In all honesty she'd never been all that close with Vince. He was often stupid, and mean, and well stupid. But for some reason both him and Greg fit in with their little group. She remembers the night they all snuck out of their dorms and ran around the castle chasing one another to the astronomy tower, excitement bubbling in her stomach and stolen firewhiskey still burning her throat. They laughed alot, that's what she remembers most about Vince, they just all laughed alot.

It's a few week's after the incident at Draco's, honestly it got so awkward and heavy she just got up and left before they could ask her any more questions and fuck she forgot her nice ass expensive bottle of merlot at their place god dammit. Thing's are the same honestly, dirty looks, scathing howlers ( like honestly who even sends howlers anymore unless you're a 3rd year or a Weasley for god's sake). She still wakes up in a cold sweat every night, crying, and thank god the castle was remodelled a bit so she could have her own room. Well it's another one of those nights but this time it's worse and she wakes up and she's scared and paranoid and just needs to get the hell out of her room. So there she is walking the empty halls, alone, in Draco's old Quidditch jersey and black shorts and long socks and puffy eyes and messy hair. And she honestly doesn't care I mean she has no one to impress and if Filch found her it's not like it would matter if she got expelled or whatever. Pansy would never say it out loud but she really fucking misses her friends. She wished Daphne and Blaise weren't off having there sexcation in Italy and she wishes Draco would talk to her like she was his friend not a ticking time bomb. Lost in thought she makes her way to the kitchens and sitting there in all his fucking glory is The Boy Who Lived himself sitting on top of the kitchen counter. And he's staring at her and she's realising the bag's under his eyes and how fucking tired he looked and he looks confused and surprised and Pansy was uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at." She tries to say haughtily but her voice cracked because she'd been crying and she looks and feels like shit.

"Want some?" Potter asks and she's now realising that in his hand is a bottle of Firewhiskey. And Pansy never makes good decisions so she pulls herself up onto the counter across from him and snatches the bottle from his hand.

"So care to explain why you're in the 'completely off limits to students' kitchen at like 2 in the morning drinking hard liquor?" She asks taking a swig.

"Probably the same reason as you." He accuses narrowing his eyes.

For once in her life Pansy doesn't have anything to say. No sarcastic comments or rude remarks because he's probably right. They both kept drinking in silence but surprisingly it isn't awkward

"You look ridiculous by the way." He states smirking at her and giving her a once over.

"Checking me out, Potter?" She bites back trying to suppress the urge to smile back at him

"You're really not as awful as you pretend to be, are you Parkinson?" He questions but like who even says that like you don't know me.

"This is fucking ridiculous." She laughs trying to change the subject.

"What is?"

" This." She gestures to the room and them and giggles and wow she's starting to get drunk.

He looks confused for a second then they both dissolve into laughter.

A week later it happens again. Then again. And again. Some nights they get drunk, others they fight, or when the nightmares get bad they just sit in silence. They don't really talk though you know? The only conversations they have while sober are painful and angry. And she doesn't like him, at all. I mean he's an asshole. Because he knows how to make her feel small, how to make it hurt, and she doesn't really know why that is. It's just comforting to know that someone else is just as lonely and hurt as you are.


Just a little warning there will be smut in the next chapter!

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