Hi bubs! Sadly I do have to put a warning on this chapter so here it is:(

⚠️WARNING⚠️
-contains slight sexual harassment and dumb drunk men😐

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I bite my bottom lip, my brows furrowed slightly as I stared at the three dresses that lay across Pansy's bed.

It was about 30 minutes before the party, and Pansy planned Daphne, mine, and her outfit for the party. Which knowing her, I should've realized they wouldn't necessarily be appropriate.

I looked over to see Daphne's eyes slightly wide, her lips parted in shock.

"We can't wear these, Pans!" She says, glancing quickly towards Pansy.

"Yes we can, and we will," Pansy smirks, picking up the velvety black dress she had picked for herself.

I turned my head to give an unsure look to Pansy, but there wasn't anything I could do about the dresses. The party was getting closer and I had nothing else to wear, so I agreed.

My hands ran over the dress she had picked for me, before picking it up and staring at it a little longer. It was a dark green dress, that got tighter at the waist and more flowy at the bottom. Though the thing that scared me the most was how short it was.

I hesitantly walk over to the bathroom, holding the straps up to my shoulders to see how it would look.

Once I've changed my eyes widen slightly as I realized how short the dress really was. I turned around quickly, looking in the mirror to make sure my whole bum wasn't showing.

I mutter a quiet "merlin" before exiting the bathroom, an unsure look on my face.

A small smile grows on my face as I see Daphne had changed into her dress. It was a beautiful light blue, resembling the nail polish she used perfectly.

It didn't take long for me to realize that my dress matched my nail polish as well, and Pansy's dress matched her dark purple quite well.

"You look stunning!" Daphne gasps, her mouth open as she stares at my dress.

"Me!? Have you seen yourself!?" I ask, a grin growing on my face.

Daphne grins back at me, walking over to a full body mirror.

"We all look hot." Pansy says, spraying perfume on her neck.

I really couldn't disagree with her statement, though I was slightly worried for everyone else's reactions to us.

The next 20 minutes were filled with Pansy doing mine and Daphne's makeup, along with our hair. She wanted to leave our hair down, saying that we'd look "hotter" that way.

She lightly curled my hair, before putting two white clips on one side, pulling the hair back slightly. I smiled at myself in the mirror, before getting up and slipping some heels onto my feet.

I took a deep breath in, trying to relax, as the three of us approached our dorm door. I wasn't really sure why I got so nervous when it came to parties, but I had some sort of bad feeling about this one. Though I tried to ignore that feeling, as we walked through the door, party noises and smells immediately filling my senses.

It sounded and smelled almost exactly like the last Slytherin party I attended. My memory instantly flashed before my eyes of the last party, and getting the letter. I blinked harshly though, not wanting those memories to ruin every party I ever went to.

Pansy grabbed mine and Daphne's hands, quickening her pace as she approached the party. Even somebody who had never met Pansy before could clearly tell she loved to party.

The three of us started walking through the crowd, aiming to find our friends.

The grin that was on my face not long ago, slowly faded as I watched many eyes on me. Specifically, boys. Boys much older than me, too.

I hated the attention, especially because it was about my body. Though I usually tried to be confident, I was a 13 year old girl who was currently being checked out by many 16-17 year old boys, and I wanted nothing more then to run right back up to my dorm and hide.

My thoughts were soon distracted when we finally reached Blaise and Draco. They were relaxed on a couch, Draco's arm spread across the back of it.

It took everything in me not to let out a laugh as I saw both of their gazes land on us, their eyes widening slightly. Well, Draco's slightly, Blaise made sure we knew he saw our dresses.

"Ladies, ladies, it's not Christmas yet, why give me my present now?" Blaise smirks at us, showing a small wink as he lifts his drink up to his mouth.

I roll my eyes automatically, crossing my arms over my chest uncomfortably.

"Oh, love, this isn't for you." Pansy quirks an eyebrow at him, gesturing up and down her body.

Blaise's brow quirks as well, as he nods slowly, not daring to break eye contact with Pansy.

My gaze turns as I feel eyes on me. Those gray eyes I for some reason could never get enough of. Those gray eyes, that belong to no other than Draco Malfoy.

I weakly smile at him, feeling slightly uncomfortable by his eyes seeming to burn through me, though I only get a glare in return.

My brows furrow slightly at his attitude, before I turn my eyes back to Blaise, who was now standing up.

"Come on, let's go get drinks," He grins at the three of us, nodding his head over to the drink table.

"We can't drink, Zabini." Pansy says, her voice sounding slightly annoyed.

"Who said I meant alcohol?" Blaise sneers, tilting his head slightly.

Pansy just rolls her eyes in response, following him as he makes his way to the table. Daphne glances at me, a confused look as she realizes I'm not following.

"I'm just gonna stay here, I'm not thirsty anyway." I smile sweetly at her, gesturing for her to follow them.

She nods hesitantly, glancing at the blonde behind me before catching up to Blaise and Pansy.

I sigh before turning my head, looking at Draco, who's eyes now seemed to not be able to meet mine.

"Why so grumpy, Malfoy?" I smirk slightly, sitting down beside him.

His body stiffens slightly, his head not turning at all towards me.

"I'm fine." He states, quickly standing up and walking away.

My mouth parts in shock, words trying to come out, but nothing does. Because I had no words for what just happened.

What the hell was wrong with him?

I scoff slightly at this, though he won't hear as he's now walked through most of the crowd. I stand up, walking quickly towards the drink table.

I tried to ignore all the eyes that were on me, which only made my anger rise. Can people at least be a little more secretive of where their eyes are looking?

"Hey," I smile at Daphne once I reach the table, pouring myself a drink.

"I thought you said you weren't thirsty?" She says, furrowing her brows in confusion.

"Guess I am," I say, quickly sipping some of the drink.

I could tell she wanted to question me more, though Pansy luckily interrupted her chance to.

"You missy, are dancing with me tonight, no excuses this time." Pansy says, smirking at me.

She grabs my hand quickly, though I wasn't going to say no anyways. We quickly walk through the crowd, laughs escaping our lips as we do so.

We start dancing once we find a place to, our arms waving freely in the air. I almost felt drunk as my hips swayed naturally to the music. Not drunk off of alcohol though, more of in a trance from the loud booming of the speakers.

I couldn't help but grin and laugh as all this was happening, it was so long since I had last felt this free. Like nothing else was worrying me, like I had no problems in my life at all, and I absolutely loved it.

Pansy and I danced like this for awhile, before Blaise ran over to us, excitement showing on his face.

"C'mon we've got to go dance on the table!" He yells through the music, grabbing both of our hands.

My mind seems to spark a little, realizing I didn't want people looking at me if I was dancing on a table, especially in this dress.

"That's alright, I think I've had enough dancing for the night!" I say loudly, the music being so loud it was hard to even hear myself.

Pansy frowns slightly at me, tilting her head, a questioning look on her face.

"Are you sure?" She asks, her frown seeming to grow.

"I'm sure," I smile at her, pushing her lightly towards Blaise. "Go have fun!"

Her eyes wander between Blaise and I before deciding on going.

"Let me know if you need me though babes, okay?" She asks, a hint of concern showing through her eyes.

"I know, I know," I whine childishly at her, shooing her away with my hands.

I watch her grin as she and Blaise run over to an empty table and climb up onto it. I admired her confidence, as she once again started dancing.

I walk out of the crowd, grabbing a drink on my way. I decided to sit in a nearby chair, laughing quietly as I watched Pansy slap Blaise's hand off her hip.

My eyes search through the crowd, not wanting to admit I was looking for him, but I knew I was. Something just felt so off about him storming off.

After searching for a moment my eyes landed on a boy who was approaching me. I recognized him instantly as Marcus Flint, the Slytherin quidditch captain.

"Y/n, is it?" He asks, a lazy smirk on his lips.

"Yes-" I furrow my brows slightly. "Does someone need me?" I ask, suddenly feeling worried about all my friends.

"I do," he smirks, biting his bottom lip gently.

"Pardon?" I ask, scoffing slightly at his stupid flirtatious attitude.

"I need you to dance with me," He answers, slowly taking a few steps towards me.

I hated that he now towered over me, but I new even if I stood, he still would.

"No thanks-" I say plainly, shaking my head slightly.

He chuckles lowly, sipping from the drink in his hand.

"I'm not sure I asked," he whispers, his head lowering to my ear.

"And I'm not sure I fucking care." I say sternly, getting sick of this situation.

I quickly stand up, taking a few steps away from him.

"Oh c'mon now, I saw how your hips were moving back there, show me what else they can do." He smirks, once again slowly walking towards me.

My instincts take over, as I raise my hand and slap his face as hard as I could. His cheek reddens almost right after, his head now turned from the impact.

I could barely comprehend what I just did before I feel his arms aggressively pin me against a wall.

I squirm underneath his grip, trying my hardest to escape, to no avail.

"Oh you're gonna pay for that," He says sternly, his eyes widening from anger.

I could barely process what was happening before I watch him being thrown off me, falling to the ground.

My eyes widen as I watch him try to get up, though the person who just pushed him down stopped him.

"What the hell, Malfoy?" Marcus yells, looking up at the platinum blonde who just threw him to the ground.

"You've had a lot to drink, Flint, just leave her alone." Draco responds, his breathing quick from the sudden action.

My lips part, wanting to say something though nothing comes to mind. My mind rushed through what just happened, wondering what would've happen if Draco didn't come.

So many thoughts fill my mind, as Draco quickly grabs my wrist, leading me out of the common room. I can barely tell what's even happening as I'm stuck in my thoughts, before Draco closes a door quietly, turning around slowly to look at me.

I glance around the room, realizing it's Snape's classroom we were in. The only source of light came from the moonlight shining through the windows, though it wasn't much.

I stared at the blonde for a moment, before suddenly all my thoughts spilled out of my mouth.

"Did you see all of that!? Trying to get me to dance with him? God he's disgusting!" I yell, my voice filled with anger.

"You can't blame him for it" Draco says almost hesitantly, though his voice is stern.

"Excuse me?" I ask, my mouth open in shock.

"That dress your wearing-" He points uncomfortably at me. "You were practically asking for it-"

"Are you joking right now!?" I cut him off, my mind in absolute disbelief.

"Of course I'm not! You should've expected it!"

"Oh I'm sooo sorry I didn't expect a damn 17 year old to hit on me! Most 17 year olds have have the common sense not to sexually harass 13 year olds!" I yell, not being able to hold in any of my anger.

Draco stares at me for awhile, the only noise in the room being both of  our breaths, heavy, from the shouting.

"Well don't expect me to save you next time you dress like a fucking slut." He says calmly, though anger was radiating off of him.

My eyes widen in disbelief, my brows seeming to furrow as much as possible. Anger rushes through me, feeling as though I was on fire. I quickly grab my wand, pointing it at him, though I wasn't sure if I'd be able to actually hurt him.

"Never. Call. Me. A. Fucking. Slut. Again." I say slowly, every word sternly rolling off my tongue, as my wand points to his chin.

He doesn't seem scared at all by the wand that was now pointed at him. He only narrows his eyes at me, leaning his head closer to mine so we were only a few inches apart.

"I'll do whatever I want." He says lowly, not breaking eye contact with me.

I slowly trail my wand down his neck, to his chest, pushing him away from me.

"Have fun with your little daddy issues over Winter break, Malfoy." I say disgusted by him, my teeth gritted as I slowly walk backwards.

He stays silent, not moving an inch as we keep eye contact.

Once I reach the door, I open it quickly, running out of the classroom and through the dungeons. It didn't take long for me to reach the common room once again, saying the password shakily as my voice was no longer strong after all the yelling.

I run quickly to my dorm, not glancing at anyone or anything. Once I reach the door I push it open, running to my bed.

Thoughts run through my head as I stare up at the ceiling, laying in my bed.

I don't even care enough to stop the tears that slowly start to roll down the sides of my face, onto my pillow.

Why did every happy thing have to end up horrible?

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