"My vocal chords have been fighting. My mouth likes to spite me, it never says the words that come to mind. I brought a stick to a gun fight, and I'm stuck with my tongue tied. I run but I can't hide..."~She[For Liz](PARACHUTE)
Chapter 21: Hey Punk
~November 8~
I stared back and forth between the boys for a long moment, half in panic and half fearful of confrontation. Toby glares at Draco's hand, intertwined with mine. Draco gives Toby a deadly look, ready to pounce, and I'm sure that if I wasn't holding onto him with all my strength, he would've. I take deep breaths, regretting my choice of not telling Draco about Toby's unwanted visit. I blinked a few times and looked up at the blonde beside me with a light squeeze on his hand to get his attention.
"Draco, this is Toby," I said slowly, gesturing to my ex-boyfriend. "Toby is my ex, from America. We broke up a few weeks before I came here." Draco looked down at me, then back at the black-haired boy. I bit my lip and turned to Toby. Confidence filled me as is said "Toby, this is my boyfriend Draco." The little, green monster flashed through Toby's eyes as he looked into mine. I squeezed Draco's hand hard, begging him in my mind to be nice.
"Draco Malfoy," my blonde said, catching my hint and extending his hand to Toby. Toby gave a slightly disgusted look, but nonetheless shook Draco's hand.
"Toby Invidia," the raven-haired boy replied. Then, he turned to me with a smirked. "Long time no see, Punk." I mentally cringed at my old nickname as he grabbed my waist and pulled me away from Draco into a hug. I pat his back awkwardly and then felt behind me for Draco's hand. My blonde took it quickly and pulled me out of Toby's grasp, into his protective arms.
"How long are you staying?" I asked Toby, snaking an arm around Draco's waist. I wanted nothing more than to run and hide for the time he was here, let Draco handle him. But what kind of person would that make me?
"A week," he answered, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. He offered me one, as usual. And as usual, I declined.
"Fine," I murmured. "You can sleep on the couch." I gestured to my silver couch as he took a hit off his cigarette and blew a puff of smoke directly at Draco's face. Draco's scowled and grabbed the cigarette out of Toby's hand, throwing it down on the floor and stomping it out.
"Watch it, git," the blonde hissed.
"Git?" Toby asked. He snorted. "Seriously, dude?"
"Alright then," I interjected. "Draco, can I talk to you a minute?" I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the Common Room, not waiting for his answer. The portrait closed behind us and Draco turned me around to face him. "I am so sorry." I said quickly.
"Sorry?" he scoffed. "Why didn't you warn me that your ass of an ex-boyfriend was coming for a visit?" He demanded. I opened my mouth to explain, then closed it. I didn't know what to say. "Why is he even here?"
"I'm sorry," I whispered again, looking away. He scoffed again.
"Forget it," he murmured. When I looked up, he was gone. I watched him as he stormed down the hall, around the corner, and out of sight. I bit my lip a leaned against the wall.
Give him some time to blow off steam, my mind suggested. I agreed immediately. Then, an idea popped into my head. Now is the perfect time to go see Snape. I sighed and reentered the Head Dorms to find Toby lounging in Draco's couch, new cigarette in hand.
"Hey Punk, where's your boy?" He greeted. I grimaced and took his cigarette away, putting it out a throwing it away. "Not another one..." he grumbled. I grabbed his bags.
"Get up," I snapped.
"Yes ma'am," he drawled, standing and following me into my bedroom I threw his luggage down.
"You can stay in here for the night, until I can figure out what to do with you," I informed him. He smirked and gave me his 'sexy' look. On anyone else, it might have worked. It just made me grimace even more. I turned and made to leave the room.
"Hey now," he said grabbing my hand and pulling me back. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Stop," I ordered calmly.
"Come on, you know you missed me," He said, running his hands down my waist.
"Not in the slightest," I hissed, pushing him away from me. He gave me an angry look. "I'm going to talk to someone. Stay here until I get back."
"Whatever," he grumbled as I left. I quickly made my way down the hall and into the dungeons. I barged into Snape's classroom without knocking and, when I found it empty went to his office. He sat at his desk, reading and grading essays. I groaned and fell back onto his couch.
"Who is it?" he called out sarcastically. "Ah, Miss Ruinae, please come in."
"Shut up," I grumbled, covering my face with one of his couch pillows. "I'm not in the mood."
"Would you like to talk about it?" He asked.
"Not really…"
"Good," he said quickly. I peeked at him from under the pillow to find him watching me. I sighed.
"Can I just hide in here for a while?" He grimaced a bit, but nodded.
"If you assure me you'll keep that gob of yours shut, then yes," he drawled. I closed my eyes and listened to the way Snape's quill scratched along the parchment with every scribble he made…
"Miss Ruinae," a deep voice called quietly. Something shook my foot roughly, rousing me from a restless sleep. "Get up." Snape's voice ordered. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. I was still on Snape's couch, in his office.
"What?" I asked groggily.
"It's after curfew," he drawled. "You fell asleep a couple of hours ago. Do you always snore? Because I have a potion that can fix that-"
"I do not snore," I snapped at him. He smirked a bit but returned quickly to his serious façade. I rubbed my cheek and stood. "Can you walk with me? It- It's dark." I mumbled. Snape already knew I was afraid of the dark. I had admitted it to him a week ago when he told me of my mother's fear of darkness.
"I suppose," he agreed, leading me out of his office. We walked slowly down the dark halls of the castle in silence. As we ascended the stairs, he spoke. "Are you going to tell me why you needed to 'hide' earlier?"
"It's a long story…" I sighed. He waited, expecting me to continue, so I did. "Long story, short, my ex-boyfriend showed up and it pissed Draco off. He ran off and left me alone with the ex. That's when I came to you."
"I'll never understand teen drama," he mused. I snorted.
"Nice," I mumbled with a frown. I looked up at him hopefully. "Is there any way you could get him out of the Head Dorms? I didn't even want him here in the first place."
"I'll see what I can do," he stated. "I'll speak with Dumbledore in the morning, to discuss arrangements for this…?"
"Pompous ass," I filled in. Snape snorted. He didn't seem to care about my 'language' outside of class.
"I was searching for a name," he drawled.
"Oh," I grumbled. "Toby Invidia." I corrected.
"Better," he approved with a nod as we approached the Head Dorms portrait hole. "Butterbeer." Snape announced for me.
"Thanks," I said quietly.
"Any time," he drawled, leaving me alone outside the door as he left for his own bed.
I frowned and entered the Dorms quietly, tip-toeing into my bedroom. Toby was passed out on my bed, snoring softly into my pillow. I grimaced and grabbed my pajamas quietly, and then left the room. I changed into the green tank top and my grey sweatpants in the bathroom and then went to check on Draco.
I padded across the main room to his door and turned the knob slowly, quietly. I peeked into his room to find him lying on his bed, arms resting behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, wide awake. He didn't acknowledge me as I entered his room, closing the door behind me. I bit my lip and crawled onto his bed, crawled across the mattress and over to him. I lay on my side, facing him, our bodies pressed against each other, my stomach against his bare torso. I looked up at his eyes as he dropped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"You said that already," he pointed out. I frowned and rested my head on his shoulder.
"How mad are you at me?" I asked him. He finally looked down at me. Seeing my sad, worried expression, he kissed my forehead gently.
"I'm not mad at you," he assured. "I'm mad at him. He just might be the reason I end up in Azkaban for murder…" he mused, smirking at me. I snickered and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you," I said, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.
"For wanting to kill your ex-boyfriend?" he asked jokingly. I smiled and shook my head.
"For not freaking out too much," I corrected. He pulled the blankets over me as I closed my eyes and drifted off in his arms into a deep sleep…
(A/N) Aww... they're so cute (:
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