That next morning, I felt Draco shake me gently. "Tori, it's time to wake up," he said. My eyes opened. "Morning, sweetheart," he said.
"Morning," I said, stretching my arms out. "What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"A little after seven," he said. He gently lifted me off of his chest and set me down on the bed. "I'm going to take a shower, ok? I'll be back in a little while," he said.
I wasn't really comprehending what he was saying, but nodded anyway. I was still groggy with sleep. I think I murmured something under my breath. I don't even remember, to be honest. It's really hard to remember everything you say.
I decided to get dressed while Draco was in the shower. I got dressed in the classic school outfit, which was a sweater in the colors of my house, a black knee length skirt (with leggings for me) and black robes over it. The robes were more like a long jacket sort of thing; they weren't like bathrobes or anything like that. I also had black combat boots with a gold lining on.
Draco came out a couple minutes later, with only a towel around his waist. "Stop staring, Tori. You're embarrassing me," he said, although I knew from his tone and his smile that he was joking. I just rolled my eyes and tossed him a change of clothes. "Oh, so my girlfriend's picking out my clothes now? How… adorable," he said.
"Good choice of words, there. If you said anything else, you would be in trouble," I said, although I wasn't completely serious.
Draco smiled and pulled the shirt I tossed him over his head. "Look away for a sec, will you?" he said. I understood, and looked away for a couple seconds. Draco told me it was ok to look again. He was dressed, in a tight black sleeveless shirt and a pair of black slacks. "I guess you do know how to pick out my clothes well," he said.
"I know what you look good in. Although I know you would look even better without anything," I said as I braided my long dark red hair.
Draco's face was kind of hilarious, I'll admit. "Victoria Potter, are you asking me to take my clothes off?" he asked, kind of mocking.
"Hey, if you want to, I won't object," I said and tied the end of my braid with an elastic band.
"If I take all of my clothes off, will you?" he asked. I actually had to think about that. I was seriously considering it. "Hey, I just think it's amazing that you're even considering it," Draco said, putting on his robes.
"I haven't said no yet!" I protested.
"Well, you aren't going to say yes. Not today, at least," he said.
"You don't know that!"
"Well, are you going to say yes?" he asked.
"You're right, I'm not. I might say yes tonight, though," I said.
"Then tell me that tonight," he said, walking up to me (he was like five feet away), putting his hands on my shoulders, and kissing my forehead. "Love you," he said. I murmured that I loved him. "Ready to face the world?" he asked.
I nodded. I grabbed my scarf and woolen hat and headed out of the room. I put my arm around Draco's waist as we headed to breakfast.
The rumor that I had had sex with Draco spread like wildfire that day. I was called a slut several times to my face, and god knows how many times behind my back. Draco tried to stick by me the whole day, but I had a free period when he had potions. People took that opportunity to approach me and insult me.
"I can't believe that you're such a whore," was one thing that was said to me. I pretended to ignore every last insult, so I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of my anger. But, I think all I did was make them think that I had confirmed their suspicion. I didn't care, though. People were going to think what they wanted to, even if I told them the truth.