"So, since we have a lovely weekend ahead of us," Dom starts while taking a seat next to me, at the Ravenclaw table. "We should have a sleepover." She suggests. "Are you guys in?"
"You know, I wouldn't miss our sleepovers for anything." I start just to be interrupted by Dominique.
"Why is it that whenever you open your mouth to say something, I get the feeling that a big, fat 'but' is going to follow?" She questions.
I show her the finger, flipping my hair, which I had pulled into a braid this morning, over my shoulder. "But," I put additional emphasize on the word. "I have a lot of homework to do before I can get to do anything else. And even after I have finished them, I still have to go to detention, you know."
"The one time you get close to someone remotely hot, you get yourself into trouble for it." Lucy states, grabbing a piece of toasted bread as she sits down. "What are we talking about?" She asks, taking a bite.
"Sleepover, today." Roxanne says short and precise.
"But?" Lucy asks.
"BUT, our lovely Nightingale has homework to do and detention with Harries, today!" She throws her arms into the air, somehow wanting to prove her point. "Why did you have to get involved with him? I know he is hot and all that but I doubt he is that good in bed – oh I forgot! Even though you two were running around naked in the castle, you didn't get to conjoining."
I grimace, throwing one of my grapes at her face. She winces when it hits her square in the face.
"We weren't naked," I defend myself. "And I would not have done anything with him." My eyes narrow.
So do hers. "Of course, you wouldn't have." She looks around the table and then to the Slytherins. "Where is your Prince Charming, by the way? I haven't seen you guys together, for a while."
"And I don't see any marks on your neck – or are you bitch hiding them somewhere else?" Roxanne's eyes shine with excitement as she imagines the marks he could have left on my body. "I would not have expected you to be that kinky." She winks.
The other girls giggle.
"Get your head out of the gutter, Rox." I turn to her. "Nothing happened, at detention. I didn't even want to look at him, for that matter."
"Hmm." Dom hums. "I would have thought you to have some wild, animalistic sex with him, after that little episode you had with James, yesterday night."
I scoff. "I hope that bastard learnt something, yesterday. I would hate to repeat our little encounter."
"He sure enjoyed it." Lucy says, her eyes wide. My eyes narrow.
"So what happened, yesterday?" Roxanne asks, sitting on the edge of the bank. What is wrong her, today? "With Harries, I mean. We all know what happened with James."
"What's with the sudden interest in my love life, Roxy?" I ask and she blushes, turning to hide her face behind the massive curls.
"Well, I would have thought that since last time," She pauses to clear her throat. "That maybe you would have another amazing story in your repertoire."
"Girl you sound thirsty." Dominique says. "When was the last time you were with a guy?"
"That is none of your concern."
"But my love life is?"
Roxanne mumbles something under her breath, before taking another bite from her breakfast. Her reddened cheeks blush further as a drop of jelly runs down her chin and onto her plate. We laugh but I cannot help to wonder why she is acting this way.
"If you want to know." I give in, causing her to face me, her eyes bright like a child on Christmas. "We got into another fight – sort of?" I question, not sure, if it could be considered a fight, since I had been the only one screaming and then walked out on him.
"What happened?" She questions.
"After that encounter with Potter, I had been a little late for detention. Filch threatened that he would have told on me to Dumbridge, if I had taken longer than I already had. We had to polish the trophies, which I didn't really look forward to, at all. So Filch gave us our work and then left, claiming that he would be back in an hour. Once he was gone though, Harries decided that he wanted to play with me – "
"So something naughty did happen between the two of you!" Roxanne and Dominique exclaim. "I knew I liked your love life, for a reason."
"No." I repeat. "Nothing happened, I told you that. And if you hadn't interrupted me, you would have known by now that I pushed him off me."
"What a prude." They scoff.
"I would rather be prudish than thirsty – let me correct that; dehydrated! But we got into a little fight because he called me stupid, if I were to believe the rumours they are spreading about me. I screamed a bit, the light bulb exploded and walked out on him." I finish.
"You sure have drama in your life."
"I know!" I lay my head on the table. "And it just doesn't seem to want to end, any time soon. I still have a good three weeks of detention, I can't accompany you guys to Hogsmeade and Dumbridge has taken about 200 points from my house, already. And I don't want to think about how my mom will react when she receives that letter, in which that hag tells her about my nightly escapades, as she so kindly put it." My eyes widen, fearing what my mom would do.
I take a deep breath, looking at the piece of bread I had picked up just to throw it on my plate again. All this stress isn't good for someone my age. I should not have even gotten into trouble for having a love life or for defending myself because some insolent boy decides to mess with me, in the first place. But I guess I did provoke the woman.
"Let us please forget your sorry excuse of a love life, for a second, and focus on the more important matters at hand." Dominique says, biting into her breakfast. "The sleepover; I don't want to do it without you. I get that you have detention. We cannot really ignore that, since I wouldn't put it past that bitch to expel you when you don't show up. And right now, in your state of mind, we don't really want that, do we? So we will just start a little later, no problem. It will give us more time to prepare everything." I would not have thought Dominique Gabrielle Weasley to be this considering.
"As for your homework, you better have it finished before going to detention or you will do the rest of that shit tomorrow. I won't have you cancelling because of some minor issues, are we clear?" Her gaze is stern.
"Yes, mother." I smile, teeth showing. "Do you want me to do something else for you, as well mother? You have been stressing about your little plan for so much. Let me help you – is your breakfast okay? Do I have to go and beat someone up?" I mock her, petting her blond hair.
She lays her head on my shoulder, eyes closing and a sigh leaving her lips. "I know. I am a hard working mother of three. There is just so much I can do before I suffer under the pressure. Organizing parties, dress you properly, since you can't seem to do it yourself. If I don't stop worrying so much, I will be covered in wrinkles before my twentieth birthday." She throws her head back, a manicured hand on her forehead. We laugh at the blonde, amused with her little show.
"You need help." We say.
"I know. I can't deal with you, on my own."
"I meant professional."
"There are only a handful of people I will let near my body." We all nod.
"Right." Lucy says. "Because there's probably only a handful of people that actually want to touch you!"
"And you probably only have your hand to touch you!"
"That's not true." I say, the teasing clear in my voice. "She has Adam." I wiggle my eyebrows.
"Yeah." Roxanne's voice holds displeasure. I turn to look at her, confusion written on my face but she turns her head, avoiding our glances.
"You still haven't told us how he is." Dom wiggles her brows.
"We don't talk about him. If he really took advantage of me, Freddie and James will kill him."
"We could have confronted him. But you don't want to."
"I am kind of, ignoring him, as of lately."
Dom rolls her eyes and we forget the subject. We eat the rest of our breakfast in silence, the occasional question of passing some stuff, being the only sound shared between us.
"I better get going then." I start to stand up, collecting my stuff, after we finish. "I have a ton of work to do, and someone is going to die if I don't have it finished by tonight." I wink at Dom.
"We'll stop by, at some point okay?" I nod before throwing my bag over my shoulder and walking towards the library.
I have been seated in a silent corner for the past three hours now, most of my work done. And yet there doesn't seem to be an end to it. I shuffle through several books, trying to get the answer to my questions.
"Is that you, Nightingale?" Interrupting my hurried work, I look up to see Roxanne's brother sitting down on the opposite site of the table.
Displacing the quill from my lips, I look at the tall boy, who is staring back at me. His lips pull into a soft smile when he sees what I am working on. His hands reach forward and snatch the piece of parchment from in front of me.
"Potions, I see." He states, humming as his eyes skim over the parchment. "Mind helping me with my work?"
"Excuse me?" I ask, only now finding my voice. "Why would I help you?"
"Well, you are friends with my sister – and some other girls of my large family. Also, I don't understand the stuff that Professor Penicole has been going on about, since we have started. And now she wants us to write that essay about it."
"There has to be another reason why you want my help. You could ask another of your many cousins for help, just as easily." I state, waving the feather around. "And since when are you in my potions class?" I ask, my eyes wide.
"I sit in the very back, Nightingale." He says, leaning back on his chair, one muscular arm draped over the one beside him. His brown eyes look into my grey ones. "You wouldn't have noticed me, anyways. Once you really get into your work, there is no one that can stop you."
I sit in silence, processing the information that I have been given. This is Fred Weasley II we are talking to. I doubt that he has pure intentions with wanting to learn something about potions.
"Then why don't you ask Professor Penicole, if she has someone to tutor you?" I raise my arms widening my eyes. "I'm sure she would like, you asking her for help."
"Oh that she would!" He suddenly exclaims, his voice rising in volume. Mrs. Livauxlium, our librarian turns in our direction, hushing and staring us down in the process. "I don't know what it is but that woman seems to hate me. You didn't have potions with me back then, but she is out to get me." His voice may have lowered but I can still hear the passion in his voice, with which he describes Professor Penicole's hatred for him.
"But you are right." He finally admits. "My parents want me to get good grades this year. So I am kind of obliged to look for help." He scratches the back of his neck, the other hand still draped across the chair next to him. "Plus, I want to see that woman's face when she sees that failing her class isn't the only thing I am capable of."
My eyes squint at his form, contemplating whether I should help him or not. My inner instincts tell me to run for the hills, yet another small part of me, beckons me to be nice and show some kindness to the boy across from me.
"Look," he starts, sitting up, his hands hidden under the table. "If this is about what happened in front of the girl's bathroom, I truly am sorry. I didn't mean to shout like that or cause a scene."
My eyes narrow further. I didn't even know my eyes are capable of doing that.
"It's not because of that." My lips are tight, the words leaving my mouth cold. I do want to forget about that incident, yet many speak of it, as if it is the only interesting subject in the world. "I just don't see what I will get from tutoring you."
"Looks if it is money that you want – "
"Don't be ridiculous. I don't want your money." I say louder than intended to. Mrs. Livauxlium looks at us again, the glare on her face cold.
"So you will help me then?" His warm eyes look pleading, as he waits for my answer. "Pretty please? My parents will kill me, if I fuck this year up." Humans shouldn't be able to make their eyes look that innocent. Instead of looking at Fred Weasley II, I believe to find myself at a puppy which I had accidentally screamed at, and which is now asking for my forgiveness. I curse under my breath – dark eyes are just a weakness of mine.
"I'll do it, on one condition." I tell him, causing a large, white smile to grace his lips.
"Anything!"
"I have a lot on my platter, right now." I inform him. "I have little time between detention, doing my homework and other stuff – even less, now that I have agreed to help you out. In that little time I have, I want to hang out with my friends and enjoy it with them. Tell Potter that I can't deal with his childish act, at this moment, and I will help you as best as I can."
He looks hesitant at first, contemplating whether he should agree on my condition or not. I tilt my head to the side, the dark locks of long hair falling over my shoulder.
"Okay." He sounds hesitant. "I will try, but I cannot promise you that he will listen to me. There's only so much I can achieve with that boy. If he has his mind set on something, he will stop at nothing to get it."
I hum, not caring for Potter at all. All I want is for him to leave me alone. His constant teasing and arguing with me, is robbing me of my last nerve. There is only so much I can take before I crumble from all of it. I nod my head at Roxanne's brother, somewhat satisfied with his answer – I really am happy with him wanting to try. If he succeeds in doing so, I will have one less problem on my shoulder.
"Seeing as we are, apparently, in one class for our last year, let us start with this." I take my homework from his hands and hold it up. "Did you start on this?" His cheeks redden a little, indicating that he had not. "Do you at least know where to start with it?" His blush increases and he shrugs. I nod my head.
With a heavy sigh, I push my chair back to stand up. Straightening out my skirt, I take some of the things I need and begin to walk over to his side. I roll my eyes as he gives me a confused look – one that resembles Roxanne's a lot.
"I don't bite, Weasley." I tease, reopening the book I had used to collect a bit information for the potion.
"And what if I want you to bite?" I can feel him scoot closer, his arm placing itself on the back of the chair again. His smile is crooked as he leans over.
"Concentrate, Weasley." My voice is sharp, not letting any room for argumentation.
Freddie sits straight, eyes wide as I set on the correct page. "Yes ma'am."
"Nimius Phovos." I say the name of the potion. "What can you tell me about the potion?"
Freddie looks lost, as I question him. He seems to be a harder case than I had initially thought. Seeing as he still doesn't answer me, after a minute, I push the book in front of him. I take a piece of parchment, which I haven't already written on, and my quill to give him that also.
"Read the page, make notes of everything that seems important to you and then present it to me." He takes the object from my hands.
Reaching for my bag, I grab another feather before starting my own work again. I don't begin before I see that Freddie is writing something down. When he finally does, I look at the parchment in front of me and start. My hand glides over the soft fabric, leaving behind my signature in dark ink. Single letters I conjoin, turning them into words, which on the other hand turn into phrases. It doesn't take me long before my essay is finished, and I go over it to see if have added everything that I wanted.
"I think I'm finished." I hear from beside me. His voice is soft, unsure whether he did his work correctly or not. Nodding, I motion him to wait for a second; wanting to add a sentence I had forgotten. Once it's done, I turn to look at him.
"Okay." I say, giving him my full attention. "Present."
He looks unsure, causing me to sigh. "You know, I won't punish or laugh at you if you get something wrong. I am just here to help you – to improve what you already know." My voice is soft and I find myself reaching out to caress his arm. Once I notice what I am doing, I remove it and smile at him again. His lips break into a smile and he begins to clear his throat.
"Nimius Phovos." He begins; so far so good. "Nimius is latin meaning 'too much' and the greek word 'fovos' stands for 'fear'. The potion, which is also known as the 'Fear Serum', is one of the most dangerous there is. Given in small rations, the victims suffer under light hallucinations. Their fears start to become real and the victims can't seem to get away from those. If more than five drops enter the system of someone's body, the potion will cause even stronger hallucination, anxiety or even panic attacks. The fear serum is so potent that the victims aren't able to tell whether their hallucinations are made up or real. Many die because of this potion, be it because they don't want to suffer or because of a heart attack." He stops to look at me. I smile to encourage him.
"Nimius Phovos is brewed with following ingredients." He looks at me again. "Three leaves of Digitalis Purpurea, a handful of crushed bat wings, the teeth of one Dionaea Muscipula, a venom of the witch's or wizard's choice and most importantly, a Thestral's tear."
"Good." I agree when he looks at me again, the smile on my face not fading.
"To brew this potion you will follow these instructions. First add water to you cauldron before placing it on the flame; let the water boil for a little. Once it begins to bubble add the crushed wings, stirring the potion three times counter-clockwise. Let those cook for half an hour. After that time, the wings should have dissolved in the water, turning it a dark shade. Increase the flame until reaching the given temperature, at 90°C. At this point you will add the teeth and the venom of your choice. Regarding which venom you take, the potion will vary in shade, yet it should become a pleasant hue of blue. Stir the potion for two minutes; clockwise, this time. Next, we need the three leaves of Digitalis Purpurea, and the Thestral tear. Once the leaves touch the potion, it will turn a shade of vibrant pink. You must be careful though. Because of its poison, the flower will make the potion boil, even further than it already is. Immediately turn off the heat and add the tear. Once that is done, wave your wand three times. The potion should be calm, pink smoke emitting from it."
"Very good." I clap lightly, as he finishes. "It is already good but I would add a few things. Just for a little more information, I would describe, where you can find each ingredient, and maybe a short description of what they look like. Digitalis Purpurea, or Fairy Bells are pink flowers which look like tiny hats. They are the reason why the potion will turn a vibrant pink colour." I see him scribbling more notes down. "Dionaea Muscipula is also called the Venus Flytrap, which is commonly known for its trait of eating flies and other insects."
"Really?" Freddie asks, interrupting me. "That is so cool."
"Yeah." I say, not really amazed by it. "We have some in the Herbology sector if you wanted to see them. Maybe we could have a small digression and I could show them to you, some other time." I joke.
"That would be great."
Quite surprised with his enthusiasm, I continue.
"Snake venom is the best or most common, many witches and wizards will use. Spider venom or any other kind is just as good. It will only give the potion a different shade of blue – but you already mentioned that. Thestral tears are the most important ingredient here; the only problem is that those tears are very hard to get. The venom and the Fairy Bells will give the potion its ability to scare people but the tears give the deathly touch to it. That is why smoke emits from the liquid. The smoke itself will appear alluring, smelling of something sweet. It is not known, but a few victims described it as something they have never smelled before – something that kept calling to them." I rub my head.
"The process of brewing it, you have described perfectly. Oh I know." I exclaim, causing him to look at me. "Nimius Phovos is also known as 'Johannes' Gift' because it was the German wizard Johannes Gottfried, who has accidentally, brewed this potion as a medication for his ill wife. Unfortunately, he did not know that it would kill her. Once she died he blamed himself, drinking the potion himself, reviving his wife's death again, and again, and again. He committed suicide after he wrote its effects down."
I stop to think, if I have anything else that I want to add. Shaking my head I smile at him. "That should be it."
"You truly are a Ravenclaw." He says, making me look at him, a doubtful expression on my face. "You're like really smart."
I shake my head but thank him anyway. Who would have thought that Freddie was to make me compliments? Looking at the clock on the wall, I shriek. Mrs. Livauxlium sends me a stern glare before hushing me. Too focused on Freddie and my homework, I have completely forgotten the time. Filch will kill me if I am late again.
"I'm sorry but I have to hurry." I tell him, gathering my belongings. "Filch will have my head if I come late again."
Freddie nods and points to his work. "I'll just continue this then." He smiles.
After gathering my stuff, I am ready to head out, when I feel Freddie wrapping his hand around me wrist, stopping me in my actions. Looking at him, I already see him staring back. Once again our eyes meet.
"Thanks for helping me, by the way. I really appreciate it." He smiles.
"Don't worry, it's nothing." I assure him, a smile gracing my own lips.
"Still." He says, not wanting to elaborate on the subject. "I know this may seem a little straight forward, but would you mind looking over it, before I hand it in?" Again he looks at me with his dark eyes.
"Sure." I say, looking at the time, again. "Look Freddie, I really need to go."
"Oh." He releases my wrist. "Right. Have fun." His smile is teasing, this time.
"You too, asshole." I tap the paper I have left for him and turn to walk out the door, hearing him laugh after me, causing Mrs. Livauxlium to hush him.
Detention ends faster than I had anticipated. Filch had already assigned Joshua to his work, so I did not get to see him the entire evening. Luckily for me, Filch had not mentioned my early absence, yesterday. It makes me wonder what Joshua told him.
Sweeping the bit of dirt into the trash can, I sigh and thank Merlin's beard that detention is finally over. Filch stands in front of the Great Hall, telling me that I am allowed to leave.
"There is someone waiting for you, outside." Nodding my head I leave behind the broom and trash can. After receiving my wand, I walk from the Great Hall.
"You look exhausted." Dominique claims, leaning against the stone wall.
"I just don't look like it," I start, rubbing my eyes. "I also feel like it. All I want to do is take a shower and sleep."
Her eyes widen. "You can't go to sleep!"
"I know Dom, sleepover and all that." I yawn. "Why are you here?"
"I told you, we would show up at some point, didn't I?" She asks.
"I guess." I say, sleepily scratching my head.
She laughs "Come on sleepy head. Let's go and get the stuff from the kitchen before we can go to your dorm and let you have a nice cold shower."
"Why a cold one?" I ask as she pulls me along.
"To freshen you up, of course." She beams at me.
We pass endless amounts of hallways, paintings and statures before we finally arrive in front of the kitchen's tapestry. Not wanting to argue with the blond beside me, I reach forward and tickle the giggling fruit with the tip of my wand. Just as anticipated the fruit begins to giggle before turning into a door knob. As we step inside the kitchen, we hear laughter from further within. Confused, I look at Dom.
"Someone's here."
"I know." She says, looking equally as confused. "I heard it, as well."
Cautiously, we walk further into the kitchen, the suspense building as we get closer to the voices. A few of the elves run around us, greeting us in the process. A few of them ask, if we needed something else, apart from the list that we had written them at breakfast. We decline knowing that a specific little elf would be more than willing to help me if needed.
Rounding the corner, we see who has made the noise. I should have realized that it was him by just listening to his voice. Yet I am not surprised, since I don't really pay attention to how he sounds. It's a constant nagging in my ear, which doesn't seem to want to leave me alone.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hello, to you as well, dearest cousin." Dominique says as we come to face Potter and his friends. Upon seeing me, Freddie nods into my direction, a warm smile on his lips.
"Nightingale." He greets.
"Hi Freddie." I sit on one of the chairs, which are still available. Dom looks into my direction, a questioning look on her face, wondering why I am acting this civil around her cousins. Just because I hate Potter, it doesn't mean that I hate her entire family – but it doesn't mean that I like them, either.
"We were just going to grab something and then be on our way, James." She looks at the table in front of us. It is filled with pastries and sweets, several cups scattered around the wooden surface. "What are you guys doing here?" She looks at the group. Only now, as I look closer, I see that it's not only the boys in here, but also a few of the Gryffindor girls. Sasha-Marlene Wood and Amelie Thomas sit among them, or rather on top of them. Sasha-Marlene is seated on Potter's lap, his arms and hands encircling her slim waist.
"Having fun, as you can see." Sasha giggles as Potter tickles her sides.
Dom's and my face pull into grimaces. I don't know what it is but I can't stand Sasha. Maybe it is her obnoxious behaviour or her bitchy tone, but something aggravates me when I look at her.
"Yeah," Dom says, clearly disgusted by their acting. "Don't let us stop you." She turns to me. "Come on sleepy head, let's call for that obsessed elf and get going. We have a lot of plans for tonight."
"Tonight?" Freddie questions. "What's happening tonight?" His voice becomes excited.
"Nothing that you should be concerned about." Dom says, looking for Periwinkle. "Periwinkle!" She calls for the elf.
"Why not?" Potter whines.
"Because you don't have to know every little thing that happens in my life, James."
"They are having a sleepover, for god's sake." Sasha interrupts the bickering, rolling her eyes as she reaches forward for another piece of pumpkin pie, which she tries to feed Potter with. He politely reclines, causing the brunette to narrow her eyes at him. I want to laugh at her dumb expression, but refuse to let my guard down. "They have been taking about it, the entire day. You make it sound like it's something special. I don't see how, because it's just you three girls and a Ravenclaw in our dorm. By the way, Vienna," I hear something foul in her voice, almost as if she is mocking me. "Are you even allowed to spend the night at other houses, after having been given that long time of detention?" She smiles. Her smile is fake, I know it is.
"I don't know." I reply, honestly. "Why don't you tell me? I mean you should be pretty familiar with sleeping and waking up in different houses, seeing as that cheap make-up of yours is smudged in the mornings, almost every other day." Dom and the boys begin to laugh, while Sasha reddens.
"Why you bitch." Her eyes narrow, as she leans forward to smash her pumpkin pie into my face. Her hand is stopped midway, some invisible force keeping her from throwing her pie.
"No one is to hurt, Miss Vienna. Periwinkle will make sure of it." The little elf says, appearing in thin air. Today she is dressed in another little dress, a little bow places on her head. Blue eyes glare at Sasha, a small hand raised. "No one hurts Miss Vienna and her friends, when Periwinkle is around."
Sasha screams out, her other hand reaching out to cradle her wrist. Her eyes begin to water as she reaches for her wand on the table to hex the elf.
"Let go, or I swear I will hurt you!" She threatens, the tears gathering in her eyes.
"Periwinkle is not afraid of you, silly human." The elf states, fierceness laced in her small voice. "What kind of magic do you have to hold against Periwinkle? – None." She questions and answers before Sasha can react.
The hold on Sasha's wrist loosens and she begins to examine it before turning to face the elf, her glare filled with hatred.
"You little bitch. I am superior to you!" She screeches, charging at the elf. "You should respect me!" Her eyes widen. Without noticing I step in front of her, guarding the little creature from the vile girl. Her eyes widen even further when sees that I have, absently, drawn my wand and now am pointing it in her face.
"Come any closer and I will make you regret it." I threaten. "I bet Potter can sing a little song about what I am capable of. Act impulsively and I will hex you into the next generation. Act rationally and I will spare you. Choose wisely, Sasha."
Her glare loosens before it is strong again. She lowers her wand, going back to Potter, who then motions her to sit on another chair, rather than on his lap. She now glares at him, mumbling something under her breath that I cannot understand. In her angry state, she throws the pumpkin pie at Periwinkle's and my direction. Periwinkle gasps from around my knees, her tiny fingers encircling around my legs. Before I can realize what is happening, the little elf snaps her fingers and the pie is catapulted back in Sasha's face, who then decides to wail and run from the kitchen, profanities leaving her filthy mouth.
"I better go and check on her." Amelie states unexpectedly. I jump, having forgotten that she had also been here, this entire time. We watch in silence as her small form retreats after Sasha, the honey blond locks waving around her.
"Perrie!" I exclaims, shocked that the little elf would act on such instincts.
"Oh, Periwinkle knows." The elf says, hiding her face in my legs. "Periwinkle is not a good girl. Periwinkle must punish herself." She proceeds to look around the room, trying to find something with which she could hit herself. Her eyes widen once they set on a wooden spoon.
"Stop that Periwinkle." I state as I hold her back. "You did nothing wrong."
"Miss Vienna is not mad with Periwinkle?" The little creature looks up at me, her blue orbs wide and laced with innocence.
"No, Miss Vienna is not." I assure, stroking her head. "You stood up for me. I want to thank you for it."
Her eyes widen, so does her smile. "Periwinkle is a good elf?" she asks.
"A very good elf." I answer, smiling. "Now that we have overcome these little obstacles, why don't you bring us, for what we have asked you, this morning?"
The elf nods enthusiastically before disappearing into thin air. Only seconds later she appears on the exact same spot again, this time carrying a large basket, which is too heavy and too big for her small frame.
"Oh let me help you with that." We step forward to help her.
"NO!" She screams. "Periwinkle has everything under control." Walking up to the table, she throws the basket into air, just to have it land on the table. Next thing, she tries to sit on the high bar chair, in front of her. She struggles, yet doesn't want us to help when we ask her. She kicks the chair, after several failed tries, muttering under her breath.
Walking over, I bend down to take her into my arms before placing the elf in my lap. She immediately jumps up to stand on the table. "Periwinkle has gotten everything for Miss Vienna and her friends."
From beside me, Dominique begins to go through the basket. She nods. "She has gotten everything. And even some things we didn't even ask for." She rummages further, digging out a bottle with pink liquid. Dom opens the bottle, then smelling its content before giving a surprised yet satisfied hum.
"What is this Periwinkle?" She asks the house elf.
The elf blushes, hiding her face while looking down. "It is Periwinkle's favourite kind of alcoholic beverage, which she brews when she is depressed. Periwinkle has heard that Miss Vienna has gotten into trouble lately because of Joshua Harries. Periwinkle doesn't like when Miss Vienna is in trouble. Periwinkle doesn't like Joshua Harries because he gets Miss Vienna into trouble. Periwinkle has thought that maybe Miss Vienna and her friends would enjoy a little distraction." Her pointed ears flatten further than they already are.
"It smells amazing, Periwinkle." Dom assures her. The elf smiles but she frowns when she sees Potter taking the bottle into his hands, trying to take a whiff himself. Before he gets the chance to open it, Periwinkle takes the bottle into her hands, struggling against his grip. When his eyes widen and his fingers release the bottle, Periwinkle falls backwards onto the table. Barely a second passes before she shakes her head, standing up to give me the bottle.
"This is not for you." She glares at Potter. "You are not Miss Vienna's friend." She accuses. "No distraction for you."
Potter lifts his hands in surrender, his eyes wide. "I get it." He says. "No alcohol for me."
"By what they are telling, you have had already enough Mister James Potter." Her eyes narrow and Potter blushes.
"Thank you for everything, Perrie. " I say, taking the basket and placing it in the crook of my elbow. "We really appreciate it." Dom comes to stand beside me, tickling the elf on her head. Periwinkle smiles at us before we are on our way.
"She really did an amazing job." Dom says, as she starts to look at the basket again. "And don't get me started on her booze. Just the mere sniffing got me dizzy. I didn't even know that elves are into drinking and getting wasted."
"Neither did I but apparently they like it just as much as some of us humans do." I tell her searching for my clothes.
The door to our room opens and Isabelle walks into the room, Hayden Christian following behind her. They are deeply focused on their conversation, not realizing that Dominique and I are in the room, as well. We stare at each other for a moment before their laughter dies.
"Oh," Isabelle claims, when she sees me, rummaging through my clothes. "I didn't think you were going to be here this early, Vienna."
"What are you talking about?" I question, looking at the alarm on her bed side table. "It's almost ten o'clock in the night. It is everything but early."
"I just thought –" She stops to scratch the back of her neck. "I would have this room for me alone, this night."
My eyes furrow, questioning why she would want to have the room for her alone. But then I look behind her to see that Hayden is still standing in this very room with her. My eyes widen as I understand.
"Oh." I nod, dropping the clothes on the bed.
"Yeah." She says, her feet shuffling.
"Okay." I smile. "I was about to take a shower but I guess I'll be going sooner than expected. Dom why don't you go ahead and pack my clothes, while I get my toiletries? This way we will be out of here faster."
I don't wait until she answers. Walking into my bathroom with hurried steps, I try to hide the gobsmacked expression on my face. From inside the bathroom I can hear Dom walking around, looking for something that I could wear. I guess I would have to shower at their room. After collecting my stuff, I begin to walk back into the bedroom to see that Dominique is just finishing with collecting my clothes.
"I am ready to go." I say.
Hayden has seated himself on Isabelle's bed, his shoes off and his blue tie loosened. This boy seems to be very eager to have us out of my own bedroom.
I smile at Isabelle walks us out. We stop in front of the door when she speaks up. "I know this is so embarrassing," Don't tell me. "But thank you. I appreciate it."
"No problem." My smile feels forced. "I would have invited you to come and join our sleepover but seeing as you have better things to do." I look behind her shoulder to see that Hayden has already started undressing. My eyes widen a little and I try not to look at him. I hear Dom's sharp intake of breath from beside me. Apparently, she has seen him as well.
"You lucky bitch." I hear her mumble to Isabelle, who is lightly blushing. "It seems you have much better things to do."
"Well we better be going, right Dominique?"
"Yes, Vienna." She answers, her eyes still fixed on Hayden's barely dressed body. "We should."
"Bye Hayden!" I call out to him.
"Have fun tonight, Vienna!" He shouts back, his voice suddenly deeper than it usually is.
"Oh I won't be having nearly as much as fun as you will have, my boy." I mumble, turning to look at Isabelle. "When I get back tomorrow, we will talk. You have to tell me about this!"
Isabelle groans but nods her head. "I know. Now go." She pushes me out the door and locks the door. I hear it click before we descend the stairs, into the common room.
"Who would have thought that Isabelle Waters has sex with none other but Hayden Christian – who apparently looks like a freaking Greek god under his uniform? Did you know he looks like that? Aren't they like friends or something?" Dominique questions.
"I really don't know, Dom. I am having my own questions, right now. Hayden Christian, can you believe it?"
"If she tells you how big he is, you will tell me. Do you understand?" Her voice is urgent; her eyes wide open as she demands.
"That is, if she tells me."
"You will do anything to get that one information from her."
We walk from the common room, the portrait closing behind us as we walk down the stair. The walk from my common room to hers takes us merely five minutes. Luckily none of the prefects or our beloved Head girl has seen us, or we would have been in trouble.
"Password." The Fat Lady demands as we stand in front of her portrait. Her black hair is pulled into a fancy up do whereas the pink dress reveals too much of her skin, for my liking.
"Bravery defeats everything."
I look at the two of them, not sure whether she is joking with me or not. The Fat Lady nods, the portrait swinging open to reveal what is hiding behind it.
"Bravery defeats everything?" I question while walking in. "Really? Who came up with that shit?"
"Don't ask, I don't even remember when we decided on that password. And quite frankly, I don't give two shits about it. As long as it lets me inside my room, I wouldn't care if it was 'Merlin's sagging - ' "
"Alright, I get it." I stop her. "There is no need for you to continue with whatever you wanted to say."
"You really are a prude, sometimes." She says. "But then there are times in which you are a total slut."
"And you are a full time slut."
"I know!" She sighs.
We walk through the common room, ascend the stairs to their room and enter it. Much like mine it has beds in here – not surprising. But they are arranged in the same circular shape as in my room. The only difference is the colour. Whereas we have blue and silver, the Gryffindor has everything in red and gold.
Roxanne and Lucy look in our direction when the door opens. They stand from their beds to gather on Dominique's. They look amazed as we set the basket down, wondering what Periwinkle has made us.
"What is all this?" Roxanne asks.
"Periwinkle has really gone far, this time. I thought she would only do a little bit but she came with this entire basket."
"We will have to try her liquor or whatever the hell that is!" Dom exclaims. "I have never smelled something so appealing." She grabs the bottle with the pink liquid and shows the girl.
"Why are there clothes, in here?" Lucy asks.
"I need to take a shower."
"Why don't you do that in your own room?" Lucy asks, causing me to give her a look. "You have plenty of room there."
"We have shared a shower before." I take the clothes and turn to walk into their bathroom. "And I will tell you why, in just a bit. Don't start eating or drinking without me."
The bathroom door closes after I start undressing myself. The clothes pile on my feet and I am left to stand naked in the middle of their bathroom. It is unlike I have imagined it to be. Dominique is quite messy, so I am surprised that everything in here has its order. I see every girl's tooth brush separated, just as their toiletries and other stuff. Just as I want to walk towards the shower, I see Sasha's things. Oh how I would like to do something to those, without her knowing. I decide against it.
The shower is short lived, when I hear someone knocking on the door. The warm stream of water stops and the cold air engulfs me. Quickly, I wrap a towel around my body so I can open the door.
"Finally." I hear Roxanne. "Hurry up and get dressed. I want to try some of the things that Periwinkle has given us."
"Okay." Quickly, I dry off my body before slipping on the clothes which Dom had picked out for me. It is simple sleepwear; short, crimson coloured boy shorts and a white camisole, which shows just the right amount of my stomach. I look at it, not knowing whether I like the revealing outfit or not.
"I, sometimes, question your sexuality, Dom." I say as I leave the bathroom. The girls turn to look at me as I wrap another towel around my wet hair.
"Why?"
"You always pick out the skimpiest clothes for me to wear." I point to the outfit. "Is there something you want to tell us, Weasley?" I tease, sitting down on the beds, which they have pushed together.
"You wish, Nightingale." She flips her hair. "And it's nothing I haven't already seen or touched before, anyways."
"Many times without my consent, but yeah."
"Don't act like you didn't like it."
I shake my head at the blond, laughing as I pull the basket towards my lap. I hear soft music playing in the background, Celestina Warbeck's soft voice filling the room. The spirited and vivid tune of jazz music fills my ears and I find myself singing along to the song.
"Let's see what we have here." I say. "We have her alcohol, which you are so fond of already, Dom." I put it aside on the bed. "Chocolate and several types of fruit; strawberries, bananas, apples and peaches. We have ice cream, crisps and dips. We have popcorn, cotton candy, butter beer and pastries; pumpkin juice and pumpkin pie."
"I really want to have a taste of that alcohol." Dom says, taking the bottle and pleading me with her eyes. "I can't handle it anymore."
I take the bottle from her. "What's so special about it?" I open the lid to take a sniff of the liquid. Immediately the pink liquid's scent hits me, sweetness and a light tartness burn in my nose. The drink smells of fruits, yet I cannot put my finger on it. It smells like nothing I have smelled before. It smells good, alluring as Dominique describes.
My eyes widen. "I know right! I really want to know how it tastes."
"Let me smell it, too!" Lucy takes the bottle from my hands. After she smells it herself her eyes widen, passing the bottle Roxy, who had quite the same face on her face after she takes a whiff.
"What is that?" She asks.
"We don't know!" Dom almost screams. "She only said that she brew it herself. Now give me that." She takes the bottle from Roxanne's hand before opening the lid again. The sweet scent fills my nose again. We watch as she lifts the container to her mouth; plump lips encircling the opening. The bottle tips and the liquid streams into her mouth.
"So, what does it taste like?" We question.
Her lips smack together, as the bottle leaves her mouth. Her tongue darts out to lick over them. Her eyes then widen and she goes for another swig.
"That good?" We laugh.
"I don't know how to describe it. You have to taste it for yourself." She swallows. "It's strong, that is for sure."
The bottle makes its round before I finally hold it between my fingers. It is still cool, some parts of the glass heated because of our touch. I lift the nozzle to my lips, tipping the bottle's content in my mouth. It is sweet, indeed. But just as the scent it leaves a bitter after taste, burning everything as it runs down my throat. I cough a little, a drop escaping from my mouth which I wipe away with my finger. I hand the bottle back to Dom, who goes for another round.
"She'll be the first one to be drunk." Lucy states.
"I don't want to have anything else anymore. Just this divine liquid and I will be happy all my life." She lays down, the bottle high in her hand.
We laugh at her, digging into the basket ourselves. We let Dominique have the entire bottle, since Periwinkle has spared another three to serve. My eyes narrow. I don't want the little thing to think that I am an alcoholic.
"So why couldn't you shower at your place?" Roxanne asks. We have decided to move and lay on the ground, the basket in front of us.
"Because Isabelle has company." I say, swallowing the piece of strawberry.
"Who does she have over?" The two cousins ask, eating their own things.
"Hayden Christian!" Dom screams, lifting her head clumsily. She has already drunk half of her bottle, clearly intoxicated from the pink nectar. "Oh my god." She says, holding a hand to her head, dizziness overtaking her senses because she moved too fast. "That boy has a body like a god, let me tell you. Who would have thought that someone like him would be that gorgeous underneath those clothes? He would have been mine, if Isabelle weren't there." The slur in her words becomes more prominent with every sip she takes.
"You're drunk." We throw a pillow at her, laughing as she tries to dodge it in the most pathetic way I have seen.
"I would fuck him either way; drunk or sober." She slurs.
"Now way." Roxanne exclaims. "I didn't know that they are together."
"They're not. At least she never mentioned something to me." I admit.
"But can you imagine it?" Lucy asks. "To do it with Hayden?"
"I can." Dom states, taking another sip from her drink.
I think about it, for a while. Would I really go to bed with him? I don't know Hayden Christina well. All I know is that he is in my house and year and that he has an amazing body.
"Not really." I say out of the blue.
"Why not?" They ask.
"I don't know. He has blue eyes."
"That's bullshit!" Roxy throws a grape at me. "You can't refuse to do it with someone because they have blue eyes."
"I like dark eyes, though." I response. "Since we are talking about dark eyes, right now." I say, remembering my earlier encounter with a certain Weasley. "Your brother asked me to tutor him in potions. I didn't even know I had that class with him."
"Oh yeah, mom and dad have threatened to take all his stuff and throw him out if he doesn't raise his grades to at least an 'Acceptable'."
"And why is he asking me for help? I don't socialize with him."
"I may have mentioned you having an 'Outstanding' in potions?" She says in a questioning tone, shrugging her shoulders and raising her hands.
"I bet so does Rose. Why couldn't he have asked her?"
"Because she is a year younger than him and is not working on what you guys are working on, right now."
I shake my head, dropping the subject and biting into another strawberry. The time passes as we laugh and talk about everything that comes to our minds. At one point we have decided to turn up the music and dance to it. Celestina's newest hit 'You Stole My Cauldron But You Can't Have My Heart' is on a rather high volume with us singing or lip syncing to the song.
Oh, sure, you're quite the dancer, swept me off of my feet.
But back here on the ground, I see a liar and cheat
And when you disappeared at first it's me who I blamed
But now I see you're wicked as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
I sing the verse, running a hand through my hair and the other down my body. The alcohol is really getting to me. The girls cheer as I throw my head back, the long hair swinging with it before it hits my back. I take another sip from the bottle before passing it along.
Dom finishes her bottle by the time Roxy, Lucy and I have shared half of another one. Reaching for another bottle, we stop Dominique. She pouts, her face pulling into a frown.
"You can't have more than you already had." I chastise her.
"But why?" She whines. "I only had a little bit."
"We don't know what affect it has on us. Try to slow it down. You're only drunk as it is."
"Fine." She pouts. "Party pooper. Let's see what I can eat." She rummages through the basket, deciding on a banana when she is finished. "Now imagine this to be Hayden's – "
"No banana for you." I take it from her hands. "Try to some grapes or a peach." She takes the fruit from my hands.
"These look hairy."
"Yes they do, Dom."
"Almost like saggy balls."
Lucy stops her hands in mid-way, refusing to eat the peach now. She gives her cousin a mad glare before throwing the fruit bag into the basket. She settles on taking another sip of Periwinkle's booze instead.
"I wonder how she makes this." She says, examining the bottle and its content.
"I don't care as long as it tastes like this." She tries to take the bottle from Lucy's hands just to have me slap them away.
"No more for you." I say, my voice stern.
A little time later, that night, we find ourselves lying on our backs. The music's volume has been turned lower so we could lead a normal conversation again.
"We should do something." Dominique says, while she sips from the pumpkin juice. She turns to lie on her stomach and stars to play with my hair. "Can I straighten your hair?" She asks, curling a lock around her finger.
"Why not?" I agree, not having any better ideas. "Roxy's too."
We stand to walk into the bathroom, where Dom plucks in her straightener and turns it on so it can start heating up. It takes a while, but when it is ready she begins to section my hair before going to work. I smile when she finished, touching the long hair.
"You hair has become quite long." Lucy mentions, running her hand through it.
"I know. I have considered cutting it shorter."
"Don't!" Dom shouts. "Long hair suits you." She runs a brush through it. I look down on it; usually it reaches my elbows but in this straight state, it runs down to my waist.
"Now Roxanne." I say, standing from the chair to let the biracial girl sit down. "Imagine how long that hair really is." In their curly state, her hair reaches down to the middle of her back.
"A little lower than my waist." She clears her throat. We look at her, wanting to know if she ever straightened it without knowing. "I have to wash the beast. It becomes straighter when it's wet."
Dom begins to work on Roxanne's hair, straightening each section twice or thrice to get it perfectly straight. Since Roxanne's curl pattern is more defined and tighter than mine, it takes longer for her. After almost half an hour of straightening and brushing, Roxanne sits in front of us, her hair the straightest I have ever seen it.
"Wow." I run my hands through it, amazed by how soft it looks; it definitely feels like it, as well. "You look amazing. You should keep it straight more often."
"Who knew that this animal you call hair, could be tamed?" Dominique begins to straighten her own, already pin straight, hair.
"We should do something else." Dominique's words are slightly less slurred.
"What do you have in mind?" She unplucks her straightener and puts it away before following us into the bedroom, where we lie on the bed – or beds.
"I don't know." We stay silent. She gasps, sitting straight, all of a sudden. "We could prank the boys." She exclaims, excitement filling her eyes.
I give a doubt filled gaze. "Really?"
"Yeah, they have played so many pranks on us, now I want to play one on them."
"Even if we decide to do it." Lucy begins. "How do we know that they are asleep?"
I look at the clock on their wall. The numbers and arrows show that it is 4 o'clock in the morning.
"Look at the time." I point my finger in its direction. "I'm sure they are asleep. But we have to be sure."
"The only question is how."
"Who drank the least of alcohol from us, tonight?" Dominique asks, the slur back to her words.
"Definitely not you." We laugh. "Why are you asking?"
"Because," she begins. "Whoever has had the least amount can fly on their broom to check on them."
We look at each other. We all had quite a little to drink, to be honest.
"I think it's you, Roxy."
"Are you sure?"
"You only had about two sips."
She nods before standing up and walking towards the window. Opening it, she reaches a hand out before pulling it back inside. Roxanne walks over to her trunk to pull out a hoodie, which she throws on. Taking her broom from the floor, she mounts the piece of wood and flies out the window.
"Be safe." We whisper after her and watch as she disappears in the darkness; the moon giving just enough light to let her see where she is heading.
Several seconds later she comes back, a grin on her face. Flying inside the room again, she drops onto her feet, the broom still between her legs.
"They are sleeping." She informs us. "I couldn't see any of them moving."
"Great." Dominique exclaims, taking a sip from the liquid.
"Who gave that to you?" I ask as I take it from her hands. "We can't leave you alone without you sneaking around. What do you want to do to prank them, anyways?"
"How about we put make-up on them?"
"That's boring." I place the bottle on the ground, keeping it at a safe distance from a certain strawberry blond.
"We could wake them like they have done to us, so many times before." Roxanne starts. "They usually come to our rooms at the Burrow, screaming their heads off. We could do that, as well."
"Brilliant." Dominique's smile widens. "Only that we are able to screech. I will scream like I am in a fucking horror movie." She grins. She stands up and begins to head towards the door. "Let's go."
With cautious steps, we walk down the staircase and into the common room. Much like we have anticipated, the room is deserted, the only thing alive being the fire place. Its warm tongues of heat lick at our skin, the soft light illuminating our path, as we walk towards the staircase which would lead us into the boys' dorms. We stop in front of it, Roxanne drawing her wand before giving it a wave. We ascend the staircase, our feet even softer than they have been before. Sometimes we giggle, but stop when we realize that we may have been too loud.
Standing in front of the seventh year's boy's dorm, my breathing begins to pick up. I suddenly feel nervous; my hands start to become sweaty, my heart beat picking up and excitement filling my bones. The breath stops shortly in my throat while Lucy opens the door. It screeches lightly but the boys do not wake up. We smile into darkness. Soft snores resonate from their sleeping bodies as we tip toe inside, leaving the door open, in case it decides to make a noise again.
"We need a little light."
Drawing my wand, I give it a little flick before muttering a few words under breath, causing the tip to light in a soft orange colour. It is strong enough to give just the tiniest amount of light but not quite strong enough to wake the boys.
"This will be great."
"Hey look." Roxanne whispers. "Lorcan and Lysander have arrived." We turn our heads to look at the twins, lying in their individual bed. The brunette boys sleep tightly as we each make our way to the middle of the room.
"On the count of three, ladies." Dominique starts. "We will begin to scream, as loud and as high pitched as we can, jump on their beds and shake them."
"One." She begins.
"Two." I continue.
"Three." We all say.
Before we can begin with our plan, the door behind us snaps shut, a deafening boom echoing in the room. Our heads turn to see what has caused the door to close, when I begin to feel something touching my feet. Quite afraid, I move my wand to the ground only to have three other girls scream and shout as we discover what it is. We move backwards until we are met by human walls. Many more disfigured creatures stare at us, capturing us in their embrace, not letting us go. Arms wrap around my waist and legs before I am pulled into another direction, my wand dropping to the ground. The light dies as I struggle to keep whatever this is from touching me. But,whatever this may be, is too strong for me.
Hands pin me onto the mattress of someone's bed, the creature throwing its heavy body on top of mine. I hear laughter. At first it starts out in small chuckles, until they turn into full blown laughter. The light turns on and my head drops on the soft surface on the bed. The body removes itself from me as I lay motionless.
"You should have seen your faces." The boys begin to laugh.
I sit on the bed, looking at the idiots that have managed to scare us before we even had the chance to scare them. Each of them wears coloured contact lenses, creepily staring back at us. Even their skin has been turned to look paler and blood smeared in some places.
"I didn't know you could scream as high as you did, Vienna." Lorcan begins to walk towards me, wanting to take me into his bare arms.
"Fuck you, asshole." I mumble as he embraces me in a warm hug. "We wanted to scare you and not the other way around." I pout.
"Don't be sad. Maybe next time you will succeed." He pinches my cheek and I try to push him off me.
"When did you guys arrive?"
"After dinner, I think." I hum at his response.
"This is not fair!" Dominique wails from the other site of the room. She brings hers arms towards her lips to take another sip from Periwinkle's brew. My eyes widen.
"How, in the name of Merlin's name did you manage to get that bottle?" I stand to walk towards her, almost tripping as I leave the bed. "Did I not tell you that you had enough alcohol for one day?"
"I didn't have that much."
"You had an entire bottle to yourself, starting to chug down the second one." I become angry. "Try to get yourself under control. We told you that we don't know how this works on us. Too much of this, could make you seriously ill."
"But I feel fine."
"I knew I smelled alcohol on your breath."
"Yeah, Dommy here," Lorcan stands and points to Dominique, who is standing in front of us. "Reeks of it." He takes the bottle from my hands to have a smell. Just as our eyes did, his widen as well. I"What is this? And where did you get it?"
"Wait," Potter says interrupting. "Isn't that what the little she-elf gave you?" He takes the bottle to smell it himself. "The little thing protected this drink like her life depended on it." He brings the nozzle towards his lips, taking a sip, much to Dom's displeasure.
The beverage is passed around the little group of male individuals, causing Dominique to pout.
"You'll finish it." She whines. "And then I won't have any for myself."
"You have had enough."
"You're a bitch when you're drunk."
"And you're whiny when you're drunk." I go to push her but the dizziness makes me walk to the nearest bed I can get to. I sit on the soft mattress, feeling its material caressing my naked legs.
"It's good." Lysander says after taking a sip. "How did Periwinkle make it?"
"We don't know." I say, rubbing my eyes. "We know close to nothing about it, to be honest. She just gave it to us, saying that she made it for me."
"And you decided to just take it." Potter interferes.
"Yes Potter." I turn to look at him. "Is there a problem with that?" My eyes close before they open again. I take a small amount of time to look at Potter, just to see that he is, in fact, only wearing his underwear. Looking around the room, at the rest of the boys, I see that they are dressed – or undressed – in similar attire. "Why are you guys half naked?" I question.
"It's bloody hot in here." Aiden says, fanning himself with his hands. "And this is how boys sleep when it's too hot."
"You can actually consider yourselves lucky that we even bothered to put something on." Potter smirks, causing the boys to chuckle.
"Gross."
"Oh don't pretend you don't want to see me in less than I have on, right now Nightingale." Potter flexed his muscles, the abdominal and pectoral muscles tightening because of his actions. He raises his arms to flex his biceps.
"Oh please," I avoid looking at his exposed body. "Get over yourself, Potter." My eyes turn towards him again, briefly taking in the light dusting of hair, spread on his face and chest. "You've got quite the hairy body, don't you? Look at that leg hair." My eyes drop to his legs. "You all have quite hairy legs." I say looking at the rest of them. I lay on my back, my hair fanning around my head.
"We are men." Potter claims, to which I have to laugh. "We are allowed to be hairy." He runs his hand through his hair. "You on the other hand, Enna." He bites on his lip, focusing on my body. I shudder; only my siblings call me Enna. "You've got quite the killer legs, don't you babe?" He winks at me, running his other hands over his stomach and flexing the muscles, once again.
I narrow my eyes, standing to sit on my knees, my hair thrown over one of my shoulders. "You disgust me, Potter."
"And you arouse me, babe." He laughs. "Look at you! Who would have thought you to be that much of a sight for sore eyes in my bed?" I pull a grimace, standing from his bed all together. Who the hell knows what this boy has been doing in these sheets. He begins to laugh, trying to pull me forward.
"Don't you dare." I threaten. "I'm still angry with you, because of what happened yesterday."
"Why," The twins ask. "What happened?"
"We'll talk when the ladies are gone." Potter assures them, giving a small wink before turning back to me. "I like it when you're mad at me." His voice drops as he walks closer, making me feel like I am his prey. "It makes you even hotter than you already are."
"Don't you get closer to me, Potter!" I begin to back away, only to walk into the wall. When his predator-like eyes still focus on me, I jump over his bed to escape his outspread arms. "Potter, I swear if you don't stop this act, I won't hesitate to hex you again."
"With what wand?" I turn around to see that he has my ebony coloured wand in his hands, running the tip of it over his body, reaching dangerously close to his private area. My wand touches the waist band of his tight underwear, slowly disappearing under the soft hem. He is closer than I have anticipated him to be.
"Give me my wand, Potter." I reach out a hand to take my wand. His hand snaps backwards, keeping the piece of magical wood away from me. "You know what, Potter? Keep it for all I care. I am tired as hell and I don't want to bother with your childish act, right now."
Without awaiting any answers, I begin to make my way towards the door, wanting got forget that this happened. I step onto the first step only to have several people shout after me. But it is too late. To end this amazing night, not only did I have Potter flirt with me – again – but now I am also tumbling down the staircase, which had turned into a slide because we did not charm it another time.
Is there any better way to end this already fucked up day? I didn't think so.