《Baby Daddy》1. The Party
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"Hurry up! You're taking forever!" Ashley said whilst banging on the bathroom door.
"I wasn't the one that wanted to go remember, but you kept on nagging me so let me take my damn time!" I shouted back whilst slipping on my tight fitted blue dress.
"Okay, okay. We're gonna be late though..." she spoke quietly hoping I wouldn't hear her.
"I heard that! You can't fucking be late to a Slytherin party, they practically party all night". I touched up my mascara then walked out of the bathroom door to grab my shoes.
"Fina-fucking-lly", she cheered whilst jumping off her bed and walking over to the bathroom. "You look hot by the way".
"Shut up", I said whilst throwing a jumper in her direction, but she was already in the bathroom before it could hit her. I huffed then walked over to my wardrobe to grab some shoes. I decided to go with just some simply black heels.
A few minutes later Ashley walked out the bathroom and came over to me and linked her arm with mine, "ready?" she asked.
"Yes, now lets get this stupid party over with". I don't know how Ash managed to persuade me to go to this party, especially as it was being hosted by the Slytherins. I would much rather be snuggled up in my bed reading, or studying since our OWL exams were only a month away. But here I am, walking through the hallway on my way to the Slytherin Common Room.
"Finally, you girls took your time", Grayson spoke as we walked towards him, leaning against the entrance of the Slytherin Common Room, "I've been standing out here waiting for you for God knows how long".
"Sorry but someone", Ashley said nudging me in the ribs "doesn't know how to manage their time and decide to take forever to get changed".
"And that someone would rather be in bed right now reading her favourite book", I said whilst rubbing my side where Ash hit her elbow into me.
"Okay, enough. Now let's get inside and show those motherfuckers how to party like a true Ravenclaw", Gray said whilst dragging us inside.
"I hate to break it to you Gray, but I don't think anyone wants to party like a Ravenclaw."
As soon as we entered the room the smell of alcohol hit me and I started to feel sick, but I didn't want to say anything as that would prove Ash right because I was not a 'teachers pet' and I knew how to have fun. Or at least that is what I liked to tell myself.
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"Right, lets go get some drinks", Ash shouted over the blaring music, pulling me over to the drinks table, which was just a table covered in a cloth with some plastic cups and alcohol bottles on top. Her eyes scanned the table for a few seconds until she grabbed a bottle of what looked to be some sort of red alcohol or something and poured them into two cups, before handing me one.
I smelt the cup them decided I wasn't going to drink it because who knows what's in it and where it has been. "So... what now?" I asked nervously, not knowing what to do because I had only ever been to Ravenclaw parties and they were more like giant book clubs or study sessions.
"We dance of course!" She dragged me over to an area where a large group of people were swaying to the upbeat music.
"No, no, no, no, no", I said trying to pull away from her grip but it was too strong and she pulled me back.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Come on just go like this", she swayed her hips to the beat and, with a bit of reluctance, I eventually joined in. I hated to admit this but I was actually having a bit of fun.
A few songs had passed by now and I getting a bit hot and sweaty so decided to take a break. "I'll be back in a minute", I said to Ashley but she was too engrossed in the music to hear me so I just walked off in hopes to find some water, instead of the the alcohol that was in my hand. I pushed my way through the crowd of people until I accidentally bumped into someone, spilling my red beverage all over they clean white shirt.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going", I quickly said. I looking up to the owner of the shirt I had just ruined, and it was none other than Draco Malfoy. I hadn't really spoken to him before as he never tormented me because I was Pureblood and had a well known family but, even though our moms were great friends, we never really spoke and he would probably rather avoid me as I was a Ravenclaw.
"Watch it you little-" he began before looking at me and realising who it was. "Oh, it's just you", he shrugged.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I said slightly offended and confused by what he said.
"It means our mothers are friends and she'd probably murder me if I was rude to you", he said.
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I was surprised he didn't say anything about me ruining his probably expensive white shirt so I gave him a look of confusion before replying with, "oh, okay".
"It doesn't mean I want to talk to you though so don't go thinking we're friends or some stupid shit like that", he scoffed and I rolled my eyes. So much for not being rude.
I looked down at my dress and realised I had also spilt the drink all over my dress as well, which turned parts of it an ugly purple and brown colour. "Fuck, Ash is gonna kill me".
"Come", he said whilst dragging me across the room. I was reluctant at first but eased up slightly and went with him when I realised he couldn't do anything bad as he knew I would tell my moms, who would tell Narcissa.
"Where are we going?" I asked as he continued to pull me through the crowd of people towards a darkened corridor which I guessed led to the dormitories.
"Did I say you could speak?!" he said sharply.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry Slytherin Prince, I forgot I had to ask for your permission to speak", I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
"Just shut up", he spat, obviously not used to people talking back to him, before leading me into a door which I assume was his room. As we entered I saw there was only one double bed and none others. I then realised that he must be lucky enough to have his own room.
"Wow, being Slytherin Prince has its advantages", I spoke, not caring that he literally just told me to shut up. Why would I let a ferret tell me what to do?
"Being a prefect has its advantages", he corrected me. I was shocked for a second that he didn't say something rude back, but that turned into curiosity when he walked over to a large set of drawers in the corner of his room.
"What're you doing?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
"Why do you ask so many questions?" he snapped back, annoyance growing on his face.
"I just wanna check I'm not getting kidnapped or something", I spoke, trying to relieve some of the awkward tension that was growing in the air.
"Do I look like a fucking kidnapper to you?" he spat, still looking through his drawers.
"Well actually you do kind of-", I began but was cut off by something being thrown at my face. I caught it in my hands before it fell to the floor and started to inspect it.
Draco saw the curiosity in my face and said "it's a t-shirt, you know, because you're dress has drink on it". He sounded a bit nervous and I swear I saw him blush a bit but I was sure it was just the lighting.
"Oh, um- thanks", I said, not really knowing what to say to a Draco that was being nice. Well, not really knowing what to say to him at all.
He started to unbutton his shirt, to change into another one that wasn't covered in my drink, making my eyes widened. He saw my reaction and smugly spoke, "What? Never seen a boy shirtless before?"
"I- no- um..." I stuttered, not knowing what to say.
"Relax, I'm kidding". Did Draco Malfoy just tell a joke? I never thought I'd see the day. He continued, "Are you gonna get changed then?" and I froze not knowing what to do. He saw me hesitate and said "Chill, I won't look", then he spun around continuing to unbutton his shirt.
I paused for a second before deciding it was safe and turned around myself to get changed. I quickly slipped out of dress and slipped on the shirt which was pretty much already a dress on me as it was way too big.
I waited a couple of seconds before saying "Are you done?" Silence answered me back so I was about to ask again until I felt a pair of cold hands grab hold of my waist.
I shivered slightly at the contact before slowly turning around and looking up at his icy blue eyes. He lent down so his mouth was right next to my ear and whispered "not a word to anyone about this, okay? If anyone found out I was actually nice, my reputation would be ruined", he chuckled as I nodded, then I gulped nervously only just realising how close we were. I could feel his breath against my neck and it sent shivers down my spine.
He responded to this by placing a kiss on my neck, just beneath my ear causing me to suck in a breath. Enjoying my reaction, he placed another, then another, then another and before I knew it we were falling onto his bed, our clothes long gone as we became one.
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Authors Note:
This is my first ever story so I hope it is okay. Please do let me know on how I can improve or what you would like to see later on in the book xx
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