Temptation

Theo's plan for tonight was to get laid, but just after he drank this whole bottle of Fire Whiskey he has, well, borrowed from Goyle's secret, not-so-secret stash. Goyle has started suspecting Theo after the last two bottles had mysteriously vanished and then appeared again, only empty, but Theo, of course, lied to his mate, and said he saw a few ladies around the stash but couldn't place names and faces together, which obviously angered Goyle more, but what was he going to do? Report to bloody Snape or McGonagall that someone had stolen and drunk all of his, very much forbidden, booze? Since then Goyle had hidden the remaining bottles in a different place, under his fucking bed, and tried covering it with a Notice Me Not charm. But when Theo needs something, you can't hide it from him. Stupid bloke, that Goyle, makes him wonder every day how was he still in the same year they were. He may be stupid, but at least he gets one thing right, he knows his way with alcohol and doesn't shit around that, always the most expensive, best tasting, strongest Fire Whiskey, probably stolen from his daddy's collection. At least he's good for something.

He sat down at the green sofa in front of the fireplace, the unopened bottle leaning against his thigh as he leaned back, admiring the still sober, not blurry sight in front of him, his imagination jumping to the things he knew he would be doing when he got himself ready for the night, meaning: getting himself drunk to forget everything except the feeling in his trousers that he will be getting care of soon, too.

His friends were waiting for him at some Ravenclaw party, he had promised them he'd come by just after finishing some things up. That was a lie. He just wanted to start with the good drinks and not the cheap, probably with water mixed drinks that they were serving there. Bloody butterbeer, whoever said it got them drunk, lied. Theo never felt even tipsy with liters of the drink in his system.

He was alone in the Slytherin common room, which was rarely this silent, only the cracks from the fire pit and Theo's breathing and drink shuffling. Most of the Slytherins were at the party, as the Ravenclaws knew how to get a party started, and they also knew that a good party meant inviting the Slytherins. The ones that didn't go were stuffed in their beds inside their dorms, boring, spitting at the Slytherin party image. But those were usually the first and second years, not that Theo had given them any look at all, too young, or any year under him, to be frank, maybe some fifth years but not any worth remembering.

Just as he was about to open the heavily liquidated bottle, a loud 'thump' was heard from the entrance, and a low, feminine voice, cursing, and spitting insults, to what it seemed herself because Theo could only hear one person's footsteps angrily making its way towards the large room's center.

It was his reflex to shove the bottle between his legs as he turned his head to where he expected the obviously raged female to enter, anticipation in his eyes as he listened to her voice send whispering curses and rage-filled words to whoever or whatever was the reason of her anger.

The first thing his eyes caught was the witch's platinum blonde hair, it stretched down past her shoulders, but above her hips. It didn't take long for Theo's eyes to fall down to her clothes, or whatever that kind of dress could be called, as it didn't cover much of her, the short black dress covered her stunning pale legs to just above her knees, it hugged her slim figure to every curve tightly, but he just noticed it was long sleeved, only the sleeves were pretty much see-through, just a little shade of black on them. She held her shoes in her hand, as well as a jacket that seemed too big on her and also familiar to Theo. He smirked at the sight of the young witch, as he wondered who she was, not being able to see her face clearly. She must be younger, he thought to himself, he knew and probably fucked more than half of the Slytherin girls from his year and above, they tend to like him quite a bit, even though he was younger than them, and he didn't mind it. He had nothing to mind.

„Responsible my arse...“ He heard her hiss under her breath, she must have not noticed him yet, he watched her, his full attention on her, she threw the jacket over the chair in front of her, and her shoes, she let them fall beside her as she continued the bitter talk with herself.
„Fucking hell!“ She let out, still not looking Theo's way, and his smirk never left his lips, he was interested now, he was about to introduce himself. Her appearance made sure all of him was interested.

„Such filthy words coming out of such a pretty mouth...“ He must have startled her as she fastly gripped her wand pointing it to where he was sitting, almost like a reflex to her. He raised his hands in a 'sorry' kind of way, or maybe 'don't hurt me, didn't mean to scare you' kind of way. For a second her eyes widened, like she was compromised, like she was caught doing something she wasn't supposed to, but she dismissed that with a roll of her eyes that he still couldn't tell the color of as she stood too far. Did she just roll her eyes at him? He watched her for a few seconds before she decided to break the not-so-uncomfortable silence between them.

„I'm not in the mood for your games Theo...“ Well, she obviously knew him, which made him think even harder, fuck, did he know her from somewhere before, his eyes glued to that pretty face of hers, she sure did look familiar now that he stared at her for this long, shit, did he sleep with her and forgot about it, maybe he was drunk, but godsdamn if he would ever forget legs like those if he ever touched them, no, he didn't, he ensured himself, not any amount of alcohol would make him forget having sex with that stunning body that stood in front of him. But from bloody where, was he an arse for not remembering the stunning witch's name, but he could have sworn he never saw her before, alright, maybe he did, but he wouldn't have paid her much attention then, but that sounds wrong. How couldn't he notice her? She wasn't unnoticeable. But damn he knew that face from somewhere.

Shit. He stared for too long.

Just as she was about to say something, a loud 'bang' interrupted her, and loud footsteps that seemed to be storming into the room caught her attention and she rolled her eyes in the direction where they were coming from, putting her hand on her temple and shaking her head.

Soon, the familiar voice of Theo's best mate filled the room, he talked loudly, not usual for him.

„What were you fucking thinking Cass?“ Cass. He shot a glance to where his best friend was standing and toward the witch in front of him. Holy fucking Merlin's tangled beard.

Everything fell into place, puzzles got together as Theo remembered.

Cass as in Cassiopeia fucking Malfoy. Draco Malfoy's younger sister. Holy shit.

His eyes drifted to her body once again but he forced them off as his head was struggling to comprehend the picture. How in the bloody hell did he not see it from the beginning, the platinum blonde hair, her, now very visible, green-greyish eyes the expensive dress.

Cassiopeia Malfoy. When did that happen? He could have sworn he saw her the other day in her princess pajama when he was sleeping over at the Malfoy's, which would be five years ago. And she was certainly not wearing a princess pajama now, and holy shit, how did he not notice her.

She is all grown up.

And stunning.

And fucking hot.

And Malfoy's little sister.

Shit.

„Get over yourself Draco, I am not a child anymore, I get to decide what I wear, where I go, what I do, and whoever I am going to do it with!“ She yelled back. She did someone? At the party? In that dress? And Theo wasn't there to witness that?

Draco's reaction, completely understandable.

Damn.

„Over my dead body Cassiopeya, I am responsible for you here, and I will not allow my fucking little sister to run around half-naked in front of horny Cormac!“

Cormac? That dirty son of a bitch. No way.

They either didn't seem to notice him or decided to ignore his presence, either way, Theo didn't mind, he was fully invested in the arguing that was going on in-between the two siblings.

„Half naked?“ She spat out, looking like she might hex him at any moment now. Which would be undeniably funny. „Maybe if you trusted me, you would know that I fucked him off a long while ago, and I was at the party because I was invited by my new friend, and I was there to enjoy some time with them. I didn't take a sip of alcohol, which obviously can't be said same to you.“

Ohhhh.

She's got a sharp tongue. But that lies in the family, after all.

Not that she lied, Draco was known for his alcohol tolerance, but he didn't look like he tolerated it well tonight.

She glared daggers at Draco, and after a second she grabbed her shoes from the floor and took the jacket into her hand, throwing it hard into Draco's chest.

Draco's jacket.

Draco stood there silently, the jacket didn't budge him one bit, he didn't move, he just stared at her, his face not showing what he was thinking.

„Here is your fucking jacket. I hope that you are happy you ruined everything...“ Her voice sounded as if it was going to crack at any moment now but she held herself steady, as she turned around away from him, turning her back to him.

„Don't leave now, we aren't finished!“ He yelled after her but she shot him her middle finger in the air, not turning around, she walked away towards her dorm.

The silence was thick, not necessarily awkward but maybe unnoticed.

„Well that was something...“ Theo broke it Draco looked at him, as if it was the first time he had seen him. He didn't even notice him before.

„Were you here the whole time?“ Draco asked making his way towards his best friend, he looked tired, but not angry, there was something else to it, something Theo only saw on Draco's face a few times in all the years they were best friends, their whole life.

„I sure was, damn, I knew I made the right decision when I stayed here. Absolutely better than the party!“ Theo leaned back in his seat, lifting the bottle as Draco sat on the armchair on his left, the chair that he would always sit on, and pretty much everybody knew it was his. He was going to drink the bottle alone, but his mate looked like he needed it more at the moment, and Theo was never the type to say no to his friends. He finally opened the bottle up, pouring a bit into his mouth, and with a hiss, as the strong liquid went through his throat, he handed the bottle to Draco, who of course didn't reject. He took the bottle and with a swing took a good sip in, pressing his eyes together and shaking his head as the drink was doing what it was supposed to do.

Theo knew better than to ask about the fight now, maybe once he calms down, but for now, he'll avoid it.

„Where are the others?“ Theo asked as he took the bottle from Draco to take another burning sip. He was awaiting the answer to where the rest of their friends were: Mattheo, Blaise and Enzo...

Draco's hand went towards his head, where undeniably a headache was forming.

„They stayed, waiting for Cormac to leave...“ Theo, of course, knew what that meant, but this would be the first time it did, as Theo couldn't remember if Draco ever had beaten up someone for his younger sister, because they hadn't. Theo wished he was there to help out, he hated that nasty bastard, he hated his guts. Deserves every hit he gets.

Theo only nodded as he continued switching the bottle with Draco.

After some silent time, and a quarter of the bottle gone, Draco looked down at the almost finished alcohol in his hands and laughed.

„Goyle?“ He only asked, and Theo laughed as well, giving him the confirmation he needed to laugh more. Of course, Draco knew about who was the real guilty party of Goyle's disappearing stash.

Some more time passed and Theo and Draco were accompanied by the rest of the group, who came in laughing, Mattheo, of course, with blood on his knuckles. They laughed together as the three of them shared the scene of scared Cormac finding himself with three angry, drunk Slytherins. Theo would have laughed more if his mind wasn't switching to the young Malfoy witch, and her legs, and long hair.

He needed to get that out of his head.

But there were so many questions piling up in his head.

Sure he was never interested in the younger Malfoy, not enough to even bother asking about her or to even have her pop in his head at some random time, but when he thought about it now, he did not see her once here in Hogwarts for the 5 years she is supposed to be. There is no chance they never crossed paths, how could he miss her here, her hair, just like Draco's, not something you don't notice. Damn him if he ever saw her here before this.