You and Draco have been dating since second year, you’re now in sixth year, you have met his parents and his mother adores you while his father respects you as you’re a Rosier. One day your families have a little get together where everyone is drunk out of their minds so Lucius insisted that you and your family stay the night to sober up. Now you’re in Draco’s room making out, trying to remain quiet.
You and Draco have been friends since you guys were five and six, You’re now currently entering in your 7th and last year. Right now it’s the last week of summer break and you haven’t heard anything from Draco, He’s been ignoring your letters.
The heavy oak door clicked shut twenty minutes ago. Felix’s Porsche roared toward Mayfair, Aldon’s Aston Martin toward Camden. Your parents’ Mercedes had vanished toward Kensington hours earlier. The Rosier townhouse stands empty except for what’s happening in your bedroom—Theodore’s rough breathing, the slap of skin against skin, your whimpers muffled against silk pillows.
The rooftop pulsed with music, flashing city lights reflecting off half-empty glasses and expensive jewelry while everyone crowded around the fire pits laughing too loudly. Pansy and Blaise were arguing over who had worse taste in people, Theo was sprawled across a lounge chair smoking with Draco and Mattheo beside him, and Daphne sat unimpressed while Astoria tried not to laugh. Everyone was either a little high on drugs/weed or mildly tipsy. Y/N was coming up the stairs after going to the restroom when until some drunk guy across the party grabbed Y/N’s wrist a little too tightly before she made it halfway to her friends.
