Dear Tuesday November, I am a giant sop bucket and yes! Thrice the drama! I've already written three chapters for it when I know shouldn't have. Haha, Snape strikes me as an eccentric, don't you think?
Dear Kestrel Songwood, I also agree! But they are definitely not the picture perfect couple... Gah, I'm glad your response was positive, unlike mine... ;)
Dear Devanelle, thanks for reading! Ah, I'm overwhelmed with happiness. I will SO continue it and if I don't I'll post my address on my fanfiction site so that you can personally knock some sense into me.
Thank you all dear reviewers, subscribers, and readers. I'm sorry this one took so long, I had the craziest week.
A strong discomfort drew me away from my pleasant dreams, the irritation came from the sudden awareness of my lack of pajamas on my once sleeping body. Discarding of my jacket, shoes, socks, and belt, I tossed the items to the floor. The overwhelming laziness and fear of the dark greatly discouraged me from properly changing. I laid back down only to feel a constriction in my chest, sitting up one more, I unsnapped my bra and without taking my shirt off, cast the bra away. A trick every unconscious girl learns once fully developed.
Reaching for warm blankets, my fingers came into contact with something. Hesitantly running my hands over it, I realized it was a person. In fright, I screamed and fell from my bed. A startled snore came from the person and a lamp across the room flickered on. Confusion struck me, I was not in my room. I was in the fourth year boy's dormitory and the person who I was sleeping next to was Miles. His long black hair was free from an elastic band and covered his face. He looked strangely peaceful with his arms and legs extended in a comical fashion.
As I stared at him, I remembered how I rode on Miles' back to his dorm, gossiping madly about Millicent's love for Professor Snape. She actually confessed! He took it quite badly, without even gently turning her down, she ran off in tears. Poor girl. Poor Snape, the man who cannot love. She is probably the first and last woman that will ever confess her love to him.
"Lia?" Alarmed from the call, I stood up to see Draco's ruffled bed head and his cute sleepy face.
"You never left?" He inquired in a low sexy voice.
"I guess not. I should go." I replied, collecting my discarded accessories.
"No, come here."
"But-"
"Stay." He begged, whilst patting the space on his bed. " We have early practice tomorrow, so no one will find out." My heart pounded frantically as I pretended to contemplate his reasoning, when in fact, I would have accepted the first time. However, clingy and detectably desperate I was not.
"Okay." I shyly agreed, crawling into his bed with the upmost timidity and leaving enough space between us to fit a third or even fourth person.
"What are you doing?" Draco whined, turning off the light and pulling me into his chest. My eyes widened when his arms rested on my braless region.
"Mmm." He purred into my ear and kissed my neck.
"Goodnight." I hastily whispered and turned from the spooning position.
"Night, love." Mentally swooning, I left a kiss on his chest. Unconsciousness arrived far too easily, I suppose it must have been because of the person I was sharing a bed with, he kept me warm and fuzzy.
The next morning, the fourth year boys and I awoke to a shocked exclamation. Miles drew his head back and cried to the ceiling.
"Just because I prefer males over females doesn't mean I want to become a female!" He cried as he held my lacy black bra in his hand. Clutching Draco's shirt, I feared to be discovered.
"And to have big boobs? What is this, one of those size D bras? Fuck no!" My boobs weren't big. In anger, I reached under Draco's bed, finding a shoe, I threw it at him. Hitting the back of his head, he fell face down on his bed. Sprinting off the bed, I huddled my stuff together and snatched my bra from his hand. I ran like the speed of light into the comfort of my room.
Meeting up with Draco afterwards at practice was a tad awkward seeing as the guys on the team were convinced we were sleeping together in the euphemistic sense of the word, not in the literal translation, which meant that we only slept in the same bed at the same time. Angered at the insult to my purity, I threw quaffles at nearly all the fourth year the guys, except Flint and Warrington because I really don't want to be booted off the team. In reality, I wasn't insulted by the improper misunderstanding, but I just needed an excuse to beat them up. Those damn boys always tease me for being a short girl on a manly quidditch team, they fucking wish!
"Sorry for insulting the female race and your boobs, which suit you nicely." I glared at Miles as he sat beside me on the grass.
"I forgive you, but you are missing out, being a girl is wicked fun."
"As if, you girls bleed every month for a week." We were wholly ill at ease, immersing ourselves with talk of the pros and cons of womanhood.
"That is one of the only setbacks, along with a torturous 9-month pregnancy and painful childbirth." Graham Montague walked past us and his ears perked up at the word pregnancy.
"Your pregnant, does Malfoy know?" I gasped and flinched from the mere thought.
At my reaction, he creased his red brows in worry. "You poor girl, let me take care of this."
Before I could say anything, he ran off and punched Draco. He held his bloody nose in utter bewilderment, but to him I paid no attention.
"You git! You got Lia pregnant, be a man and do something about it!" Suddenly, all eyes were on me, expecting a response, but I was paralyzed in shock. What? I am not pregnant!
When sense hit me, the lie finished circulating through their dense heads.
"I'm not pregnant, that's not even possible, seeing as-" Graham patted my back.
Cutting me off, he said. "It's okay, we're not dicks, we'll help you get through this."
"But I'm not!" I turned to Miles in exasperation, "tell them I'm not!"
"She's not, really." He said in an amused tone.
Lucian Bole, the sixth year chaser, replied. "You're her gay best friend, you have to cover for her. If your planning on getting an abortion, it's far too late, we won't let you." I buried my face in my hands and whined. This is not happening! Knowing full well how fast gossip spreads through Hogwarts, I fought to prove my point, but failed miserably.
"Yeah, that's a pure-blood future Slytherin baby your carrying, we have to take care of you!" Peregrine Bole, another sixth year chaser, agreed.
"You don't understand-" I started but was ambushed by foolish encouragements. I ignored their remarks, running through sensible methods of ending this dreadful misconception. Get it conception? Oh smite me, I'm screwed.
Ahh! Cliffhanger! Expect one tonight or tomorrow, promise:)