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***Chapter Four: Any Drink is a Good Drink***
She awoke to the same darkness that she had passed out in. Slowly, as her eyes focused, Samantha was able to see that she was in a room in the castle. It was lit by a single flame that hung in a holder on the wall. Her kidnapper stood in front of her, while Samantha sat on a chair, with nothing to hold her down.
"What do you want, Finley?" she spat at the tall, blonde-haired man.
"You've caused a big stir with the Ministry," he replied, puffing on a cigarette.
"So?"
"They're looking for you, Sam."
"Like I care! I'm here now, this is my life."
"How can you say that? You've been here for what... Two days?"
"Shut up!"
Finley pinched her cheek. "You always were a cute one!"
"Bite me, asshole!"
"Look, Sam. We can do this the hard way, or my way!"
"Do what?"
"You have to come back. They'll know too much if they catch you."
"Let them catch me. I don't give a fuck."
Finley grinned evilly at her. "And I don't give if you die! Those are your choices Sam. Die or join us again!"
"I'd die either way."
"That's life."
"ACCIO DOOR!" Samantha suddenly cried, whipping out her wand.
Finley had just enough time to turn around and get a door in the face. It knocked him down; face flat against the floor and out cold.
"That's what you get for trying to kill me, you bastard!" Samantha stepped on top of the door as she left.
******
Samantha didn't get any sleep that night. She sat on her bed, wand drawn and ready to attack anything that came near. By the time it was morning, she was practically asleep. But Pansy Parkinson always ruined anything that could be good.
"Jesus, you look like the living dead!" Pansy snarled, waking Samantha from her dozing.
"Watch out or I'll turn you into a zombie too, Parkinson."
"You are the weirdest thing I've ever met!"
"I love you too."
Pansy rolled her eyes and left with the rest of the Slytherin girls who were going to class. The dormitory was empty now, except for Samantha.
"How could they find me?" she asked herself over and over again. After the incident at that mall, she thought everything was over and she was going to Azkaban. But then it struck her... If she changed her looks and name, she could keep on living a normal life. "Boy was I wrong!" That was it. She needed to tell someone; get it off her shoulders. And she knew that Blaise always skipped the first class.
Getting into the boys dormitory was easy. She just walked up the stairs.
"Blaise! Blaise? Where the fuck are you?" she called. Samantha walked over to his bed. Empty. "Damn! Nice time to actually go to class!"
"Do you have a screaming problem, Zinok?" It was that voice. Not, Finley's. It was the voice of the one sin she was tempted to give in to.
"Malfoy, do you know where Blaise is?" She stepped closer to Draco who was casually lying against the headboard of his bed, dressed in nothing but a muscle shirt and boxers.
"He went to class."
"That dumbass!"
"Not really. McGonagall told him that if he missed one more transfigurations class he would be expelled."
"Oh." Samantha sat down next to Draco. His bed was surprisingly more comfortable than hers and Draco was unsurprisingly hotter than Blaise. NO! "Damn this love/hate relationship!" she thought to herself. Samantha had to keep telling herself that he was a player. He was with Pansy. But, damn!
"Does my lack of clothes turn you on?" Draco asked her, smirking.
Suddenly aware that she was staring, Samantha snapped her head up. "No, I was just thinking about how great a drink would be right now."
"You're in luck!" Draco reached over to his bedside table and pulled a small bottle out of the drawer. "Got it in Hogsmeade last weekend. Paid double price because I'm still underage."
"You can buy it for double? It's not illegal?" Samantha asked, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. "Oh nasty!" She grimaced at the sour taste. "Yet satisfying." She took another swig.
"Save some for me," Draco said, reaching for the bottle.
Taking turns, they both took their share of the alcohol. Samantha felt her head get lighter and lighter.
"Fucking oh my God!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Draco asked, obviously sloshed.
"We should go like... Share the love!"
"What?"
"Follow me you drunken fool!" Samantha got up and staggered towards the stairway to the common room. Draco followed, barely able to stand.
By the time they had reached the common room, it was lunch break and around ten other students occupied the room. Some looked up as Samantha and Draco entered arms around each others shoulders.
"Hey! Pansy!" Draco called to his girlfriend. "I love you!"
Samantha started to giggle madly and started to fall towards Draco. "Hello sexy!" she said, brushing his hair out of his face. "Will you sex me?"
Draco started to giggle like a little girl. Then, they both abruptly stopped giggling and started to make-out.
"What the fuck?!" Pansy screeched. "Get off my boyfriend!" She rushed towards Draco and Samantha, pulled them apart, and started to yell at Samantha. "What the crap?! Are you fucking crazy?"
"Hey, don't mess with me! I'm a class forty-six kung-fu chick! HI YA!" Samantha swung her arms all in different directions.
"Bitch! Are you mocking me?" Pansy's anger was boiling over.
"Don't make me angry. I'm violent when I'm angry!" Samantha threw a slow punch, missing Pansy and making her fall face-first onto the floor. Then she passed out.
Draco stood, leaning on the fireplace, still laughing his ass off. Suddenly a wave of nausea struck him and Draco hurled all over the stone hearth.
"EW!" screamed the girls in the common room, including Pansy.
Just then Blaise burst in. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked. "I could hear you guys scream from outside!"
Pansy pointed to Samantha and Draco; one passed out, the other looking deathly sick. "Both are drunk as all hell."
Blaise picked up Samantha, fireman style, and shook his head. "I'm taking her up to her dormitory. You take care of barf boy over there."
Pansy turned pale. "I have to clean that up?"
"He's you're boyfriend."
******
By the time Samantha awoke, it was past dinner time. Her head pounded and she felt nauseous. What the hell did she do? And how did she end up in her own bed?
"What the hell were you thinking?" Blaise asked her. He sat in the indent of the window.
"That I needed a drink. So I got one."
"Jesus Samantha, there's drinking and then there's drinking!"
"Believe me I needed that drink badly."
"What could make you get drunk with Draco?"
Samantha thought for a moment. "One, he's incredibly sexy. Two, he had the booze. Three, I can't tell you that until we're in a place where no one can here us."
"Jesus Samantha, you've got me worried."
"Wait 'till you hear my story. You probably won't want to be around me anymore."
Blaise sat next to her. He looked into her hazel eyes with his black ones. "Nothing could ever make me not want to be around you."
***End Chapter Four***
***Chapter Four: Any Drink is a Good Drink***
She awoke to the same darkness that she had passed out in. Slowly, as her eyes focused, Samantha was able to see that she was in a room in the castle. It was lit by a single flame that hung in a holder on the wall. Her kidnapper stood in front of her, while Samantha sat on a chair, with nothing to hold her down.
"What do you want, Finley?" she spat at the tall, blonde-haired man.
"You've caused a big stir with the Ministry," he replied, puffing on a cigarette.
"So?"
"They're looking for you, Sam."
"Like I care! I'm here now, this is my life."
"How can you say that? You've been here for what... Two days?"
"Shut up!"
Finley pinched her cheek. "You always were a cute one!"
"Bite me, asshole!"
"Look, Sam. We can do this the hard way, or my way!"
"Do what?"
"You have to come back. They'll know too much if they catch you."
"Let them catch me. I don't give a fuck."
Finley grinned evilly at her. "And I don't give if you die! Those are your choices Sam. Die or join us again!"
"I'd die either way."
"That's life."
"ACCIO DOOR!" Samantha suddenly cried, whipping out her wand.
Finley had just enough time to turn around and get a door in the face. It knocked him down; face flat against the floor and out cold.
"That's what you get for trying to kill me, you bastard!" Samantha stepped on top of the door as she left.
******
Samantha didn't get any sleep that night. She sat on her bed, wand drawn and ready to attack anything that came near. By the time it was morning, she was practically asleep. But Pansy Parkinson always ruined anything that could be good.
"Jesus, you look like the living dead!" Pansy snarled, waking Samantha from her dozing.
"Watch out or I'll turn you into a zombie too, Parkinson."
"You are the weirdest thing I've ever met!"
"I love you too."
Pansy rolled her eyes and left with the rest of the Slytherin girls who were going to class. The dormitory was empty now, except for Samantha.
"How could they find me?" she asked herself over and over again. After the incident at that mall, she thought everything was over and she was going to Azkaban. But then it struck her... If she changed her looks and name, she could keep on living a normal life. "Boy was I wrong!" That was it. She needed to tell someone; get it off her shoulders. And she knew that Blaise always skipped the first class.
Getting into the boys dormitory was easy. She just walked up the stairs.
"Blaise! Blaise? Where the fuck are you?" she called. Samantha walked over to his bed. Empty. "Damn! Nice time to actually go to class!"
"Do you have a screaming problem, Zinok?" It was that voice. Not, Finley's. It was the voice of the one sin she was tempted to give in to.
"Malfoy, do you know where Blaise is?" She stepped closer to Draco who was casually lying against the headboard of his bed, dressed in nothing but a muscle shirt and boxers.
"He went to class."
"That dumbass!"
"Not really. McGonagall told him that if he missed one more transfigurations class he would be expelled."
"Oh." Samantha sat down next to Draco. His bed was surprisingly more comfortable than hers and Draco was unsurprisingly hotter than Blaise. NO! "Damn this love/hate relationship!" she thought to herself. Samantha had to keep telling herself that he was a player. He was with Pansy. But, damn!
"Does my lack of clothes turn you on?" Draco asked her, smirking.
Suddenly aware that she was staring, Samantha snapped her head up. "No, I was just thinking about how great a drink would be right now."
"You're in luck!" Draco reached over to his bedside table and pulled a small bottle out of the drawer. "Got it in Hogsmeade last weekend. Paid double price because I'm still underage."
"You can buy it for double? It's not illegal?" Samantha asked, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. "Oh nasty!" She grimaced at the sour taste. "Yet satisfying." She took another swig.
"Save some for me," Draco said, reaching for the bottle.
Taking turns, they both took their share of the alcohol. Samantha felt her head get lighter and lighter.
"Fucking oh my God!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Draco asked, obviously sloshed.
"We should go like... Share the love!"
"What?"
"Follow me you drunken fool!" Samantha got up and staggered towards the stairway to the common room. Draco followed, barely able to stand.
By the time they had reached the common room, it was lunch break and around ten other students occupied the room. Some looked up as Samantha and Draco entered arms around each others shoulders.
"Hey! Pansy!" Draco called to his girlfriend. "I love you!"
Samantha started to giggle madly and started to fall towards Draco. "Hello sexy!" she said, brushing his hair out of his face. "Will you sex me?"
Draco started to giggle like a little girl. Then, they both abruptly stopped giggling and started to make-out.
"What the fuck?!" Pansy screeched. "Get off my boyfriend!" She rushed towards Draco and Samantha, pulled them apart, and started to yell at Samantha. "What the crap?! Are you fucking crazy?"
"Hey, don't mess with me! I'm a class forty-six kung-fu chick! HI YA!" Samantha swung her arms all in different directions.
"Bitch! Are you mocking me?" Pansy's anger was boiling over.
"Don't make me angry. I'm violent when I'm angry!" Samantha threw a slow punch, missing Pansy and making her fall face-first onto the floor. Then she passed out.
Draco stood, leaning on the fireplace, still laughing his ass off. Suddenly a wave of nausea struck him and Draco hurled all over the stone hearth.
"EW!" screamed the girls in the common room, including Pansy.
Just then Blaise burst in. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked. "I could hear you guys scream from outside!"
Pansy pointed to Samantha and Draco; one passed out, the other looking deathly sick. "Both are drunk as all hell."
Blaise picked up Samantha, fireman style, and shook his head. "I'm taking her up to her dormitory. You take care of barf boy over there."
Pansy turned pale. "I have to clean that up?"
"He's you're boyfriend."
******
By the time Samantha awoke, it was past dinner time. Her head pounded and she felt nauseous. What the hell did she do? And how did she end up in her own bed?
"What the hell were you thinking?" Blaise asked her. He sat in the indent of the window.
"That I needed a drink. So I got one."
"Jesus Samantha, there's drinking and then there's drinking!"
"Believe me I needed that drink badly."
"What could make you get drunk with Draco?"
Samantha thought for a moment. "One, he's incredibly sexy. Two, he had the booze. Three, I can't tell you that until we're in a place where no one can here us."
"Jesus Samantha, you've got me worried."
"Wait 'till you hear my story. You probably won't want to be around me anymore."
Blaise sat next to her. He looked into her hazel eyes with his black ones. "Nothing could ever make me not want to be around you."
***End Chapter Four***