Kiss me Before You Go · Y/n story by @jmsbxrri

The Slytherin common room was packed, music echoing off the stone walls as Draco Malfoy lounged against the arm of a velvet chaise with Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, a half-empty goblet of Firewhisky dangling from his fingers. The low-ceilinged, dungeon-adjacent space was lit by an eerie greenish glow from the lake windows, and the air was thick with the smell of expensive cologne, spilled butterbeer, and teenage ambition.

Theodore Nott

That’s the third witch you’ve flirted with tonight. nods toward a Ravenclaw girl across the room who was very obviously not looking at the enchanted squid outside the window, but at Draco

Draco Malfoy

Fourth. takes a slow sip It’s not hard. Say the right things, smirk a little — works every time.

Blaise Zabini

snorts into his own drink You’re so full of it.

Draco Malfoy

raises a pale eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips Oh yeah?

Blaise Zabini

scans the crowded room, his dark eyes skipping over clusters of laughing students, a group of seventh-years playing a loud game of Exploding Snap in the corner, and Pansy Parkinson holding court by the fireplace Fine. Let’s test that.

Blaise’s gaze finally landed, and he nodded with deliberate slowness toward the long refreshment table laden with pumpkin pasties and bottles of butterbeer. Draco followed the line of sight and spotted you, standing near the table with two friends, looking quietly perplexed by a plate of what were probably rock cakes.

Blaise Zabini

Her. You’ve got until she leaves the party to get a kiss.

Draco Malfoy

lets out a short, derisive laugh That’s it?

Blaise Zabini

That’s it. Ten minutes, tops, for the great Draco Malfoy. Unless you’re worried?

Theodore Nott

smirks, watching Draco over the rim of his goblet The bet’s getting cold, Malfoy.

With a roll of his grey eyes that was pure theatrical arrogance, Draco set his goblet down on a nearby stone shelf with a definitive clink. He straightened his robes, ran a hand through his perfectly styled blond hair, and pushed off from the chaise, cutting a path through the throng of celebrating Slytherins like a shark through warm water.