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Green
When I woke up, my head was pounding and all I saw was black. I looked to my left and the clock was flashing 2:13 AM in bright red. I groaned and slowly let my eyes adjust to the darkness. As soon as I was pretty well-adjusted, I noticed that there were no bunk-beds surrounding me, no posters of famous quidditch players on the walls, and no sound of Elsie Winthrop (a rather nice girl that's in my year and deathly afraid of heights) snoring her brains out. I also noticed that practically everything in the freaking room was green. Green walls, a green desk, hell there were even green sheets. This was definitely not my Gryffindor dorm-room. So, as any remotely practical girl would do, I screamed at the top of my lungs and attempted to throw myself out of bed. I say attempted because I ended up getting tangled in the sheets and falling back into the pillows.
I closed my eyes and tapped into the left-side of my brain, which was still dull from Merlin-knows what. I then reasoned that all I have to do is calm down and backtrack. Now, what did I do last night? Yesterday night...a party. James' birthday party. Oh Merlin, his parties are always completely out of line. Dancing, drinking games, James snogging Madelynn Chang...blackness. Oh Merlin, what else? Why can't I fucking remember anything? Shit my head hurts. Oh bloody hell it hurts like a hippogriff. Come to think of it, none of my friends are Slytherins so why the hell am I in a Slytherin dor-oh no. This is definitely not happening. I, Rose Weasley (AKA freaking Gryffindor prefect), have not lowered myself to such standards as a common slag. And especially not with a Slytherin! Merlin, my head hurts.
"Oh shut it!" a vaguely familiar voice barked from outside the, you guessed it, dark green door. I tried to make my way to the door, and this time managed to get up and actually take a step, but was stopped when I was suddenly overcome with a bad bout of nausea. I stumbled around the room, frantically searching for the bathroom. Unfortunately, since I had absolutely no idea where I was and therefore no idea where the bathroom was, I didn't make it in time and got that comfy bed soaked with last night's spaghetti. Fuck. I heard a scuffling outside the door and a quiet Alohamora.
"Weasley? Oh bloody hell." that same voice grumbled as they quickly cast a scourgify spell.
"Ugh, where am I?" I groaned as wiped my chin with my sleeve. Wait-sleeve? I was wearing a dress last night. There weren't any sleeves. I stared at my now vomit-covered pajamas and quickly realized that I wasn't wearing Lily's s slinky black dress that she had insisted I wear.
"Shit, who are you?" I asked frantically as I searched for my wand but to no avail.
"Does it really matter?" the he asked, sounding very bored. Well, he did have a good point. But he sure as hell wasn't gonna win this.
"Oh yeah, you're the asshole that probably raped me while I was pas-" I scowled as another wave of nausea hit me. The git must've noticed because within seconds I was being dragged across the room and having my head placed over a porcelain toilet. I then began spewing like there was no tomorrow. Lovely. Once I was done heaving chunks I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist and lift me up. I tried to protest but I'm guessing it came out as a bunch of grumbles. Mystery rapist then set me on a very cold counter and opened a medicine cabinet.
"Shit this is cold." I groaned as I leaned against the wall.
"Merlin, Weasley you acquire quite a potty-mouth when hung over." the arrogant voice said mockingly.
"Oh bugger off." I scowled as he handed me a cup of water and two pills.
"It's just some Advil." he explained as he looked at me expectantly. I sent him a skeptical glance and he rolled his eyes.
"It's not like I poisoned the water or anything, Weasley." he snorted as he took a sip, I guess proving that it wasn't poisoned. Although, now the glass has his spit all over it. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Thanks for the meningitis, but I'm good." I grumbled as I reluctantly took the Advil dry. Yeah, not such a good idea. I then started choking on the Advil, like a little five year old.
"Does it ever stop with you?" he groaned as he, rather strongly, thumped my back and sent the nasty Advils flying from my mouth.
"Ugh. Thanks." I groaned, now adding a sore throat to my list of problems.
"Listen, this obviously isn't working. Why don't you just get back to sleep until the hangover actually hits you." he sighed as he offered a hand to help me off the counter. I made my way to the bed, rather sluggishly, and slid into the nice, warm covers. It wasn't until I was about to fall asleep when I heard the floorboards creak and some shuffling.
"Oy, where are you going?" I asked sleepily.
"To sleep." he said apathetically, sending me a 'duh, idiot' look.
"Oh." I replied rather stupidly, a bit disappointed that my mysterious knight-in-shining-armour didn't want to stay. Yes, I do realize I turn to complete rubbish when I'm a) drunk or b) tired. And, yes, I know that I probably sounded like a little ten year-old girl.
"Well it's not like you need me to stay." he said coolly as he made his way to the door.
"Oh, erm-no. I was just er-thinking that you probably don't wanna get caught by Filch or anybody. I mean, they do rounds every hour and it's nearly-" I began, checking the alarm clock. 2:56 AM. Wait-when did I become a stuttering twelve year-old girl?
"-three AM so I just figured that you could just er-stay here till later." I finished, hoping to Merlin that he bought my lame excuse. There was no way in hell I was telling him that I wanted to get him to fall asleep so I could find out who he was.
"Whatever." he said, brushing it off. Although I could totally tell that he was thankful I reminded him of ol' Filch.
"You were at the party, right?" I asked, just trying to make the time pass less awkwardly.
"Yeah. I'm surprised 'cause this time Al didn't even have to force James to invite me." he replied.
"James getting forced to invite somebody to a party is practically an oxymoron. I mean, he even invited Mal-" I continued, stopping dead in my tracks.
"Malfoy?" I hissed. Okay, this was just too weird. First of all, Malfoy and I hardly speak to each-other and when we do it's because Al forces us. Heck, even then we end up getting in rows. Secondly, he was actually acting civil as he wiped up my vomit and gave me Advil. Heck, that alone was reason to be freaked out. And, most importantly, why the hell would he have helped me?
"Yes, Weasley?" he replied dully as he turned to face me.
"I-you-party-what?" I blubbered, probably looking like a top-notch fool. But you can't blame me, this was probably the most confusing thing to happen to me since when Lorcan tried to explain Nargles to me.
"Yes, I do realize that forming coherent sentences is a challenge for you. However, you really must begin to make an effort." he teased. I shoved him.
"Oh bugger off, Malfoy." I retorted, however this was probably not taken very seriously since I yawned right in the middle of it.
"Let's just deal with this later. I'm fucking beat." he concluded as he fluffed his pillow and made his way under the covers.
"Nuh-uh, Malfoy. These covers are very warm and-oh damn now it's all cold." I groaned as I sent him my best glare, which was probably about as effective as a pygmy puff since I was about to fall asleep. He countered by kicking my warm little feet with his cold ones. I really couldn't help but let out a little shriek.
"Bloody wanker, stay on your side. You try anything and I'm hexing your bits off sooner than you can lift your wand." I warned as I turned over so I wasn't facing him anymore. Soon enough, since Malfoy stopped bugging me and it was doubly warm now, I fell asleep.
I woke up and looked around, fully expecting to be met with seeing Elsie, yet again, frantically searching for one of her textbooks that she'd lost. However, I was met with a totally different scene. It was quiet, the sun was shining, the window was partially open so I could hear birds chirping, and-oh yeah I was in a freaking green room. I was just about to scream when a hand clamped over my mouth. I quickly turned a 180, well rolled over, and was met with grey eyes and bright blonde hair.
"Mmhgfoi?" I screeched, aghast and totally freaked out.
"I'll let go as long as you don't bloody scream." he said slowly as if he were speaking to some first year. I nodded my head and he slowly took his hand away from my mouth.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing in the same room-wait scratch that-same fucking bed as me, Malfoy?" I hissed, not yelling because I actually was one to keep promises.
"Have I ever told you that you have the absolute worst memory?" he asks as he raises an eyebrow. He obviously thought the memories would just start flooding in. I closed my eyes and mentally backtracked. Last night, I got drunk and threw up and was in a green room and M-oh. Now I remember.
"Er-thanks, Malfoy." I said, actually meaning it. That sounds so weird to say. Merlin I feel like I should be washing out my mouth with soap right now. He apparently thought so too 'cause he sent me a look of surprise.
"Don't mention it, Weasley." he grinned-what? Malfoys are incapable of grinning!- as he got up and stretched. Oh god, he's wearing nothing but boxers. No shirt. Don't stare. Don't stare. Oh shit, I'm staring while trying not to stare. But it was worth it, I mean four years of quidditch has treated his body well. Oh damn, now he's looking at me funnily. Maybe he doesn't know I was just ogling him like some bloody fourth year, oh now it dawned on him. Fuck. Geez, when did I turn into Dominique?
"Enjoying the view, Weasley?" he smirked as he walked over to the drawers and shuffled around. Ugh. He just has to ruin it by opening his bloody mouth.
"You wish, Malfoy." I snorted as he picked out a shirt and threw it on. That shirt was definitely not Malfoy's.
"Hey, isn't that Leo's shirt?" I asked, grimacing as I saw the grey and white Quidditch shirt (crazy prick was a fan of the bloody Falmouth Falcons).
"Oh yeah. Well, this is his room. Still beats me that the git got Head Boy." he said, mumbling the last bit.
"Wait, he just let me, a sixth-year Gryffindor heck a freaking Weasley, sleep in his room?" I asked skeptically. I mean, this really didn't sound like the Zabini I knew.
"Well, he owed me a favor. Besides, I think he just slept in Dani's room." he replied. It was a well-known fact that Danielle Prince (the drop-dead gorgeous seventh year Ravenclaw that was Head Girl) and Leo Zabini had an on/off relationship. Well, mostly on but they've "called it quits" about twelve times within the last two years.
"I was wondering why your room was so big...and why there was so much green. I mean, I know you're all for the Slytherin pride but I didn't think you would be this excessive." I joked, earning a chuckle from him. It was also a well-known fact that Leo Zabini thought that the world revolved around Slytherins.
"Nah, even I haven't got as brainwashed as Leo yet. 'Course by next year who knows?" Malfoy joked, however a hint of concern flashing across his face for a second.
"Listen, as much as I er-love your company...I kind of gotta get to my common room before James and Al send out a search party." I joked as I Accioed my clothes and made my way to the door.
"Or worse, the Weasley/Potter clan." he joked as he opened the door for me. Oh, this is just too fucking weird.
"Hey, Malfoy." I called as I made my way to the staircase.
"Yeah, Weasley?" he asked as I look up to him, choosing my words carefully.
"You know this doesn't change anything, right?" I asked, somehow already knowing the answer.
"'Course not, Weasel. Good luck with the Potions test. I mean, I heard it's not exactly your best subject." he said offhandedly. Ugh. I swear, if he was born a girl he'd be the queen of being passive-aggressive.
"Same to you and Transfiguration. I heard McGonagall's just dying to give you another E." I retorted, watching cheefully as he scowled.
"It was just once, Weasley. I was sick that week and didn't get the notes!" he insisted as I laughed and practically skipped down the staircase (this time a combination of gold and green). Ugh, I don't think I'll ever be able to look at that bloody color again.
Author's Note: Does this make up for the long wait? No? Yes? Hopefully? It's my longest and hopefully you don't think it sucks!