Holidays

A Harry Potter FanFiction

Chapter Seven

"No! I don't need sleep!" Monique slurred.

"Come on! I'll take you to bed." Theo soothed.

"Ooh, I might like that." She replied with a wink.

Monique, who had been quite tight lipped to begin with, was well and truly sloshed. In fact, both Monique and Pansy had taken quite their share.

"Pansy! Let's dance!" Monique exclaimed.

"Oooh! I love a good dance!" Pansy cried, dragging Monique up onto the table. It always amazed me how girls could all of a sudden become best friends because they liked each other's shoes. I looked up as Monique and Pansy grinded against each other to no music. If I wasn't so annoyed, it would have been a great show. Monique had been flirting with Theo all night and Pansy had become besties with Monique, so I was being ignored. Theo walked up to the table and placed Monique over his shoulder.

"Come on, bed!" He scolded, slapping her arse.

"Ooh, continue like that and you can definitely get into my bed." Monique laughed.

"Night Draco." Theo murmured, walking back inside.

"Night Draco!" Monique shouted, "Sweet Dreams!" She blew me a kiss.

"C'mon Pans, time for bed." I muttered.

She giggled as I took her hand and led her inside and up the stairs. I safely deposited her into her room and went back to mine.

"Aren't you going to stay with me?" Pansy asked.

"No, you're drunk." I said bluntly. I waited for a reply, but there was nothing. She was already asleep.

I sighed as I shut my door and kicked off my shoes. Why didn't I just fuck Monique when I had the chance? I was a fool. An absolute fool. Just as I was taking off my shirt, there was a soft knock at my door.

"Theo, you don't have to knock every time man, you can just enter."

I turned to face him, but instead of his usual tall figure, there was a shorter, more feminine one.

"Monique?"

There she was, standing in my doorway, wearing that dirty old t-shirt, her hair falling around her face.

"Where's Pansy?" She asked.

"In her room… Monique, are you ok?" I asked. She nodded her head and then shook it, tears beginning to fall. Shit.

"I'm so alone." She whimpered as she laid down on my bed. I sat down next to her.

"Uh, it's ok, you're not alone." I said, trying to comfort her, awkwardly patting her leg.

"Oh cut the bullshit Draco, I am."

"You're not alone. I mean, I can send an owl to your family, I'm sure they would come visit or take you home."

"I don't mean like that!" She cried, "I've got no one Draco, no one interested. I'm going to die an old and bitter witch."

Oh… Why did she have to come to me for comforting? Surely Theo would be better at this.

"What about Oliver?"

"Gah, we broke up. We weren't even a real couple. I've never been a real couple with anyone."

"But you've had plenty of boyfriends." I reasoned.

"Oh Draco, that's because I'm a slut. Let's face facts ok?"

Obviously, the alcohol was having an adverse effect.

"You're not a slut Monique."

"And why do you keep doing that?" Monique exclaimed, sitting up to face me.

"Do what?" I asked in shock.

"You keep being nice to me. Why?"

"Maybe I'm maturing."

"Ha!"

I smirked at her.

"So why are you alone?" I questioned, changing the subject.

"Hello! Have you not been listening?" Monique leant forward and rapt her knuckles against my forehead, "There is no one interested!"

"I'm sure there are plenty of people interested."

"No. There isn't. They only go after me because they think I'm easy. Hell! I am easy!" She flopped back on the bed. I reached over and grabbed her face.

"Where is this coming from?" I asked, my body hovering above hers. Her eyes scanned mine.

"Where is this coming from?" She asked quietly, signalling to my position.

"I- uh-" I moved to get up.

"No, stay." She whispered, gently pushing me onto my back, positioning herself above me.

"Monique, I'm, I'm not doing this, you're drunk."

She looked at me questioningly.

"What do you think I'm doing?" She asked.

"You're trying to seduce me… Aren't you?"

She laughed.

"No! I'm getting comfortable." She laid beside me, placing her head on my chest and wrapping her leg around my waist.

"That's much better." She said with a sigh.

It was. It was a lot better.


I awoke with blurred vision, a slight nauseas feeling and a huge headache. Hello HangOverville, Population; Me. I shut my eyes again, enjoying the warmth. Actually, I was quite comfortable. God, this headache was awful. It was thudding in my ears. BaBoom, BaBoom, BaBoom. Actually, it only seemed to be coming from my right side. BaBoom, BaBoom, BaBoom. In fact, I don't think it was coming from me. BaBoom, BaBoom, BaBoom. Oh Merlin!

I sat bolt upright.

"Where's the nachos?" Draco muttered, half asleep, he sat up with me. I turned to face him.

"Oh dear God. We didn't?"

"No." His face concerned, "No, no, no, no, no."

"Oh thank God!" I fell backwards onto the pillow. I looked up at Draco's face. It looked almost pained.

"Whats the matter?" I asked. He shut his eyes for a moment.

"Would it be such a bad thing if we had?"

"If we had what?"

"If we had done it." He said quietly, looking down. I felt my jaw drop in shock. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

There was a knock at the door. Draco looked into my eyes.

"Aren't you going to get that?" I whispered.

There was another knock. Draco continued to stare me down. His eyes were mesmerising. A steely grey.

"Draco?" Pansy's voice called through the door.

"Not now Pansy." Draco answered, but it was too late. She was already standing in the doorway.

"Um, what is going on?" She asked, her face screwed up with disgust.

"Nothing." Draco said quickly, standing up. I looked at the scene that was being played out. I was lying in Draco's bed, with nothing but an old t-shirt and some lacy underwear on. Draco at least still had his pants on.

"Well something must be going on." Pansy said, her voice annoyed. I stood up.

"Look, Pansy, it's not what it looks like." I said in a soothing tone.

"Oh really?"

"Yes. Really. I was drunk and upset and I came in to Draco's room and I must have eventually fallen asleep."

Pansy looked between Draco and I, her eyes narrowed.

"Whatever. Draco, I'm leaving. Don't bother owling me." She turned on her heels and exited, leaving Draco and I to stare at the empty space. You could cut the tension with a knife.

"Monique I – "

I cut him off. I couldn't cope with this kind of thing so early in the morning.

"I'm going to have a shower."

I quickly jumped off the bed and headed back to my room.

What the fuck was going on?