. She had her bottom brushed up against his private part, which made me nearly crush my cup. They were the centre of attention on that dance floor, which sickened me even more. I never thought I'd say this but I wish the professors were here; they would've stopped them before you could say 'wizard'.
Pucey then made the brave idea to go to the bathroom and he left her there alone, but she was still swaying to the music. A Ravenclaw grabbed her hand and she didn't refuse. He twirled her around and dipped her, I could hear her laughing when she came back to his chest. The way her hair looked made her seem even more bloody gorgeous. She stumbled out of the crowd and she saw me again. She held steady of her balance and she decided to walk over to me, just like dare night. She finally made her way to me but she kept her distance.
"Malfoy."
"Blanchard."
"You look bored as hell. C'mon dance with me; I'm sure my boyfriend won't mind if I don't go too crazy." She smirks, her black hair covering her left eye. She offers her hand and without thinking, I take her offer.
She leads me to the centre and everyone makes a clearing. Blanchard owned this place. She then lets go of my hand and turns to me, she fluffs up her hair and starts swaying again. Then she starts to whip her hair in a loop, and she stops to grab the back of my neck. I stand there in shock, as she slithers her body against mine, I can't help but respond. I open her legs with my thigh and she continues to dance. She stops, teasing me and I grab her hand twirling her several times.
The next thing she did surprised me. She stopped and did the middle splits. I could hear everyone cheering but it was muffled as I watched her stand up and start gliding again. I could tell she loved to dance, the way she lost herself in the music. Everyone stopped and my hearing came back. All the students in the tent turned their heads outside, nobody made the choice of going before Pucey came back and grabbed Alana's hand.
"It's starting." Were the only two words he said to make Alana jump up in excitement. They were the first to leave and everyone followed them. I stand back to see Thora and Zabini leave at the same time. Reeve was getting off of Flint on a chair and from his eyes, he definitely enjoyed his time. He darted his look to me and he mouthed a 'phew'. I laughed mentally to join the others outside. There were fireworks of all sorts of shapes in the sky. There was a Slytherin symbol that sparked up and we all cheered and whistled. Then Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff. Then there were numbers, and everyone repeated.
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
...
Then all sorts of fireworks bursted at the same time continuously and me and Flint stayed at the back to watch everyone kiss, hug, jump, and snog. I searched the crowd to find Alana jump up and wrap her legs around Pucey's waist. He helped her up by her bum and right then I was about to knock the lights out of him. They started snogging like crazy. Even more so than everyone else here combined. He started kissing her neck and she tilted her head back in pleasure, and that made me wipe away all the happiness I ever had in my life. It was worse than a dementor. I frowned, and I didn't care that if everyone payed attention, they would see the hurt in my eyes as I watched Alana enjoying her time.
Flint noticed and patted my back, "It's alright mate."
But it really wasn't.