When she woke up, she was dismayed to find that she was alone. The curtains were shut around the bed, and for a second she had thought that she was in her own dormitory, but it was hard not to remember the previous night. She'd shared a bed with Draco Malfoy. And she had his word that he'd give her some answers that day. But now, he'd disappeared.
She sat up and pulled the curtains open, blinking a bit in the dim light before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She paused, running her hands down her face in annoyance, then combing lightly through her hair. She didn't even know what time it was.
She looked over at the nightstand, hoping there might be a clock. It was nearing eight in the morning. Mentally, she was arguing whether she should crawl back into the bed and sleep to a time she deemed more appropriate.
That's when she heard the door open. Her attention snapped to the blonde boy who was walking towards the bed. He was passing the end of the bed beside his own when he finally realized that Remington was glaring at him.
"You're awake." He commented with a small amount of surprise.
"Yeah, you asshole. Leaving me here by myself-" She snapped drowsily.
"Obviously not a morning person." He remarked, "And to think I brought you this." He held up a frosted pastry, wrapped in a napkin.
"Oh, whatever." She said, reaching for the pastry. "Give it here."
He rolled his eyes and handed her the confection. For a moment he watched her pull the napkin from it, knowing she probably wouldn't respond kindly to what he was going to say. "I'm going to head up to the seventh floor-"
She quickly swallowed the bite of pastry she'd just taken, "No you are not." She informed him, "You're not leaving me alone in the Slytherin dorms again." When his eyes narrowed at her, she simply patted the bed and took another bite of the pastry.
He muttered something about women and sat at the end of the bed. "Your table manners are lacking." He commented eventually, watching her stuff the last bit of the pastry into her mouth.
After she'd swallowed, she countered, "I don't see any table-"
"Don't be a smartass."
"I don't see your ass doing any tricks." She remarked. When he arched an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes. "Habit." She answered.
"Habit?" He repeated. "It's hard for me to believe that your mother would allow you to eat like that in front of her."
She gave a wicked grin. "Exactly."
"You give that woman hell, don't you?" He prompted.
"Sure as it." She said, falling onto her side across the bed. She looked at him for a moment. "Why're you up so early?" She asked.
"Couldn't sleep." He replied tersely.
"You didn't go back up to-" She began. She'd personally chew him out if he went back to the Room of Hidden Things.
"No." He said before she could finish. She knew he was telling the truth.
"We could sleep some more now..." She started.
"I'm already dressed, I'm not going back to sleep." He said determinedly.
"But you need it." She argued.
"It sounds more like you do." He countered.
"Fine." She muttered. "If you won't sleep, then we'll get the answers you said you'd give."
"You're insufferable." He mumbled, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"Was it only Pansy?" She asked, looking up at him.
"I didn't sleep with Pansy-" He started to disagree.
"Then what-"
"I don't want to get into this with you, Rem." He said. "Really-"
"You know about me." She argued. "I've only had three kisses other than yours. Isaac, Seamus, Isaac." She held up three fingers. "Your turn."
At her last two words, his eyebrows crept up his forehead. "I don't think-"
"Draco."
He was irritated by her insistence of knowing what they both knew would do her no good. "It shouldn't matter what I've done before." He said.
"You were still pretty cozy with Pansy even on the train here this year." She snapped.
"I don't give a damn about Pansy." He shot back.
"And I probably will never see Isaac again, but it was still alright for you to yell at me about that?" She retorted.
"I haven't kissed Pansy-" He began indignantly.
"How long?" She demanded. "It's not like you can say nothing happened between you two last year."
"At the beginning of the year, sure." He said venomously, "But not after that Quidditch match-"
"And you expect me to believe-"
"Go and ask Nott yourself," He interrupted her, "She moved on to him when she wasn't getting what she wanted from me." Remington was quiet for a moment. "Satisfied?" He continued, his tone still sharp.
She was on her back, scowling up at the canopy of the bed. It was a long pause before either of them spoke again. Remington from the embarrassment of being wrong, and realizing that she not only had sounded quite jealous, but that she'd been trying to rectify her own behavior. And Draco from the fact he'd nearly admitted that she'd intrigued his attention enough to where other girls no longer interested him. Not how Remington did.
"I'd prefer you didn't lead Pansy on anymore." She said finally, still looking determinedly at the top of the bed.
He stared at her incredulously, "Lead Pansy on?" He repeated, "You'd prefer I didn't-" He stopped, then chose a different approach. "I'm not leading Pansy on."
"No," She said contemptuously, "You're just not letting on that, possibly, you're already spoken for."
He looked at her, still in minor disbelief. "Am I?" He prompted, though the question held a note of arrogance.
"Either that, or Blaise lied." She squinted slightly, her eyes upwards and away from him.
"Blaise?" He inquired, "Where is this coming from?"
"Blaise told Slughorn that we were, 'in a relationship'." She said.
"And you want that to mean exclusively?" He said slowly.
She sat up, rounding on him. "If I'm not allowed to do certain things, then what the hell gives you the right?"
"Fine." He said, meeting her glare. "But you drive a hard bargain, Alvers."
She made a derisive sound and hopped off the bed. "Just go to that damn room of yours-" She said irritably as she headed to the door.
"Will you stop getting pissed off at me?" He said as he followed her down the steps to the common room
"Stop getting me pissed off at you." She countered, "And I'm reasonably calm at the moment-"
"Reasonably calm?" He repeated. "You don't think I know you well enough yet, Remington? I say one thing wrong any you're ready to slaughter me-"
"Then don't say one thing wrong." She reasoned, stopping just before the entrance to the common room, in the dark of the tunnel.
"With you, it's hard not to." He said, a lot closer behind her than she thought he was. He gently pushed her shoulders. Not expecting it, she stumbled back a step, her heel hitting the stone wall before her back pressed against it. His hands found her hips, and his lips likewise found hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her.
"You're obviously feeling daring." She breathed when she got the chance.
"Do you know how low those pants ride on your hips?" He returned, causing her face to turn a few shades brighter. "I've seen the dreams you've had about me, Alvers." He added under his breath.
Blushing fiercely, she started to pull her arms back. Not that it would do her any good when she was pinned to the wall.
"You're so modest." He said, his tone bordering mocking.
"One of us has to be." She countered.
"The meek may inherit the earth, love," He said, "But right now, it belongs to the conceited."
"You certainly belong in that group." She remarked.
He gave a quiet laugh, pushing off the wall and away from her to leave the common room.