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Author's Note: For the second round of the Pole Vault round of the 2012 Hogwarts Games. Astoria/Romilda/Demelza. Not related to the previous drabble; these are going to be unrelated from one another, although they may contain similar themes.
Although FFN has this as being more (partially because of this note and disclaimer) the drabble itself is really 694 according to Word Count Tool.
If somebody had entered the Gryffindor seventh year girls' dormitory that night, it would have appeared to be empty. Four of the five beds were obviously uninhabited, and the fifth one had the canopies drawn around it so that nobody could see inside. Occasionally they rustled, but as they made no noise, a person coming in would have assumed it was just wind from the half-open window.
That fifth bed was Romilda Vane's. It was rather easy to tell, as the wall next to it was completely plastered with pictures, both magical and Muggle, and almost all of them had Romilda herself in them. She was usually accompanied by other people, however - her closest friends. There were some pictures from Dumbledore's Army the year that the Carrows had been at Hogwarts, for although Colin hadn't been there to take pictures, she had done so herself in order to keep memories of them.
A majority of the pictures, though, was Romilda along with another Gryffindor girl, Demelza Robins. The two of them were in the same year - in fact, one of the unoccupied beds in the Gryffindor seventh year girls' room was hers. They had always been close, which is why it had felt so completely natural when they eventually took another step and started going out together.
In some of the pictures, a third seventh year popped up, usually wearing a Slytherin tie. That was the third member of their group, Astoria Greengrass, and although she was in a different house, it didn't matter to them. She wasn't like the majority of Slytherins; she had hated the Carrows, had fought back against them in her own way, and had even snuck back to the Battle of Hogwarts despite being underage. That was, in fact, how she had become friends with Romilda and Demelza, who had also snuck back in.
At that moment, it was Romilda and Demelza who had taken up Romilda's bed. Because of the large amount of silencing charms placed on it, it would have been all right if the other girls had still been in there. It was, in fact, pure coincidence that they weren't. One of them had been called home for a funeral, one of them was sleeping with her boyfriend, and the third was staying up all night to finish an essay. They were alone.
Demelza rested her head on Romilda's shoulder. It was relatively late - past midnight, that is - and the two of them probably should have been getting some sleep. When they were together, though, sleep wasn't a priority. That didn't stop Demelza from being tired, however, even as she looked past Romilda at the collage of pictures on the wall.
"I like that one," she murmured, pointing at a rather recent one. It had been taken a few months ago, when Astoria had accompanied the two of them to Hogsmeade. They had their arms around one another, and were laughing over something Romilda had said. Astoria had managed to convince a third year to take their picture, and although the angle was slightly off, the picture still captured their close relationship.
"Me too," Romilda answered, sounding slightly more awake.
Demelza's eyes flicked from picture to picture, finally stopping on an old one of just the two girls, taken in their fifth year. "Can you believe it's been nearly two years since the Battle of Hogwarts?" She propped herself up on her elbow. "Seems like it's been longer than that."
"I know." Romilda nodded and propped herself up as well. "Hell, I can't believe we're graduating from Hogwarts in just two months. We'll have to get a flat together or something. Maybe Astoria could move in with us, I don't think she has anyplace to go either."
Demelza blushed. "What would she do when we, um, slept together?"
"She could join in." Romilda laughed at the embarrassed, horrified look on Demelza's face. Romilda had always been the bold one. "Just kidding, just kidding. Unless, of course, you're tempted?"
Her face remained a fiery red. "I can't believe we're having this conversation!"
Romilda couldn't help but smirk at the other girl. "I can."
