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Chapter 36 - kiss*

TW: Underage drinking & Slight sexual content
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The Slytherin common room was alive with the sounds of celebration. The air buzzed with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses as the students revelled in their victory. Green and silver banners hung from the walls, and the Quidditch Cup gleamed on a table in the center of the room, a symbol of their hard-earned triumph.

Iris found herself in the midst of the crowd, a glass of Firewhiskey in hand, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her veins. The euphoria of the day still lingered, and she couldn't help but smile as she watched her friends celebrate. Blaise and Theo were reenacting some of their best moments from the match, playfully arguing over who had been the most crucial to their victory, while Pansy laughed at their antics, her cheeks flushed from the drinks.

The room was filled with students lounging on the plush sofas, perched on armchairs, and leaning against the walls, all in various states of inebriation. The scent of Firewhiskey and Butterbeer mingled with the faint, smoky aroma of something stronger being passed around in a circle near the fireplace. The atmosphere was heady and electric, a perfect storm of triumph and indulgence.

Iris leaned back against the armrest of a sofa, her gaze drifting across the room until it landed on Draco. He was standing near the Quidditch Cup, surrounded by a group of students who were congratulating him on his performance as Seeker and captain. His hair was tousled, and he had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the attention.

As if sensing her gaze, Draco looked up and met Iris's eyes from across the room. The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down her spine, and she quickly took another sip of her drink, trying to steady herself.

Before she could fully process what was happening, a few of Draco's friends playfully pushed him onto a coffee table in the center of the room, urging him to make a speech. He stumbled slightly but caught himself, laughing as he stood tall, holding the Quidditch Cup high above his head. The room erupted into cheers, and Draco's smirk widened, his eyes never leaving Iris's.

"Here's to Slytherin!" Draco shouted, his slightly raspy voice carrying over the noise. "And to the best fucking Quidditch team Hogwarts has ever seen!"

The room roared in approval, students raising their glasses and echoing his toast. Iris couldn't help but grin, raising her own glass in response. The energy in the room was infectious, and she felt herself being swept up in the celebration, the alcohol loosening her inhibitions.

Draco's eyes locked onto hers again, and this time, there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze. The noise around them seemed to fade as he dropped the cup onto the table and jumped down, landing lightly on his feet. Without a second thought, he made his way through the crowd, his focus solely on Iris.

Her heart raced as he approached, her breath catching in her throat. There was something about the way he was looking at her, something that made her pulse quicken and her stomach flutter. And then he was in front of her, close enough that she could smell the faint scent of Firewhiskey on his breath, mingled with something uniquely him.

Before she could say anything, before she could even think, Draco reached out and cupped her face in his hands, his touch surprisingly gentle. His eyes searched hers for a brief moment, as if seeking permission, but there was no hesitation in the way he leaned in and captured her lips with his.

The kiss was intense, filled with the passion and energy of the night. Iris's eyes fluttered shut as she melted into him, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip his arms. The world around them seemed to disappear, the noise of the party fading into the background as the only thing that mattered was the feel of Draco's lips on hers.