"Hey, what're you doing later tonight?" Pansy asked to catch up to you after lunch. Slowing down your pace, you turned to face her and sighed, "I don't know? Not much, maybe just catch up on some late homework." before you could even turn around and take another step the girl grabbed your wrist, "Don't give me that bullshit, Rosier. I know you've finished everything from this month and maybe even next month's work!"

Flabbergasted you tried to defend yourself, acting as if what she said wasn't true. "What! Come on, I've only finished this month. Tonight is when I'll finish next month's work."

She rolled her eyes at you and you scoffed playfully, "Keep rolling your eyes and maybe you'll find a brain back there."

"Haha, funny." She deadpanned to you before grabbing a hold onto your shoulders. "Y/n! Come with me tonight, please! It's Christmas break!"

Skeptically you eyed her, "Depends on where?"

"To a party, Ravenclaw common room." she exclaimed excitedly.

"I don't know pan-" she cut you off quickly, "Please! That guy from Ravenclaw will be there!"

You gave her a look, signaling to her that you had no idea what she was talking about.

Finally, you both had reached the slytherin common room and you were still thinking about that guy? Who was she talking about?

Plopping yourself on the couch next to her you asked, "Who in the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"Y/n! You cannot be serious right now!" she gasped, standing up immediately.

"I am! I don't know who you're talking about?"

"Who are we talking about?" Theo said walking into the conversation and taking a seat next to you, comfortably he wrapped his arm around you.

"Jacob Smith from Ravenclaw, the blonde who's been giving you heart eyes everyday?!"

You sat there, blankly staring. You had no idea he had been looking at you all this time.

"Ohh!" Theo exclaimed in realization, "Yeah, Y/n! He's been looking at you for the past two weeks. How could you have not noticed?"

"I-I guess I never noticed, I mean he's cute and all but I don't know if I'm ready for a relationship." you winced out, he was attractive but posh and kind of cocky, but he had his good moments.

"Come on, Y/n! Jacob Smith? He's the heartthrob of the Ravenclaws! You've got to try him out, at least for me!" She pleaded you, desperately just wanting you to find somebody.

"Disgusting, Parkinson. He's only got half the charm I have." Theo said sarcastically in a smug voice.

"Oh, I didn't know we were playing charades?" You spat out laughing.

"Ooh! Let me guess!" Pansy exclaimed before pretending to quizzically think who he could have been."Mhm...This is so hard–Draco!"

"Someone call for me?" this time it wasn't Theo talking. Pansy rolled her eyes watching him descend so gracefully from the stairs to the common room. "No one sent for you, you just have the hearing of a dog."

"At least I don't look it, Parkinson." he retorted, taking a seat on the opposite couch from you. His comment caused her to scowl and mutter a few words of poison before she ultimately decided he wasn't worth her time.

"I'm going to choose to ignore him." she stated, trying to be in a calmer state, which was quickly replaced with excitement, "Anyway, Y/n! You have to try out Jacob Smith! Please, I really do think he could be the one!"

"Try him out? Pansy he's not a toy." You laughed at her, thinking she was absolutely insane. "And maybe the one for you, not me."

Draco scoffed, a butter laugh rolling off his tongue. "Smith? What would he want with Rosier? She's filthy. Blood and money could never replace the filth of a witch you are."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed back, spewing venom. "And who asked you to butt in, Malfoy? I sure as hell don't remember."

A cold smirk laced his pink lips, "Of course you don't, you have the intelligence of a spoon and memory of a goldfish."

"So now you're comparing me to an object and fish? Wow, man of the year award goes to you. Want a damn cookie? Maybe some warm milk on the side." you spat out carelessly, as you folded your arms against your chest, looking in the opposite direction of him. Due to the fact you weren't looking you didn't catch onto the fact that the blonde was throwing daggers at Theo who had his arm thrown around you. A scowl was embarked on his features.

"Didn't know you and Nott were a thing, Rosier." he said, eyeing the both of you, causing Theo to remove his arm from you and now your focus was back on the blonde. "Didn't know he'd swoop that low." He stated matter of factly.

Theo began to speak, defending both of you, "We're not–" well, that was before you cut him off.

'There's a lot of things you don't know, Malfoy. Like how to shut your damn mouth. Bet your mummy never taught you."

"I know there's a lot your mummy didn't teach you, Rosier. Like how to–"

"Okay!" Pansy said loud enough to shut the both of you up, "Let's stop talking about each other's mums before someone ends up with a bleeding nose."

"Yeah, Malfoy." You said smugly, pressing your back into the leather couch even more and rolling your eyes.

"You better be careful with what you say, Rosier." he gritted through his teeth.

"Or what? Are you going to write a letter to your daddy about me? Tell him I miss keeping your mum's side of the bed warm."

"That's It, Rosier." He barked out, standing up and stalking towards you causing Theo and Pansy to immediately get in between the two of you.

"Woah, calm down, Malfoy." Theo told Draco, trying to talk to him guy to guy. Which only caused Draco's anger to increase, "Why don't you tell your bitch to shut her filthy mouth then?"

"Don't call her that!" Pansy yelled in your defense.

"Let me guess, you both are sucking Nott's dick?" Malfoy claimed as if he had said something that was absolutely one hundred percent true.

"You're a sick dog, Malfoy! You are disgusting! As if you haven't gone through half the girls here!" you screamed, trying to break through the barrier theo and pansy had created with their bodies protecting the both of you from each other. The argument had started to catch the attention of others as other students began to swarm in from Christmas shopping at Hogsmeade.

"Please, Rosier. You are the definition of a whore!" he spit out with venom. The air had become thick in the room, silence was ringing in your ears as anger plummeted and rushed through your body. "I'm a whore? Why don't you take a look in the mirror, Malfoy! Now that's what a fucking whore looks like!"

"I bet you'd know that hmm? Because every damn morning you see one."

"Yeah and that's when I see your arse at breakfast!" you shouted angrily, your retort causing Pansy to let out a small snort while Theo tried his best to not let you to Draco cause not even Godrick would have known what would've happened.

"If I'm the whore why would I be the one dreaming about someone I hate?" he smirked cruelly.

The wind was knocked out of you–what was he talking about? "Wha–What are you talking about?!"

"Don't act like you don't know, Rosier. I told you, a flick of a damn wand and I know everything."

—

Finally Pansy was able to get you back into the dorm. Pushing the door open she guided you to your bed where you laid slumped. "Ugh," You groaned, turning to face your pillow and screaming, taking out your frustration on it.

Pansy sat on her bed, trying to pronounce the right spell to fold her clothes so that she could fit them in her luggage.

Even in the state of your anger, hearing Pansy constantly get the spell wrong made you want to be at least somewhat helpful in her situation. Pulling your wand from underneath your pillow, you casted the spell which neatly folded her clothes.

Letting out a sigh of relief Pansy smiled at you, "Thanks, Y/n. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You snorted at her confession, "It's no problem, Pans."

A beat of silence settled between the two of you before pansy spoke, "I'll have to go home after tonight."

"What?" You exclaimed immediately shooting up from your bed. "Pansy, I thought you said you were staying here with me for the break?"

She sighed, as if she were also upset she had to leave. "I know–and I would love to, don't get me wrong! But my parents are making me go to Paris, they say it's a business trip and that I need to go for more 'experience'." She complained to you and pronounced the last word in a french accent as she flopped back onto her bed.

"Well, if you're leaving tomorrow, so as Blaise and Theo–" A realization struck you, "I'll be stuck here with Malfoy!"

"I know! I'm so sorry! He's been such an arsehole to you lately, I don't know what's wrong with him." she said softly as she got up to get her luggage underneath her bed, pulling it out she continued, "Before, I mean he didn't say much to you or any of us. But now it seems he just wants to pick a fight with you?"

"He and Greengrass have something up their asses. Maybe she convinced him that I'm the worst person to walk these grounds." you laughed quietly at the last sentence. You couldn't tell what kind of laugh it was but it made your stomach twist.

"I would believe that!" The dark haired girl agreed, wagging her index finger to show her support.

"Like, God! He's just been so rude to me and usually I wouldn't lash out at just anyone but there's something about him to where I can't contain myself–I have to say something!" You groaned angrily and punched your pillow.

"Honestly though, " Pansy said before scoffing, "I know he's been our friend since the beginning but someone needed to put his arse in his place and I think if anyone, you've been doing a good job at it. Maybe that's why he keeps arguing with you–Maybe he fancies you Y/n, or gets off on it!"

"Ew, gross! Pansy! No, why would you say that!" you whined, laughing and tossing a pillow at her. The pillow hit the side of her hair making her grumble before shaking it off, "Hey! Not my fault you made me read that dumb book and now I'm delusional–Oh my gosh, you're turning me into you!"

"No, no, Pansy. Trust me you are still the same Pansy you were yesterday, last month and last year." you laughed in her face.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes smiling.

"You know?" you started, "I'll go to that stupid party tonight."

Now that caught her attention, "What! You will! Really?!" She screamed happily, grabbing your hands jumping up and down. "Yes, now stop acting so crazy or I'll change my mind." you said with a wide grin.

"Please, you love me too much." Pansy retorted.

"Sure I do." you said sarcastically before speaking excitedly, "Okay, let's get ready!"

—

"You sure I don't look dumb?" you asked your best friend as you both stood in the mirror with matching outfits. You in a red dress, Pansy in a white one and just for the fun of it you both wore santa hats.

"No, silly! You look so hot, Y/n! Smith won't be able to keep his hands off you!" she smirked.

"This is why I need you around, Pansy! You're my own personal hypewoman!" you laughed as you flicked the cotton ball attached to her hat.

"Come on, Y/n! Let's go!"

—

Arriving at the Ravenclaw common room, colors bounced off the room like a kaleidoscope and smoke blurred the faces of people dancing and grinding on each other. This was totally your scene.

The room was packed, it seemed that some people who had left for break were back just for this party. Arm in arm with pansy she guided you to where the drinks were. Pouring both you and her a shot of firewhiskey, you both downed it quickly. You forgot how much alcohol stung.

"Is there no chaser around here?" you asked the guy behind the little drink bar, "No, ma'am." he responded with a clear smirk as he eyes you up and down, his eyes lingering at your breast. He looked to be around your age, maybe even a little older.

You were quite aware of his eyes but couldn't bring yourself to care. He continued speaking, "But I can give you something else to swallow."

You laughed his comment off, "Get me four more shots and I might just take you up on that offer."

"I'm looking forward to it, little lady." he said smugly, passing you the four shots you had asked for.

Walking away Pansy shook her head laughing at you, "Y/n, we aren't pussies! You should've asked for more–and I am so proud of you! You just pussy whipped that guy."

"I haven't drank in months, Pansy. Give me a break. And thanks, but guys are just so gullible." you giggled feeling the alcohol in your system already.

After your third shot, somehow Pansy was able to spot Jacob Smith in the midst of the blurry crowd.

"Y/n,Y/n, look!' she shouted to you.

"Wha–huh– What is it?!" you screamed back in your drunken state. Truthfully you both were strapped to each other yet needed to yell to hear each other.

"Smith, he's been eyeing you all night but who hasn't?" she smirked, bumping her hip into yours.

"Pa–Pansy, have I ever told you I literally love you so much like oh my Godrick?" you slurred, cupping her face in your hands. "Stop, I'm going to cry. I love you even more, Y/n!" she said back just as drunk as you.

You noticed her eyes beginning to well up, "No, don't cry then I'm going to cry and then our makeups are going to smear Pans." you said sniffling trying to hold back tears.

You tilted your head down against her, causing your hat to tilt. "Oh, no your hat is gonna fall Y/n! No, your hat!" she sobbed as she fixed and the both of you held each other for the next two minutes just leaning on each other before you sniffled asking, "Is he still looking?"

"Who?" she sniffled back.

"Smith?"

"Oh my Godrick, Smith! Yes he's looking! Oh my Godrick go get him, Y/n! Go!" she exclaimed, grabbing hold of you and trying to push you towards him.

"Wait, Wait, Pans! I don't want you to be alone!" You said back, whipping around to face her.

"I'll be fine, I'll find Blaise or someone!" she said as if she had been sober the whole night and with that she left you eight feet from Smith.

But will I be fine? You thought to yourself. Quickly you took in three big breaths before you caught the back of his head and made your way towards him. His frame was way bigger than you thought or could remember?

With a polite smile on your face you tapped his shoulder. "Rosier?" he sneered with distaste as he took a good look at you.

Suddenly you were sober. Your smile dropped and your eyes immediately widened. 

Shit, wrong blonde guy.