#cursedheroes

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 for POTTAH ! @cursedheroes 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : south courtyard for the party, heading towards the clock tower. 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 : merlin only knows, because draco doesn't have a watch.

draco's tolerance is going up, numb to the feeling of the effects of drugs and alcohol, not even a buzz it was starting to wear thin or it was possible that this lame party didn't have the high-quality liquor that the slytherins do. nothing quenching the void, he downed the daisyroot draught and some other concoction laced in it to make a potent shot, nothing but sugary fucking water. with a huff of irritation that this school had really gone to the dogs, he flicked his chin in a gesturing nod he was leaving to crabbe, he slammed the shot glass down surprised it didn't shatter in his hand as he stood to his feet. he'd seek out astoria to complain about how shit the alcohol is and that they should have their own party.

he stood in the midst of the core of the party, a corpse amongst the living.

being as tall as he was all draco had to do was straighten his posture to surveil all the heads, gaps, and spaces for astoria's head, merlin he was going to have to tie something to her for easy location. when a certain nickname the chosen one caught his attention as if his ear were tuned in for anything relating to potter, and he was about to head over to make a remark about perfect potter when a black spot darted through the crowd caught his attention heading in the direction of the clock tower. mirthful sneer slithered on his lips, he was off after his raven snitch.

❝ potter ! ❞ he called, a few paces he was behind harry, about halfway down the path to the clock tower, he could still feel the throb of music from the party, he hadn't realised it was raining. ❝ what after one triwizard tournament, you’re too good now for a gryffindor party, ❞ draco remarked bitterly, grey eyes mirroring that of the sky above as he leers at the other through the light rain, white hair now matching his eyes.

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 for 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ! @cursedheroes 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : corridor adjacent to room of requirements. 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 : MERLIN ONLY KNOWS.

division to isolate himself from the electric atmosphere, the buzz of it all haze and blurred into one momentous period, leaving him exhausted and mentally drained. personally, he was blaming fawley for such the life out of him as if he was a bloody dementor, not that he minded and even entertain it until he grew bored. it felt suffocating in that room and not to mention the sickly sweet scent of the weasley's twins box of horrors, so he left.

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perched on a cement nook, one leg bent up to fit in the narrow spot against the tall narrow window, the closest panel was open in order for him to be able to smoke in peace. peace it was up until a raven-haired wix came into his stormy hue view thus causing him to roll them, to look back out the window, lips were still swollen and redden, cigarette between them to take a long drag. ❝ piss off, potter. ❞ blowing out smoke in his general direction imitating a dragon whilst he watched the raindrops slide, drip, and hit the stained glass. ❝ i'm not in the MOOD. ❞ he warned half-heartily, shifting his weight to get more comfortable on the sill. having dodged potter since the night of the party, he had been avoiding the other on purpose.