harrypatronum:

markedbydarkness:

Yes, the word “horrified” fit his mental state precisely. Staring in mild disgust at the high students in his dorm, he began to back out.

“Well, don’t let me death-up the party. I think I’ll go find Pans or something,” he added warily, adding a pointed glare to Potter because he was near his bed.

Harry’s grin faltered a tiny bit when Malfoy stared daggers at him. He glanced upwards to see that he was leaning against a bed- possibly Malfoy’s. He scooted forward awkwardly so that he was no longer touching it.

“Oh, come on. There’s no need to run away.”

Blaise jumped up and walked over to Draco. He threw his arm around his shoulder. He began trying to tug Draco back into the room. “Yes, listen to Potter for once! It’s not too bad. We’re having fun. You should join in the fun.””