Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah blah.
AN: This is kind of a Mary-Sue fic, but written with the intention of Mary-Sueness. Feedback is welcome and appreciated.
That morning, Aubrey woke up with a splitting headache and cuddled up to Draco. She remembered the events of the night before clearly enough to recall the torrid sex session she had shared with Draco.
Aubrey looked up at him and stroked his hair lazily. She didn't love him by any means, but he knew how to control a woman. And being controlled was what Aubrey really craved, when you got right down to it. She just wanted a guy that would take charge and do whatever it would take to get the job done.
Draco groaned and opened an eye. He saw Aubrey was still there and smirked. "You haven't left yet, bitch?"
Aubrey smiled in return. "No, I just woke up." Then she stood up and started gathering up her clothes, giving Draco some rather nice views of her naked body. "See you around," she said after she was fully dressed, starting for the door.
"Hold up," Draco said, and motioned for Aubrey to come back to the bed. She did, and sat down beside him. "You're not mad that I'm making you leave?"
"Not really," Aubrey said, playing with his hair again. "I mean, it was a one night stand, right?"
"I don't know," Draco said, his smirk widening. "I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime."
"Oh, okay. I'll see you around, Draco," Aubrey said, and made her exit quickly. As she walked down the stairs, out of the common room, and toward her own common room. She tried to sort through her thoughts as she walked.
She hadn't expected a relationship with Draco after they had sex. A part of her had hoped for one, but she didn't actually think there would be one. And, besides that, she didn't even know if she was ready for another guy after Crash.
Crash hadn't been a messy breakup or anything, Aubrey just wasn't completely over him yet. He had been the one for her, she had loved him so much and would have done anything for him. With a smile Aubrey remembered both her tattoo and the broken promise that had seemed so right at the time.
Now, as she reflected back on it, how could they have ever thought they were going to run away together? They were going to run off to America and go to California, San Francisco specifically. They were going to settle down and live lower middle class, with a little apartment somewhere. Crash had wanted to do tattoos, he was a terrific artist. Aubrey hadn't known what she wanted to do, but the idea of modeling had always been appealing.
Aubrey sighed as she reached the common room of her own house, in the west tower of the castle. As soon as she stepped in she was greeted with a rather disgruntled looking Cho holding Cuddles, who promptly mewled and leaped from her arms.
"Where were you last night? Your silly cat wouldn't leave me alone, I didn't get any sleep!"
Aubrey ignored her and scooped up Cuddles. "Oh, I'm so sorry Cuddly-wuddly-kins! Mommy didn't mean to make you worry, no she didn't! I'll take you to breakfast to make up for it." She nuzzled Cuddles and started up the stairs to the dormitory, only to be confronted by Eddie Carmicheal, who she now remembered was at the party. Aubrey didn't really talk to Eddie much, but he socialized with the Slytherins.
"I know where Aubrey was last night," he said in a sing song voice. He had a huge crush on Cho and would just love to tell her something that she didn't already know. After all, Cho was such the gossip queen.
Aubrey rolled her eyes as Cho immediately demanded to know where she was since Aubrey "just has to be so secretive and mysterious about it."
"Well," Eddie drawled, "She was at the Slytherin after party, but that's not all. Aubrey spent the night in Draco Malfoy's bed."
Aubrey automatically stopped looking at the situation in such a humorous light when Eddie revealed that little tidbit of information and Cho's eyes simply lit up with glee. She knew it would be all of the school before lunch, and that was exactly what she didn't want. Well, Aubrey revised, she didn't really know what she wanted.
All she could do now was go upstairs, take a quick shower, and change into a pair of tight fitting jeans and a dark blue tank top with a psychedelic colored flower on the front. She pulled back her purple hair into a ponytail and looked once again at the roots. Yes, she would have to pick up some things in Hogsmeade to change it. For some reason she felt like cutting it again and dying it a horrible, bright shade.
Aubrey walked all the way to the Great Hall, carrying Cuddles as promised, and didn't realize how famished she was until the delicious smell of breakfast foods hit her. She saw Cho Chang sitting at the Ravenclaw table, and as soon as the students sitting there caught sight of her they started whispering.
So she headed to the Slytherin table, where Blaise was sitting. Aubrey knew Blaise wouldn't let her down, he had been the most steadfast thing at this stupid school so far. She sat down beside him and smiled, only to be greeted by a sad, wistful look in return.
"Blaise…?" she ventured, "What's wrong?" Then she remembered the way she had acted at the party, the way that he had kind of flirted with her, the way she had sat in his lap and then skipped off to have sex with Draco.
"Look, Blaise, I'm sorry. What happened last night was a mistake, I was way drunk…"
Blaise looked up at her with his deep, soulful eyes and asked quietly, "Did you sleep with him?"
Aubrey blinked a few times, trying to process that he had actually asked her that question. She didn't want to lie to Blaise, and so she didn't. "Yes I did. I'm starting to feel sorry for it too,"
Blaise had looked down at his hands when she said yes, but now looked up. "Sorry for what? You wanted to sleep with him and did. Are you sorry because he turned on you and kicked you out the next morning?"
"No," Aubrey said, stroking Cuddles as she was sitting in her lap. "I'm sorry because…I think I hurt you. Did I?"
Blaise looked at her for a moment, and then broke into a true, happy smile. "Yeah, you did a little. But don't worry about it. Now," he said in a more business like manner, "Who's this on your lap? She's a pretty little thing."
"Oh, this is Cuddles. Here, hold her while I eat, would you? I wouldn't want her to get away," she plopped Cuddles into Blaise's lap and she promptly starting grooming herself.
"The same cat from the story?"
Aubrey nodded as she started attacking her eggs and hashbrowns. "I've had her for about four years. I just love her to death."
"Four years? Then why is she so small? She looks like she couldn't be more then four months."
In between bites, Aubrey explained Cuddle's story. She had picked her up from the pound, a malnourished tiny thing that had to be handfed with a bottle. There had been four kittens in the litter and Aubrey had made sure that the other three had gotten good homes after they had also been nursed back to health.
After breakfast had been finished with, Draco decided to show up. Apparently he had decided to go back to sleep, and his hair was adorably messy.
"Morning Aubrey," he said, sitting down beside her. Before she even realized what he was doing, Draco pressed a rough kiss to her lips. It was short lived and rather sweet, leaving Aubrey blushing.
"Does anyone know when the next trip to Hogsmeade is? I need to get some stuf."
"Two weeks, I think." Blaise supplied.
And that was when Cuddles managed to escape from Blaise's lap. Aubrey sighed and stood up, walking quickly after the scampering cat.
"Cuddles, dear," she crooned, a few yards behind, "Don't do this." Her little calico cat ran under one of the house tables, Aubrey wasn't quite sure which one, and she got on her hands and knees.
"Cuddles, precious," she cooed, looking.
"Are you looking for this?"
Aubrey got up off her knees and looked. She realized that she was at the Gryffindor table, and that the person holding Cuddles was none other then Harry Potter. She smiled, a bit flirtatiously, and took Cuddles from him.
"Thanks. It probably was a mistake to bring her, but I promised, you know?"
The redheaded guy beside Harry (she thought his name was Ron) rolled his eyes and looked away, as if he was afraid he would catch the crazy disease.
"No problem," Harry said, quickly shooting a glance at Ron.
Aubrey waved at him in parting and went back to the Slytherin table.
