Potter and I were sitting on the far end of the staircase. Because the staircase went into a spiral, even if someone dared to go past Draco, who was standing guard, they wouldn't see us sitting together right away. The steps were quite wide, yet without a second thought I had sat down right next to him. Our shoulders touching, and our knees brushing against each other ever so slightly, causing flashes of heat soaring though my body with every touch.
"You look really beautiful," he says, his green eyes fixated on my dress.
"You like the dress?"
"I love the dress."
"Good, because I wore it for you."
He pulled his eyes away from the dress, now looking into mine. I had surprised myself with my statement, since I hadn't planned on being so blunt about it. Potter seemed to be quite content with it, a small smirk appearing on his lips. I hadn't seem him smirk before, he always just had this adorable smile on his face. It hadn't gone unnoticed to me that he had looked a little different tonight anyway, and part of me hoped it was for the exact same reason I had chosen to wear a red dress.
I've seen Potter in casual clothes quite often, and even at parties he didn't tend to dress up a lot, he was either wearing a hoodie or a flannel. While I liked the casual look on him, I really liked the way he looked right now as well. He had put some product in his hair, an attempt to slick his hair back. However little strands of his black hair still fell forward onto his forehead, which I personally found really attractive.
He wore black jeans, a little tighter than usual, with a black t-shirt and a black button-down, which he had left open, on top of it. I comparison with my Slytherin guy friends, the complete black outfit of Potter was still considered casual, but I knew that for him it wasn't, and I wanted to make sure that he knew his efforts hadn't gone unnoticed, not by me at least.
I put my hand on his upper thigh, my thump making small circles on his jeans. I could see him looking at where I had placed my hand, his adam's apple bobbing up and down, before looking in my eyes again.
"You look really hot in black Potter," I say, with a little squeeze on his thigh. Again, a lot more forward than I had wanted to. I tend to get a bit more straightforward when I was intoxicated, but with only a few sips of butterbeer this evening, that was hardly the case. Potter didn't seem to mind my candid at all, again a smirk appearing on his lips.
My body felt hot, exceptionally so. It wasn’t the usual heat flushes that went to my cheeks whenever I was with him, I felt fuzzy, my fingertips tingling. I started to feel everything more intensely, the rough material of his jeans, the cold, stone step underneath me, the soft material of my dress on my body.
I was starring at his lips as if it was the most interesting thing I have ever seen in my life. I moved my body more sideways, my free hand reaching out to his face. All I could think about was how his lips would feel, and before I know it my fingertips were softly tracing his lips.
"Potter, do you ever wonder how my lips would feel?" I ask him, completely in awe of how soft his lips felt against my fingers. When I didn't get a reply, it was as if I broke out of some sort of trance, dropping my hand. I blinked a few times before looking up, making eye contact again. The realisation of what I had done kicked in, making me create some more distance between us by shuffling back a little bit, no longer touching him at all.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I- I'm sorry," I stammer.
Suddenly his right hand was under my chin, lifting it up, his other hand on my waist to pull me closer again. The heat that had slowly started to disappear, came back even more intense than before, burning where he touched me.
"You have no idea how badly I- Zara, all I can think about- I- I want to kiss you. But Malfoy- and I don't know how much you've had to drink-"
"You want to kiss me?"
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself a little before moving forward and straddling myself against his lap. I let one of my hands glide downwards, feeling the soft material of his black button down, my other hand resting on his neck.
I could hear him swallow deeply, before opening his mouth.
"Yes- But I don't want to kiss you when you're drunk," he mumbles, avoiding eye contact, a red tint colouring his cheeks.
"I've only had one butterbeer," I whisper, moving so close that I can feel the warmth of his breathing on my face.
"It's just- you seem different."
While one of his hands was still on my hip, I took the other one and put it on my lower back before grabbing the collar of his button down with my hands and pulling his upper body against mine. I wanted to feel him more, I wanted him to touch me more.
"Kiss me, Potter," I whisper, my lips only a few centimetres from his. His grip on my waist tightens before he leans in and I close my eyes, waiting with anticipation for his lips to touch mine.
"Don't you fucking dare," I suddenly hear Draco growl. I feel a hand on my shoulder, roughly yanking me away from Potter.
"Draco, what the fuck-"
"There was something in your drink Zara, I guess Blaise isn't the only one who can make the emotion enhancing potion," he snarls, his eyes on Potter.
"Draco you can't possible think he would spike my drink," I say, understanding with Draco was insinuating. Potter who was now standing as well, shook his head.
"Malfoy, I would never do that to her. I swear," he then says. And while I knew he wouldn't, Draco didn't seem too convinced. His hand was still on my arm, gripping it tightly. His breathing was rapid, his eyes never once breaking away from Potter. The realisation of how Draco had known my drink was tampered with, set in. He must've drank out of my cup and felt the effects of it himself.
I put my hand on his, grabbing his attention. He breaks away his stare from Potter, and looks at me instead.
"Draco, it's okay. Like Blaise said, it only enhances emotions. I- Nothing happened that I didn't already want to happen," I admit, feeling my face and neck warm up with the embarrassment of having to admit my feelings not only in front of Draco, but also Potter. "It all just felt more intense."
Although I didn't appreciate someone spiking my drink at all, I would lie if I said I hadn't enjoyed the feeling of the potion. I know understood why Pansy had admitted that she had used the potion a few times herself when she and Theodore were hooking up. If I had felt this good with just a few touches of Potters hands, I could only begin to imagine how good his lips would feel under the influence of the potion. Thinking about kissing Potter, made my eyes find their way back to his lips, biting on my own, wanting once again to be closer to him.
"For fuck's sake Zara, we should go now. Before you do something you'll regret," Draco mutters. I take his hand from my arm, releasing myself from his grip, and instead put my hands on Potter's shoulders.
"I want to stay with Potter."
"Zara, I swear to god, do I need to carry you out of here, because I will-"
"You should go with him," Potter says. He tugs a strand of my hair behind my ear with an affectionate smile on his lips. I liked this, I liked how he looked at me right now. I shook my head.
"I want to stay," I mumble, letting my head rest against his chest. Listening to the rapid beating of his heart. I grin, glad to hear I had this effect on him.
"The potion, does it really only amplify the emotions she already has?" Potter asks.
"Yes, it only enhances the emotions and feelings, so for instance I would usually just want to punch you, but instead now, with the potion in my system, I would gladly go down to Azkaban for murder," Draco speaks roughly.
Draco words seemed to snap me out of my hazy state, pulling myself back from Potter. I felt the guilt in the pit of my stomach. I know Draco only meant to protect me, and all I did was clutch myself onto his nemesis, without even taking Draco's feelings into consideration. Although I don't want to leave, it was the right thing to do.
"I'm sorry-" I begin, but Potter just smiled at me.
"It's okay, you should listen to him," he says, motioning to Draco. I nod, turning around to face Draco. I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me down the stairs before I could change my mind.
As we moved between the crowd of people, the music, the talking and the bumping of dancing people into me felt overwhelming. I looked at Draco, who had a pained expression as well.
"Let's go home," I scream in an attempt to be heard above the loud music playing. My words seemed to calm him down as he nods and with his hand still in mine, now pulls me with him in a fast paced manner until we are finally outside Gryffindor tower.
Volgende chapter zal vanuit Draco's pov zijn, dus hopelijk vinden jullie dat wat! Deze was extra lang, omdat het iets langer duurde allemaal. Hope you enjoyed it <3