"What is she doing in my room?"
It takes me a few seconds to realise what's going on. In all this hectic I completely forgot about the fact that Zabini and Draco are roommates. He mentioned it a few times. They aren't exactly close friends - more like casual acquaintances- but they share rooms. My legs are shaking and the pulsing pain in my head gets worse especially with the lights on. I almost stumble and fall down but save myself by holding onto Malfoy's arm.
When I look up his eyes widen and his glance is glued to my hand placed on his chest. I hastily take a step back and lean against the wall instead.
"Answer the question, Zabini." The tone in his voice seems incensed and he looks really annoyed overall. Malfoy's wearing a white T-shirt and grey joggers which cause me to silently giggle. I wish I could control my thoughts and my imagination better. "And what are you laughing at?"
Luckily I don't need to answer when Zabini gets up and playfully puts his arm around Malfoy's wide shoulders. "We were at the party and she got wasted and forgot about the code for her dormitory."
"That doesn't answer my question." He shakes Zabini's arm off and dims the light. Finally. I analyse the room. There are two beds. I know that Zabini is really into Rock music so I figure that the side with the Guns n' Roses posters belong to him. The other side must be Malfoy's then. His bed is kinda messy- not really surprising considering it's 3 am and he was probably sleeping or about to sleep. There aren't any posters hanging on his walls and not much of a personal touch; only a few books on his desk and a few lose paper sheets. I can't see the title of the books but they definitely don't look like school books.
"Well McGonagall was on patrol and she would've gotten caught if I didn't bring her." Zabini jumps onto his bed and rolls around like a cat. "I'm so exhausted."
"Yeah I don't give a shit." Malfoy shoots me a deadly glare and walks up to his bed sitting down as well. "You take care of her then."
"Excuse me." I finally speak out happy to know I didn't actually loose the ability to talk. "I am not some stray dog."
"You are annoying for one." Malfoy mumbles under his breath loud enough for me to hear it. I won't even start to argue with him- not now. I am feeling sick, my body hurts, I can't think straight and if I don't lay down in the next five minutes I'll either pas out or puke. Or both.
"Do you remember the code now?" Zabini sits up and continues after I shake my head. I wish I would. I hate the energy in here. "Then I'll guess you'll be our guest for the night."
"Yeah, no, ain't happening." Malfoy doesn't bother looking up from the book he's reading. His body is leaned against the window and his legs are crossed. If I pretend that he isn't annoying and that his family isn't a bunch of murderers one might actually consider him cute. Emphasis on the if and might.
"Where else will she sleep then?"
"She could sleep on the fucking streets for all I care about. But definitely not in here."
"Don't be a dick." Zabini walks towards me and softly points to his bed. "You can sleep there. You're lucky. The sheets are new. I'll sleep in Malfoy's bed."
"The hell you will." Malfoy puts his book down and covers the whole bed with his height making sure that there isn't enough space for Blaise. Why is he acting like a child?
"Stop being so annoying."
"If she has to sleep here then she can sleep in your bed with you. But you won't be sleeping on my bed."
"Don't be ridiculous." Zabini walks to the bathroom leaving the door hallway open. My head gets dizzy and I sit down on his bed. The sheets do really smell good and being on a warm comfortable bed causes me to get really tired.
"I don't think she'll mind. She has quite a reputation." A devilish smirk appears on his face as he darts his eyes into mine.
"Can you shut up for a second and let me alone - at least for tonight?" My eyelids get heavy. I am trying my best to not fall asleep but it's really hard. Especially with the candles on, the dimmed light and the comfortable bed.
"Sorry, Miss. How rude of me to talk in my own room."
"You can shove your sarcasm elsewhere, Malfoy." Is all I say before forcing myself to get up.
"Where was I?" Zabini walks out the bathroom with new clothes on. "Right. I'll just give you something comfortable to sleep in and then you can just sleep here tonight." He leans in closer and lowers his voice as he continues: "I'll take care of Malfoy. Don't worry."
I nod and accept the clothes he hands me over before entering their bathroom. I am surprised to see that it's actually clean and not half as messy as I imagined it to be. A look in the mirror tells me that I don't just feel like garbage but also look like it. I put the chaos on my head in a ponytail and wash my face a few times. The lipstick I applied earlier is already off and the mascara is a bit smudged so it doesn't take me long to completely remove my makeup. After getting dressed in Zabini's clothes I fold mine and check the mirror one last time. I probably smell like alcohol. Maybe that's why Zabini doesn't want to sleep in the same bed as me. Or maybe he's just respectful and doesn't want me to feel uncomfortable. Probably the latter. There are mints in a small box next to their toothbrushes and I decide to take on. They won't mind. Checking myself one last time in the mirror I decide that I look less shitty than I did earlier and carefully leave the bathroom so I don't trip. I'll never drink again.
"Do you need anything else, Y/N?"
I follow the voice and let out a really loud laugh when I spot Draco and Zabini sleeping in the same beds. They are on opposite sides and Draco looks hella annoyed but it's still hilarious.
"Terribly amusing, isn't it?" Draco scoffs.
"I never thought of it before but you two would make a lovely couple." I let out as I lay down on the other bed and cover myself with the warm blanket.
"Shut it." The blonde haired boy dedicates himself to his book again and ignores Zabini's and my conversation completely.
"Y/N." Blaise puts his phone away. "Are you sure Ron won't mind you staying here tonight? I wouldn't exactly want to get in trouble with him."
I am confused for a brief second. "Ron and I aren't dating."
"I know but he can get very possessive of you anyway. Especially when this grinch is involved." He kicks him which makes Malfoy kick him back even harder. "Ouch!"
I never thought of Ron as the possessive type. He always trusted me and he never interfered in any of my business when we were broken up. He didn't even mind when I had that fling with Cedric a few months ago. But he does get protective when Malfoy is involved, I guess. Probably because he knows that I tend to lose control when being surrounded by him. Or maybe because I get hurt easily. "He won't mind, I guess. He won't even know."
"Your relationship is really confusing." He lays down on his back and looks up to the ceiling with both of his hands behind his head. Malfoy is still reading his book but he's been on the same page for the whole time now so I guess he's secretly listening to us talk. I may be drunk, but I'm not blind.
"I wouldn't say confusing. It is - well- complicated."
"That's the same thing."
"Sorry for not having the whole dictionary in my head right now, Zabini. If you haven't noticed, I am wasted as fuck." There it is again. That pulsing pain in my head.
"I mean- I am just saying. You were quite the cute couple and he obviously cares for you and as far as I can tell you do too. So why aren't you dating anymore?"
"Enjoying our conversation?" I ask Malfoy. "You're obviously eavesdropping or are you just a really slow reader?"
"Why would I care about you?"
"You tell me."
"If you ask me, Blaise.' Draco sits up facing me. 'Ron probably broke up with her since she can't seem to keep it in her pants."
"Oh please. Stop acting like a saint. I heard stories about you as well." Hermione did some digging during this week and found out through some of her friends from Beauxbaton that Malfoy had quite the reputation for playing the girls.
"I was never in a relationship."
"I wonder why."
"Can you guys stop fighting?" Blaise covers his face with a pillow. "It's really annoying. It's almost 4am and I am tried and I just wanted to have a casual conversation but your moody ass had to ruin it, didn't it, Draco?"
"I just gave my opinion. If you don't like it you're always welcome to get off my bed." He throws his book on the desk and lays down facing the window.
"He's just on his period." Zabini winks at me. "Good night then."
"Good night." I reply and cover half my face with the blanket since it's really cold in here.
"Good night to you as well, Draco." Blaise kicks him again.
"If you kick me one more time I will stab you in your sleep!" He aggressively turns the lights off.
"Sorry, princess." Blaise silently laughs.
It takes me only a few seconds before I am completely fallen asleep.
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The newborn son wakes me up in the morning. Its warmths and brightness overwhelmed my hungover body causing me to feel nauseous the moment I wake up. I try to calm myself down by pressing a pillow against my face but unsuccessfully. This pillow smells nice. When did I change my bed sheets though? I always have black ones. I don't even own white ones. Wait- hold up-
I hastily sit up which I soon realise wasn't the best idea. For fucks sake, how much did I drink last night? And why did I think it was a good idea? Okay so, this is definitely not my room. And the clothes I am wearing are definitely not mine. When I hear a soft yawn from the right I panic. This doesn't sound like a female yawn. I could just leave. I don't have to see where I am. I could just pretend that I didn't wake up somewhere that is not my room, completely wasted and hungover, wearing clothes that don't belong to me. But I don't.
My head carefully turns right and my breathing stops when I eye a blonde haired boy sleeping in the bed across the room. Flashbacks start floating my mind. Small memories of conversations I had, feelings I felt, things I did and two faces. Zabini and Malfoy. Wait I didn't- I couldn't- could I? I stretch my body a bit to get a better look on Malfoy who's sleeping on his bed all by himself. He's fully clothed. Thank God. I remember Zabini bringing me here so I don't get caught. But he slept on Malfoy's bed. Or am I wrong?
"What the fuck are you staring at?"
"Fuck!" I let out and try to control my heart which is beating like crazy right now. Malfoy sits up straight and looks at me with a confused look mixed with annoyance? His hair is really messy and single strands fall into his face. Because his shirt is wrinkled and a bit shifted it doesn't cover everything which allows me to see a small part his pale skin.
"Enjoy the view?" He pulls his shirt all the way down and gets up walking towards me. Air, I need air. Why am I even holding my breath. He stops right in front of me and bows down a bit. "Are you feeling ashamed?"
"Why?" I finally speak. "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"
"You were so wasted that you ended up sleeping in a room with two guys. And you're wearing the clothes of one of them. And you don't even feel embarrassed? Pathetic."
"Aren't you getting sick of judging me all the time?" I get my shit together and stand up giving my best to keep my balance.
"Don't you think I didn't notice the hickeys on Zabini's neck?"
He woke up like two minutes ago yet he somehow has the energy to jump into conclusions already and shame me for things I didn't do. And for things that no one should be shamed for even if they did do it.
"So what? You think I slept with him?"
"Wouldn't really surprise me."
I get it now. He is obviously so obsessed with my life and what I do with my body because he's sexually frustrated. He may have gotten lots of action at his old school but the girls in Hogwarts won't fall for his foul tricks and his bad boy stereotype.
"Fan behaviour, I say." I shove him away and make my way to the bathroom. Zabini's not here either. And I'm not asking Malfoy about his whereabouts. He's already been getting on my nerves for the past two days. I wash my face and put my chaotic hair in a ponytail trying to look decent again.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He follows me.
"I'm just saying." I roll my eyes and look at him through the mirror. "If you're so desperate to get shagged you should fix your attitude or wank it off. But don't interfere in any of the things I do with my cherry down there."
"So you think I am being like this because I want to get laid? See, that's how I know that you know nothing about me."
"And the thing is, Malfoy." I turn around walking towards him pushing him against the wall with my hand on the right side of his face. "I really don't want to. You could be fucking the whole school and I wouldn't care at all. But I care the moment you judge me for things I did or did not do because they are none of your fucking business."
"Careful. You don't want to mess with me."
"I think you're the one messing with me. What is it? Why is your nose constantly in my business?" I smile playing with the collar of his shirt. "Tell me, Draco. To you want to fuck me so bad?"
"W-What?"
"Is it killing you to see everyone get a taste of me except for you? Is it hurting your ego? Or does little Malfoy developed feelings for me and is now scared?"
"Stop talking bullshit." His heart beat rises and my hands paint little circles onto his chest making his heart beat even faster. Two can play this game.
"Oh, bullshit?" I lean in closer and whisper in his ear: "If I am talking bullshit then why is your heart beating so fast? And I bet that once my hand goes down there-" My other hand strokes along all the way from his chest to his waist. "-your heart won't be the only thing that's excited."
He doesn't say anything but bits his lower lip instead. When my hand almost reaches his center he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. Gotcha. I kick him in his knees causing him to grunt in pain.
"What the fuck, Y/L/N?" He fell to the ground and I observe the painful look develop into a hateful one.
"I had you for a moment, didn't I?" I kneel down. "Even though I'd like to help you with your mommy issues, I can't. I don't fuck little ignorant boys."
"You're a psycho."
"You say it like it's an insult." I laugh and get up. "Tell Zabini thank you for me, will you? See you around, babes."
Leaving him on the floor I take my clothes from yesterday and leave his room. When walking down the halls I give my best to ignore the people watching at me. "Oh my fucking God, I didn't sleep with anyone!" I put my middle fingers up causing everyone to go silent and look down in embarrassment. Whoever said that girls are worse at gossiping was never at Hogwarts.
"I thought it was you." Kieran walks out of his room and accompanies me on my way downstairs. He's one of the only Slytherins I get along with since he's my room mates and best friend's brother. Kamila wasn't here for the first week because she had a lot of things to take care of. Kieran and her are half siblings and she's half a muggle so she is in constant argument with her muggle father who doesn't want her to practice witchcraft but to go to a muggle school instead. "Is there a reason why you're dressed in Zabini's clothes?"
"So curious."
"So mysterious."
"Jokes aside. I was wasted as fuck last night so I didn't remember the code for the girls dormitory." I explain as I enter the corridor which separates the girls' and boys' chambers.
"You're lucky then. I heard one Gryffindor got caught last night and now she's getting kicked out of school."
"Wait- for real?" Could it be any of my friends?
"She is in fifth year so you probably don't even know her." He adds.
"I'm relieved." I knock against the big doors. "It's me. I forgot the code!"
A girl opens the door. She's dressed in her pyjamas and is brushing her teeth. When she spots Kieran who's standing next to me she panics and promptly runs away to her room again.
"Is Kamila coming back today?"
"She came back last year. I wanted to check on her anyway."
"Oh." I nod. "Go ahead, sir."
"Thank you, ma'am." He playfully bows and walks down the halls. Some girls are leaned against their door frames drooling over Kieran. He is handsome indeed, not really my type but definitely not ugly. Then their eyes scan me and I get shot with judgemental glances. Not again.
"I did not fuck anyone!" I groan and follow him. He slightly turns around chuckling and then putting his arm around me. "I'm so sick of people."
"Don't be so harsh to them. They just can't believe that someone that hot isn't getting laid constantly."
"How fond of you to say that. I shall accept that company." I unlock the door to my room and get welcomed with chaos. Pure chaos. Clothes are spread all over the floor, there is a suitcase on my bed and a figure walking through the door while talking loudly on the phone.
"If she's going to be like that this whole year she'll sleep in the corridor. I'm not joking." My eyes are still glued onto her. Kamila doesn't even notice
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A/N: Let me introduce you to some new characters
Okay so basically (it's not that important for the story but it's good to know) Kamila and Kieran have the same mother but different fathers but they grew up in the same household. Kamila's father doesn't really want her to go to Hogwarts which is why they are in constantly fighting. And since they are the same age they both go the the sixth year.
Ester Expósito as Kamila
Louis Partridge as Kieran