Chapter 10 – Amelia Malfoy

I stumble, trying to keep pace with Theato as she drags me to her dorm. "Thea, not that I'm complaining or anything, but why exactly are we having a slumber party?"

Thea glances back at me, dark eyes catching the candle light of the hallway. "Because I need to not worry about accidentally changing into a guy for one night, and we both need to have some fun. Sleepover's are supposed to be fun, yes? What friends do?"

"Sleepovers are fun. Or so I've heard." I mutter.

"They are. Elaine and I used to have them all the time. Granted, we used to go and sleep up in the Astronomy Tower, but a guest room in Slytherin has to be just as good." Theato drags me down the stairs to the dungeons, not bothering to pause to give me a moment to catch myself. She glances back to me, a wry grin on her lips. "Oh, I forgot to mention. We are having the sleepover in my room. That way nobody can bother us."

I slide my hand along the way in an attempt to not fall flat on my face. "No one can bother us, except for, you know, the entirety of Slytherin House." I joke.

She stops, nearly making me run into her, and turns around. The wicked grin on her face scares me slightly. "Didn't you hear? Caleb put Malcolm and I in the guest rooms of Slytherin, which is down a separate hall coming out of the common room. He didn't want anyone harassing us. The dorms are on the opposite side of the common room. The only other person who can get down that hall without permission is Malcolm."

I relax a little. "Okay. But what about Malcolm?"

She shrugs and pulls me along again, down a few more corridors, before finally stopping in front of a wall. "Malcolm is supposed to be with Joss and Jackson tonight. He won't be bothering us. His room is across the hall, anyways. No reason for him to come a'knocking."

I look at her, surprised. "Joss didn't mention it. That's weird." I look around and shiver slightly. I've never been too fond of the dungeons, much preferring Ravenclaw Tower. It's just a little too dark and damp down here for me. "So, what are we going to do during this Slumber Party?" I question the girl beside me.

Theato taps the wall in front of her, mumbling something under her breath, and the wall retreats. In it's place is a door, which Theato quickly pulls open and pulls me inside. "I asked the house elves to bring food to my room, since we both ended up missing dinner."

"Oh thank god, I'm starving." I exclaim, following Theato down the well-lit hallway to her room.

"I figured you would be" she answers, stopping at the end of the hall and opening the door to the room on the left. "Well, come on. The food will be cold if you wait any longer."

"Oh wow." I murmur as I step into her room. There were at least three tables full of food. Basically every wizard dish you can imagine, it was there. I smirk slightly when I see a bowl of Muggle marshmallows and a plate of chocolate and graham crackers. "Are you planning on making S'mores, Theato?"

For her part, she blushes a soft pink and slips into the room, shutting the door behind herself. "I heard Caleb talking about them and I have never had them before. He suggested that I try them" she mumbles, slipping past me and to the food, looking down at it curiously.

"They are one of the greatest things Muggles have ever created. Come on, I'll show you." I take the plate and bowl over to the fire and sit down, patting the ground next to me, indicating that Theato should sit down too.

"You... have to melt it?" She slinks towards me, perching on the edge of a posh pillowed chair by the fire, and nods for me to continue. Her eyes shine with curiosity, making her look like an excited kitten, or a child on Christmas. It's kind of cute, how happy she looks at the prospect of melted chocolate.

I giggle. "You don't put the chocolate in the fire, but it will end up melting, don't worry." I add hastily as her face falls. She perks up slightly, as I take my wand from my boot and conjure two roasting sticks. "You have to come closer for this to work, you know."

"This is exciting" she mumbles, slipping off of her chair and onto the ground next to me. Her cheeks tinge pink as she holds out her hand for one of the roasting sticks, cocking her head to the side. "How do we put chocolate on a stick without it melting everywhere?"

I give her a small smile, loving how innocent she is with this. "You don't put the chocolate on the stick. You put the marshmallows on. Like this, see?" I demonstrate as she watches curiously.

She takes a marshmallow from the bowl, slowly sinking it onto the end of the stick, before looking up, wide eyed. "Now what?"

"You stick it above the fire until it turns a lovely golden brown." I say. "Or, if you are like me, you stick it in until it catches fire." I put my marshmallow on a stick directly in the flame, smiling happily as the flame catches.

Theato giggles softly, holding her marshmallow just above the flames. It turns a soft brown as mine continues to flame. "You know, this is actually kind of fun. I've never actually made my own food like this before."

"Really?" I ask, as I pull mine out, extinguishing the flame with my breath. "I love making my own food. I'll have to show you how to make my amazing brownies." I smile over at her, picking up a piece of chocolate and two graham crackers.

She copies my actions, squishing the marshmallow between the chocolate and two crackers before pulling it off and sniffing at the S'more she made. "And you eat it like this?"

I nod. "Yup. It's even better if you just shove the whole thing in your mouth at once. That way nothing has the chance to spill and ooze on you."

"Alright..." Theato glances at me uncertainly before managing to shove the whole thing in her mouth and crunch down on it. Her eyes widen in surprise and she claps, bouncing excitedly while chewing.

I laugh loudly as she beams at me. "So, I'm going to take that as 'Oh my god Amelia this is really delicious!'"

She nods her head vigorously, finishing her S'more before jumping up with a glimmer in her eye. "I wonder what other treats the house elves brought us" she sings, dancing in a circle before grabbing my arm and yanking me up and towards the tables. "I can't remember the last time I had chocolate! Rudolphus didn't like it so we never had any in the house."

"You poor child, how have you survived?" I exclaim, bouncing along after her.

"I had Matthew to amuse me" she answers, sending me a vicious grin before looking over the food and dismissing it with a wave of the hand. "Boring. I'm not that hungry anyways. Caelum bleeding out all over me took my appetite away."

"Mm. Matthew Flint. You must tell me more about this." I say, falling dramatically on to a plush dark green couch.

Theato looks over at me, arching an eyebrow while moving to sit cross-legged beside me, leaning back against the armrest. "Oh, and what do you want to know?" She asks, a scandalous tone in her voice as she leans towards me, a smirk slowly crawling across her lips.

I sit up and prop my head on my hands. "Details. All of them. How else am I going to live through you?"

Theato scoffs, picking up the pillow beside her and playing with the tassels on it. "Well, I doubt that you want all of the details. Some of them are rather... intimate."

I pick up the pillow next to me and throw it at her face. "Theato. Details."

She snickers and catches it before launching her own directly at my face. "Well, first off, did you know that Matthew Flint has a birth mark shaped like a crescent moon on his left butt cheek?"

I shriek as the pillow smacks into my face, before laughing. "Do you think it's hereditary? Maybe Malcolm has one too. We should ask Jackson."

Theato squeals and claps her hands together, tossing the other pillow at me in the process. "Oh, that would be just pleasant! I wonder if Malcolm also has his rough kink as well?"

I catch the pillow and launch it back at her before giggling. "If he does I bet Jackson enjoys it."

Theato barks out laughter, snorting. A hand flies up to her mouth and she looks at me wide-eyed, embarrassed, before starting to laugh again.

"What does Jackson enjoy?" A curious voice asks from the door.

I gasp and look towards the door, where a very confused Malcolm stands. I look back at Thea before breaking down into laughter again.

Theato tries to muffle her laughter, but can't manage to. Instead, she picks up the pillow she threw at me and tosses it at Malcolm.

Malcolm catches it, not looking amused as he steps into the room and shuts the door behind himself, dropping my bag to the ground. "What do I have that Jackson enjoys?"

"A broom" Theato manages to get out before falling back into giggles and collapsing against my side, whispering "ask about the birth mark" into my ear.

I fall back against the back of the couch trying to control my laughter. "So Malcolm," I gasp out, "Do you by any chance have a birthmark on your bum?" I collapse into Theato, giggling uncontrollably.

Malcolm's eyebrows rise in surprise as he sits on the chair in front of the couch, watching the two of us with something calculating. "And if I do?"

"I knew he did! He reminds me too much of Matthew not to have it!" Theato yelps, sitting up and wiping at her eyes while gasping for air.

I lean forward, grinning like a maniac. "So you admit to having this birthmark?" My voice is strained from forcing my laughter back.

Malcolm glances between the two of us before settling to stare at Theato, eyes narrowed. "What did you say about my grandfather?"

Theato's eyes widen and she straightens up. "Absolutely nothing. I understand that birthmarks are usually a family trait in purebloods."

I giggle before saying, "Yes, absolutely, my father has a star on his left shoulder. And so does my grandfather." This is a lie of course, my father has nothing of the sort. But, I think it might be slightly detrimental to their friendship if he found out she, in a way, shagged his grandfather.

Malcolm leans forward, glaring at us with an icy chill in his eyes. "Yes, but the area in which my birthmark is located is quite intimate." He leans back, tapping a finger against Theato's knee. "So explain to me how you knew the exact location if my grandfather's and mine."

"Wouldn't you like to know" she hisses before sniggering and whipping a pillow at Malcolm.

Malcolm, caught completely by surprise, gets smacked in the face by it. He pulls it off of himself and places it in his lap, glaring at Thea. "I would, and if you don't tell me, then I will give Amelia her bag."

"You wouldn't" Theato murmurs, eyes widening in horror as she pales.

"Oh, I would" Malcolm answers monotonously, his face a mask of perfect stone.

What's so bad about my bag that Thea doesn't want him giving it to me? I mean, it's just got my school stuff in it. "Why would it be bad if he gave me my bag? I kind of want it actually, do you have it?" I ask Malcolm. Thea and him are apparently having a glaring contest I wasn't invited to. I pick up a pillow and wack both of them upside the head with it. "Hey!" I shout. "Come on, tell me."

Thea yelps and blinks, glancing over at me before sharing another look with Malcolm, this one not quite so rude. "Someone put joke charm on it earlier. Give me a minute to take it off and you can have your bag" she answers easily, but I can see the lie in her words.

"Thea, what's going on?" I question the girl next to me.

Theato shakes her head and gets up, walking over to the door and gingerly squatting beside my bag. She draws her wand, waving it over my bag.

"Be careful, Theato" Malcolm calls, looking like he's dying to get off his chair and pull her away from the bag. "The... charm is a rather strong one."

"Who would charm my bag, anyways? What is the point in that?" I ask Malcolm.

"No idea. It was probably just a prank." He shrugs, watching as Thea mumbles a few words and waves her wand over my bag again. It glows a faint yellow before settling down again, and Thea sighs.

"If it's just a prank, what's the big deal?" I look between the two dark haired Slytherins. Malcolm's face is calm and collected, but Theato looks angry and slightly scared. I'm so confused.

Thea shrugs, slipping her wand into her pocket before getting up and grabbing my bag. "It would have been embarrassing for me to be seen with someone so easily pranked" she answers easily, dropping the bag in my lap before sitting on Malcolm's armrest.

"Oh really?" I grab the pillow next to me. "Is that so?" I swing the pillow at Thea, but she ducks and it collides with the side of Malcolm's head.

Malcolm squeaks, bumping into Theato and snatching the pillow before it falls to the floor. "That was uncalled for," he glares at me, running a hand through his hair to fix it, "and right when I was about to tell you that your bag was-"

Another pillow smacks Malcolm in the face, this time from Theato, who doesn't look a bit apologetic. "Sorry Mal, what were you saying?" she asks sweetly, smiling down at him with her leering, psychopathic Riddle smile.

"Oh it's on, Riddle." Malcolm hits Theato in the face and I laugh. He turns at the sound and smacks the pillow into my face, knocking me to the couch.

"You are in for it now, Malcolm." I say, standing up on the couch with a pillow in hand.

"Don't start something that you can't finish, Mal." Theato jumps up, balancing on Malcolm's armrest, a pillow in hand as she smirks down at Malcolm. She glances at me, arching an eyebrow suggestively before glancing at her pillow then down at Malcolm.

I nod, and start to move around to his other side, poised to attack. "This isn't going to end well for you."

He glances between the two of us before swearing and trying to lurch off the chair. Theato laughs and whips her pillow at the back of his head, sending him crashing to the floor as he raises his arms to fend off the attack.

I grin and swing at his hands, knocking them into his face. He curses, attempting to crawl away.

"Na ah ah" Theato sings, snatching the other pillow off the chair and tossing it at him. He turns around, catching it, and whips it back at her. Theato yelps, falling off the arm of the chair and crashing to the floor beside him. "That was rude" she growls, rubbing her butt before grinning and tackling him. They struggle on the floor until she manages to cling to his back, her legs wrapped around his stomach and her arms around his neck. "I got him, Amelia! Attack!"

I jump in with a mighty war cry, slamming my pillow repeatedly into his face, and body. I giggle as he starts to scream. It's not like a deep, manly scream either. It was a high pitched, and extremely girly. Thea and I sit back a little, looking at him. The scream slowly peters out and we just burst out laughing.

"That was... you have some lungs on you, Mal" Theato teases, unhooking an arm from his neck to mess up his hair, unhooking her legs from around his stomach to sit cross legged, his head in her lap. "Such a pretty girl, aren't you, Mal?" She coos, grinning.

"I don't think even I scream that high, Flint." I say, crawling over to sit on his stomach. I hit his face with the pillow as the door opens.

Malcolm flushes a lovely shade of pink and struggles underneath us, glancing at whomever opened the door. Relief lights his eyes and he struggles harder." Jackson. Get them off of me."

Jackson Wood slowly walks in the room, towards us. "I heard screams... What's going on?" He throws a glance towards Malcolm, and I giggle.

"So what you're saying is, you recognized the screams?"

Malcolm falls silent and still underneath me, and Theato coughs to hide her laughter.

Jackson blushes and rubs the back of his neck. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Malfoy. Now could you kindly get off of my boyfriend?"

I smirk at him. "Why don't you make me?"

"I think that Amelia is trying to say that she is quite comfy where she is, and if you are jealous, you are welcome to pick up a pillow join us" Theato murmurs, pulling her hands out of Malcolm's hair and reaching over. She grabs a pillow from the floor, tossing it to Jackson. "If you are man enough to win your boyfriend back from us."

Malcolm shoots her a glare and starts struggling again. "Don't do it, Jackson. It's a trap."

"We aren't going to let him up, so you really have no choice." I say, holding up my pillow.

Jackson looks at Malcolm and then back up at me before launching forward and slamming his pillow into the side of my head, knocking me sideways.

Theato lungs forward, onto Malcolm's chest, and tackles Jackson, bringing him down. The movement drags her and Jackson off of the Slytherin and into a new pile on the floor, wrestling for control on the pillow that previously hit me in the face.

Malcolm, now mostly free, sits up and scrambles away from our pile, reaching for a pillow laying a few feet away.

"Not a chance, Flint." I grab his legs and pull him back, out of the reach of the pillow.

He flips onto his back and brings a knee up between our bodies, pushing we away while grinning. "Too late, Malfoy." He raises a hand and whacks my chest with the tasseled pillow Theato had earlier.

I shriek and swing my pillow at his head. "You're going to pay for that."

He laughs, swatting my pillow to the side and shoves me away. "I would like to see you try." He ducks around me and reaches for Theato's arm, trying to drag her off of Jackson.

She shrieks and kicks at him, clinging to the blond Gryffindor as he tickles her sides. "Amelia! Get Flint off of me!" She screams while wiggling in Jackson's arms, trying to get away from the tickles and the Slytherin trying to drag her towards him.

He tries to grab at me, hands flailing blindly as he attempts to shield himself at the same time. Giving up, he groans and rolls over, pinning me beneath him. He coughs out laughter as he pushes me into the ground. "Give up yet, Malfoy?" He asks. He freezes when a shark bark of laughter comes from Theato.

"No, stop, oh Merlin, Jackson, stop! I am going to pee my pants!" She screams, flailing and managing to nearly kick Malcolm and I in the face as she attempts to escape her captor.

Jackson smirks, tightening his arm around her waist and tickling her sides. "Do you give up?"

Taking advantage of his distraction, I flip us over so his face is pressed into the carpet. "Give up yet, Flint?" I mock, as he struggles to push me off.

"Never" he promises, shoving at me with all of his force, barely managing to wiggle us around on the floor.

"Amelia!" Theato cries again, successfully managing to kick kick Malcolm in the ribs this time and wind him in her attempt to get away.

Jackson finally gives her a break, pausing in his tickling to flip her over and pin her beneath him. She struggles to get away and catch her breathe at the same time, failing miserably and only succeeding in having Jackson pin her hands above her head. He glances over at me, smirking. "Prisoner exchange?"

I knock Malcolm to the ground, and press his shoulders down. "You first, Wood."

He groans beneath me, glaring. "Don't trust her."

Jackson looks at Malcolm for a moment, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, before he nods and eases up, sitting up on Theato's stomach and releasing her arms. "Fine."

I grab Theato's arm and drag her over to me. I ease up on Malcolm and he scrambles out from under me towards Jackson. "Arm yourself, Thea." I whisper, slowly reaching for a pillow.

She drops her pillow and throws her arms up, sitting on her butt between the boys and I. "No way. I call a truce for a while." She shoots Jackson a dirty look, but there is warmth in her eyes. "I have no wish to be tickled again tonight."

I laugh and lay down, leaning my arms on my pillow. "So now that the battle is over, what are we going to do?"

Jackson and Malcolm relax, leaning against each other.

Theato smiles and lays back on the floor, pulling a pillow to place under her head. "I am not sure about you, but I am tired. Today has been a long day." She glances at the boys, and nods towards the couch. "You can stay here tonight. It's Sunday tomorrow anyways, there are no classes to be late for." With that, she gets up and walks to the bed, collapsing onto it.

Malcolm makes a noise, presumably one of agreeance, as Jackson yawns. He pulls the Gryffindor up and the few steps it takes to get to the couch before the both collapse on it.

I stumble getting up and collapse next to Theato on her bed, thinking about the strangeness of the day as I fall asleep.