“We’re leaving Hogwarts in a few days. I can’t believe it’s almost graduation.” Blaise muttered, nursing a butterbeer bottle in his hand while eyeing the crowd. The professors decided to throw a ball before the most awaited event and 5th years and up were invited. On his right was Draco Malfoy, staring pensively at a bushy haired girl just a few feet away from him. Blaise knew of his mate’s obsession with the muggleborn chit even though the former denied it time and again.
“We might never see some of these folks again you know. If i were you, I’d kiss the one you want most.” He smirked when he saw color staining Draco’s cheeks. The blond still didn’t say anything, fidgeting where he was seated.
After a few minutes of utter quiet, Draco suddenly stood up.
“Where are you off to?” Blaise asked, trying to rein in his glee. Fucking finally! It seems his best mate already has the courage to make a move.
“Where I should have been long ago.”
Draco trudged on, determined to reach the girl who occupied his dreams for years. Blaise’s words kicked him into action. He might never see this witch again. She might, after graduation, finally decide to take notice of her numerous suitors. The only thing that kept her attention off romance was her priorities. School comes first. This will drastically change when she’ll finally have the time for other..things.
She was almost within reach when a petite witch with a dark hair and hazel eyes suddenly blocked his way.
“Yes Draco?” Astoria blushed coyly, eyelashes fluttering as she glanced at the blond’s stormy eyes. Draco touched her arm - and gently pushed her away.
When she wouldn’t budge, he said “Can you move? I’m trying to get to Granger.”
Her jaw dropped, shock marring her face, making it easier for Draco to move out of the way and continue his stride towards Hermione.
Her back was turned when he reached her. Ever the shy bookworm, she tried to stay out of the festivities while her friends were having a fun time on the dance floor.
She turned and eyed him curiously, he was staring at her with that soulful grey eyes of his and it was making her nervous. “What do you want Malfoy?”
It took a few seconds before he was able to answer, seemingly steeling his resolve. When he spoke, her world came to a screeching halt.
“You. I want you.”
Her lips parted in surprise, eyes widening at his profession. Draco took full advantage, closing the distance between their lips — caressing, nipping, coaxing a response from her.
He moved his body closer, one hand plunging into her soft curls and the other gripping her hips, wanting her near.
She was warm, sweet..and she was not kissing him back.
Breathing deeply, Draco tried to compose himself after the blatant rejection. The urge to kiss her again was so strong but his confidence was waning. This wasn’t how he had imagined it! Well, if he was being honest, he really didn’t know what the outcome would be, but it seems his worst fears were realized when she stayed stiff in his arms.
Merlin’s left testicles! Just when he thought she also felt the same way with all the stares he’d been getting while he’s ‘busy’ faking his reading time in their common room. Guess his affection was a one-way street. Too bad, that.
Easing his hold on her, he was startled when he felt her dainty hands tugging his dress shirt.
“Don’t you dare stop now, you git.”
His confidence returned with a vengeance. He smirked and grabbed the witch, making her squeak in surprise.
Have a lot of fun at all the parades, BBQ’s, street events, and firework festivals. Stay safe. Don’t burn your mouths or your fingers. Try not to thump your cousin on the head, even if he is annoying. Watch John Adams. Listen to Hamilton!
And whatever you decide to do to celebrate, remember: the potential for greatness lies within you.
Regardless of type.
Regardless of age.
Regardless of gender, or sexual orientation, or race.
This is an incredible time to be alive. Embrace it.
Se’s: no, setting off fireworks in your pants while playing crack the whip in the street after drinking six beers is not a good idea.
Si’s: just because the family reunion sucked last year doesn’t mean it will suck this year. Though you’re completely right: bringing the same people together, and expecting any other result means insanity. Leave early.
Ne’s: this is your one chance a year to spew broad, vague historical knowledge on people while contradicting your previous statements, refusing to pick a side (King George wasn’t all that bad…), and causing mass confusion wherever you go, so use it well. Just run fast when they realize what you said.
Ni’s: try not to get in an argument with Uncle Al about the future of this country. Just enjoy the moment, if you can, and if you cannot, well, you can leave as soon as your inferior Se kicks in and gives you a migraine from all the noise. You may want to leave before you start seeing stars behind your eyelids.
Te’s: chaos on a family holiday is fine. Expect it. Plan for it. Enjoy it (or go blow into a paper bag in the bathroom). You do not have to melt down if people form the wrong line past the picnic tables. Just take a deep breath and redirect the flow of traffic for the optimal serving line … with a smile.
Ti’s: do not try to analyze Aunt Jane’s absurdities at the picnic. Her logic makes no sense. It will never make any sense. It is from the tenth level of hell known as crazy-town, it will blow all your systems of logic to hell, and you will give yourself a headache. Go show the kids how to explode crayons with water.
Fe’s: everyone is not going to have a good time today. Let them. You do not have to stop all the arguments after lunch, either. Let the idiots debate. Go chill your heels in the wading pool. But yes, SFJs, by all means carry a First-Aid-Kit. Trust me, when Big Brother blows up Little Brother with the cherry bombs strapped to a Buzz Lightyear action figure, you’ll need it.
Fi’s: have your escape routes planned in advance to avoid the people you cannot stand, since you cannot keep the look of disgust from your face the next time Cousin Bob belches the Star Spangled Banner. Off Key. Also, the family BBQ with everyone gathered around hoping to have a good time may not be the best place to air Controversial Opinions. Just saying.