Normally her immediate response to someone being in her place would be to fling curses and ask questions later, but in her current state of inebriation (a mix of drugs, magical or otherwise, and alcohol) meant that she was slow on the draw. Instead of going on the defense a hand came to curl sloppily against her hips, fingers splayed awkwardly and unsettled for a moment as she found her footing on platform shoes she had no business wearing; the look she gave was withering, but it lost a bit of its bite against the man of a thousand bitchy stares and in the fact that she blinked very slowly and unfocused.
βWere we meeting up tonight? I think after the fifth or sixth shot I sort of lost track of time and I honestly still donβt know where it is.β The words were slurred, but somehow practiced to be intelligible; she was old hat at this by this point and had learned to handle her personal level of fucked-uppedness,Β βYouβll forgive me, right Dracoooo?β
Flirting would work with most and she knew that, no stranger to the advances of men but also she was fully aware that her ride or die was in no way into her. It didnβt stop her from stumbling towards the bed and to the side of him, tossing her own silky underthings to the side (she could have easily left them there, for all she knew) to lean across and look down at him. She reeked of magical inducement and her eyes sparkled with stars β there was some serious mojo coursing through his friend and honestly, he was probably used to it,Β βTell me youβll forgive me or Iβll just diiiiie.β
Exaggerated, ignoring the fact that for a moment a flash of death drew across her vision and everything theyβd suffered at the war of Hogwarts β the things that haunted both of them, though him more than her likely β as well as a furtive glance to a dancing shadow in the corner that spoke of people waiting to have her murdered for her choices afterwards as well; she shrugged it off and plastered on a smile,Β βHow WAS your night, babe? I feel like I shouldnβtβve left you alone to begin with and I really am sorry.β
A truth. If there was anyone on this planet that Pansy cared for more than herself it was Draco Malfoy. She could count on one hand the number of friends she had, and he was the first finger forevermore.
