#protegoevent002

hot in the best way possible. He’d been late to the party. ( not by design, and he’d been afraid he’d never make it through the front door ) When he’d finally arrived, he’d been amazed at the place. It was gorgeous with that mirrors and lights. ( george expected he’d end up in one of those guarded rooms before the night ended ) Instead of staying inside, he headed up stairs and enjoyed the cool air on the roof. Verity had been there and he’d chatted with her for a while before they’d hit the dance floor. He abandoned the roof when she found some pretty girl to snug. 

So, George found himself downstairs on the dance floor. Everyone was friendly. ( more so than usual because of New Year’s most likely ) Eventually, he ended up between a boy and a girl, grinding more than dancing. When the song changed, George excused himself from the lovely duo and slowly made his way to the bar. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he finally made it to the other end of the room, a huge grin on his face. Only to bump into someone. “Sorry about that,” he said, his hand shooting out to catch an elbow. “You alright?” 

Looking to her left, she saw a solitary figure and she pursed her lips. No, that wouldn’t do and she waltzed over, leaning beside them with a coy smile. “I’m almost obligated to ask if you’re enjoying yourself and if not, what can I do to turn that pretty frown upside down?” she asked, clicking her fingers, another flute of sparkling wine appearing in her hand from a passing waiter as she passed it across to them. “Compliments of the house.”

“Do you think they made the barriers such as they are to stop people from pushing us off? Or is it too much to think it was done for consideration of us and instead to stop us from pushing them off?” he queried, gently swishing around the bourbon in the glass he was holding as he looked across to Vivian with a smile. He still didn’t know just how he had been convinced to leave his home to attend this, was it morbid curiosity or a stupid idea that maybe if he put himself in more social situations and behaved nicely, people may begin to stop looking so hostile. 

“And if it’s not too bold for me to state, you look lovely Vivian. Truly.” he added, knowing he himself had copped out by wearing a plain black shirt and jeans in a small effort not to go full pureblood. Unlike one female he had not a care to mention. 

“Should’ve known a Malfoy wouldn’t resist a party.” even it seems a muggle themed wizard one where the majority of bodies were made up of those who he once had detested. With people Malfoy had looked down upon and treated foully, yet he could walk free amongst them as the redeemed whilst he and Viv and others had to skulk to the side. 

“Let me get you a drink for old times sake- I promise I won’t spit in this one.” he added, indicating to the bar man for service. It was mostly a joke, he certainly had not gone out his way to buy the blonde a drink ever since he had braved the return to London. He must admit, it took balls to walk among those he had willingly given up to save his own skin. Always seemed there was never honour amongst thieves, and in this case, no honour amongst fellow Deatheaters. 

“Rooooooon.” he had to shout as he pushed through some of the crowd, slinging his arm around the youngest brother as he pushed a drink into his hand. He was a little bit more than buzzed, still running on a high of performing with the Weird Sisters and being baby free for the first night in 8 months. It was good seeing all his siblings out at the party and he wanted to make sure all of them were having as much fun as he. And he had left George making eyes at Angelina, Percy was attempting to chat up one of the waitresses, Charlie was somewhere on the dancefloor and Ginny was off causing trouble somewhere which only left Ron as the one he hadn’t checked in on. 

“You better be drinking bro, the one chance we get to be away from mum and make tits of ourselves. and you’re having a dance, I insist- we’ll find you someone. This muggle music aint bad is it?” 

It was easy to carry, a simple charm and it was as small as a matchbox in his faux leather black jeans and he had tried to keep an eye out for the blonde over the crowd at Cosmic. Call it stupid, or just Dean being Dean and being able to share something, but it was soon to be a New Year and if their conversation from the other day was anything to go on, the new year was bringing a lot of promise. 

He finally tracked him down, up on the top deck and sidled up beside him, shooting him a grin. “You’re surprisingly hard to track down, do you know that?” he said, clapping a hand onto his shoulder. “Never mind, I have something for you and thought I’d better do it now before I’m too pissed to think straight. I hope you don’t mind-” 

“You know, you should get yourself out there- plenty of bodies to choose from.” he advised the person standing at the bar, who seemed to be surveying the scene with a dubious look. “Drink?” 

But that meant Dudley could drink and party and he was a little bit familiar with muggle clubs, it was where he had met Steph those years ago. But this one was amazing and it almost felt taboo being in there. He had no inclination for what he assumed were back rooms, instead sticking to rooftop dance floor, beer in hand as he danced with the best of them. He didn’t know the band, but their music was great and the crowd seemed to love them. Maybe they were the wizard version of The Killers or something. Either way, he felt free and it didn’t seem to matter who was who in that moment. “Isn’t this the best?!” he exclaimed to the person next to him. “I cannot remember the last time I was able to party like this. And the view man, just look at the view.”