Shock
After the last class of the day, Sasha remembered that she needed Snape to sign a Quidditch pitch resevervation note, so her and Draco went to his office in the dungeons.
"Enter," Snape called in a dull voice when Sasha knocked on his office door. Draco and Sasha entered, closing the heavy door behind themselves. Snape was sitting at his desk reading a large roll of parchement, which he placed in a drawer when they stepped in. Sasha causiously approached his desk holding out the unsigned note.
"Professer, I need your permission to use the Quidditch pitch for the Slytherin teams practise tomarrow," Sasha said hesitantly. Snale snatched the parchement out of Sashas hand and hastily scribbled a note.
"There. Now go," he thrust the note back to Sasha. She took it, and left the office with Draco. Sasha frowned thoughtfully as they walked back to the common room.
"I wonder what was bothering him? Snapes not usually so snappish with me," she said, half to herself, half to Draco.
"I dunno," he replied, shrugging.
"Well, Snape has been treating me rather like - like I'm a Gryffindor or something!" Sasha wrinkled her nose in distaste. Draco frowned deeply.
"Maybe it's the werewolf thing. You know he hates - that sort of thing," Draco said haltingly.
Sasha sighed as they approahched the secret common room entrance.
"Basilisk," Sasha muttered, and the wall slid open for them. The common room was filled with people talking and laughing loudly.
"Cool, we've got a little party going on," Sasha said as she saw the large refreshement table. Grabbing a Butterbeer for herself and Draco, Sasha went to sit on the hearth and stare into the crackling fire. Draco sat behind her, and, wrapping his arms around her waist, buried his face in her long hair. Laughing, Sasha took a swig from her Butterbeer, and it's sweet taste filled her mouth. "You smell good," Draco laughed softly.
"Yeah? Good," Sasha grinned.
Sasha woke the next morning with an enormous headache. Feeling as if she were drowning in blankets, she battled their hold on her and sat up. Sasha gasped at where she was: Dracos dormitory, in his bed. Beside her, she felt his warm body, his chest gently rising and falling as he slept. Around them, Dracos roomates snored peacefully. Sasha felt her heart pumping: why was she here? What had happened the night before, and why the hell couldn't she remember the answers to these questions?
Sasha let out a small yelp when she noticed her clothes, or near absence of them. She was wearing her black lacy bra, and black underwear that bore the word 'PuNk!'. Her Hogwarts uniform was nowhere to be seen.
Sasha stuck her hand back under the covers and gave Draco a small pinch. He flipped around and yelled.
"Shh, you idiot! Do you want to be caught?" Sasha whispered furiously. Dracos eyes shot open and he sat up, looking at her with fear in his eyes.
"What in hells name are you doing here?" he asked her in an alarmed voice.
"I was hoping you could tell me! Do you remember anything about last night?" Sasha cried, panicking. Draco shook his head, and Sasha held her head in her hands.
"Oh my god. This is so scary, I don't know what I did last night!" she whispered. Draco was breathing hard, but then he looked at Sasha again.
"What are you wearing?" she asked, grinning slightly. Sasha slapped him.
"Shut up!" she cried. Someone in one of the neighbouring beds stirred, and Draco shoved Sasha under the covers.
Allan Porcards form sat up in bed, looking at Draco quizically.
"What?" Draco asked in mock innocence. Allan frowned.
"I thought I heard someone. Did you, Malfoy?" he asked. Draco gulped, but frowned.
"No. No one else is awake. Just me, and now you. But, urm, I'm going back to bed now," Draco made to lay down, but Allan interupted.
"No, wait. What's the lump under your blanket?" he questioned.
"Uh... sheets?"
Allan shook his head.
"Pull it back, Malfoy."
Draco sneered, but pulled back the blanket in resign. Sasha pulled the blanket back.
"Hey!" She exclaimed.
"Malfoy! I'd have thought you would know better, being a prefect and all. I think I may have to tell Professer Snape about this," he threatened. Draco nearly leapt at him, but Sasha held him back.
"No! Leave him. It isn't our fault if we get in toruble for this; it's the Butterbeers!" she said to him. Draco cocked his head to one side. Sasha shrugged.
"I figure we were probably drunk," she whispered. Draoc thought for a moment and nodded.
"I'm going back to my dormitory now. Could you please help me find my clothes, Draco?" Sasha asked. Draco nodded and reached to his bedside table. After pulling open a drawer, he handed Sasha her clothes and blushed slightly.
"Yeah, thanks!" Sasha said sarcastically.
"Sorry!" Draco smirked. Sasha dressed quickly and left the dormitory.