Chapter Five - Firewhisky Dreams
Life continued on. Even with the Cullens around. I would see them in the hallways sometimes. Sometimes I'd see them in the library, and I had to tutor Edward in Potions twice before Professor Slughorn noticed my discomfort with him and made my tutoring time tables different from Edwards. I saw them at every meal, but I managed to shrug it off. Slowly, things got back to normal. Or, as normal as they could get at Hogwarts.
But sometimes people never know well enough to leave things be. I had learned this over the years, and assumed everyone had to. Unfortunately, it wasn't always true, and somehow in his 100 plus years of living, Edward Cullen did not understand this. Alice hadn't talked to me in the two weeks that the Cullens had been here, and that was fine by me. I didn't mind much, and I honestly couldn't care if she didn't so much as say hello to me for the rest of my life. It sounded harsh, but she hadn't so much as apologized to me for leaving me without a word or anything. Jasper kept to himself mostly, although he did talk to some of his fellow Slytherins, and was probably warming up to all of them.
Rosalie... Had taken Alice's place in a way. We were friends, fast approaching to being best friends. We hung out together in the common room, did homework with each other in our room when everyone else was out for the night, and just overall talked and talked for hours if time permitted. Emmett too had come back into my life, and I had honestly missed the huge idiot. Since they were in Gryffindor, no one was the wiser about why we hung out so much. The same couldn't be said about Edward.
He had tried cornering me multiple times since he had arrived, and a lot of times Rose or Emmett would be with me. He wanted me to be alone apparently, and knew that telling either of his siblings to leave would be a waste of his breath. More than a few times, Harry had saved the day. He had asked me why the 'new Ravenclaw asshole' was so dead set on talking to me, and I would just shrug it off and make some joke about my obvious superiority.
He would always laugh and just shake his head, but he would always ask me about it later on. Thankfully, the Quidditch season wasn't too far away, and he would have to start up practices quickly. That also meant he wasn't around to save me from Edward, and I sighed inwardly when I was, yet again, cornered by the stubborn asshole.
"Cullen, get out of my way, I need to go do a 5 feet's worth of parchment essay on Wolfsbane potion and its history as well as usages in great detail," I snapped as he used his inhumane speed to block me as I tried to go the opposite direction.
"Bella, I just want to talk," Edward said, and I glowered at him.
"Sorry if I don't want to stay and chat and drink some tea and offer you buttered crumpets, but erm.. Actually, no I'm not sorry. Go fuck yourself," I said, the last part in a huff, as I tried to go the other way to the main corridor with some of the staircases. Unfortunately, he was still a vampire, even if I told him to go fuck himself, and he still had the edge of being able to keep me cornered like a dog could with cattle.
"When did you get so crude," He asked me, without any emotion. I snorted.
"When did you get so stupid," I offered him with a sweet smile, and he just pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Rosalie and Emmett refuse to tell me anything. You can at least tell me what you're doing here," Edward said with a frustrated scowl, and I just laughed.
"I don't owe you anything," I told him for the tenth time that night, and nearly growled when I realized it was getting late.
"I swear to everything remotely good in this world, I will curse you if I get to the library and it's closed for the night," I hissed, and Edward just sighed.
"There's no one here to save you this time Bella. Just answer my questions, and we'll be done," He hissed back, and I just glared at him.
"You know, you're an asshole. I don't see why I ever dated you," I shot, hoping it'd faze him or make him snap at me and cause a whole different kind of scene, and give us attention from students passing in the main corridor. However, he has better self control than me, and he just laughed sadly.
"Oh, Isabella..." was all he said before leaning on the wall and observing me. I couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive as he watched me like he did almost a month ago. I bit my lip, and willed myself not to cry in front of him. The only thing I could think was 'don't cry' over and over again, before he broke the silence.
"I left you for a reason you know," Edward mumbled, and I let out a hollow laugh.
"And I'm not talking to you for a reason you know," I replied back, and Edward just looked at me.
"You're just as stubborn. Now I know where Ginny gets it from," He commented, and I was about to let out a smart ass comment of my own, before I froze.
"Ginny? What the bloody hell are you doing with my sister," I spat out, and Edward looked at me with a sad smile.
"Gryffindor sixth years share classes with Ravenclaw sixth years," was all he said, before I pointed my wand at him.
"You so much as touch her-" I began to growl out, before a head full of brown hair came out from nowhere. I almost sighed in relief, before realizing what was going to happen consequently. Merlin was all I could possibly think of before Nate spoke.
"Mighty fine day Cullen, mind telling me why you seem to lock yourself up in the castle during these days and stalk my sister? Because, I know you're friends with Ginny now and all apparently, but it doesn't mean you get to go around and corner down Bells here. I don't think she appreciates your quite splendid company as Ginevra does," my twin brother managed to say, a smile on his face, although his tone wasn't anything near friendly or happy. Edward looked a bit surprised, and just looked at me with a strained smile.
"I'll just be off, I need to go get some extra potions work from Professor Slughorn," He said briskly before walking away from us, not bothering to put out to my brother that was it was night time. I let out a breath of relief, before I realized Nate was looking at me expectingly.
"You know, you should have just told me that he was being a creep," Nate said after a few moments of silence, and I sighed.
"I know you know it's more than just that," I said quietly, and it was Nate's turn to sigh.
"Bells, you haven't told us anything about what happened to you in the last year. You haven't told Harry. You haven't told me. Hell, you probably haven't even told Dumbledore anything. I know you want us to believe you lived like a normal, boring old Muggle, but those chances were ruined as soon as Creeper came into the picture," Nate lectured me, with a sad and disappointed look in his face. I gnawed on my lips slightly, before opening my mouth. But nothing came out. I didn't know what to make come out. Where would I start? How would I start?
Nate seemed to notice my troubles, and just hugged me. I stood there, and could feel myself start to cry, even after trying not to. This just made him hold on tighter, and I knew I wouldn't be able to find words to tell him just how much I appreciated this. We stayed there like that for a minute or two, before he just patted me on the back.
"You know, you don't have to go through whatever this is alone," He said to me, a playful smile on his face. But, his eyes were serious along with this voice. I realized I missed the days when his eyes only ever showed his playful side. I shook the thought aside before smiling slightly.
"I know," I said, and he just nodded before going back to the regular old Nate.
"Now, I don't know about you, but I'm off to go tease icky little Ronnie about his date with Hermione this upcoming weekend. Apparently he plans to go on some romantic picnic outing thingie ma thing, and I do need to put in my two cents about it," Nate said with a wink, before leaving, a bit of a skip highlighting his walk. I just shook my head with a smile, before finally making my way to the library. I originally would have had two hours in the library, but after getting side tracked to find my potions notes in my bag and then being stopped by Edward, I only had an hour before I would get kicked out for sure.
Cursing Edward and my stupid notes to hell, I managed to get more than half of my essay done before Madam Pince began to hover over me. I was obviously one of the last students left, and just sighed before checking out a book on werewolves and their history. She just nodded, before looking at the book thoroughly.
"It should be back promptly within the next two to three weeks, and if you should need it for any more time, come back and renew the check out on it. Without doing so will result in a howler, as well as a ban from the library upon return of the book," the librarian rattled on, her standard warning clear and remembered by all of the students of Hogwarts by their third time checking out books. I just nodded as I stuffed the book into my bag, instantly rewarding myself with a hiss from the librarian. I cringed before just putting the book under my arm.
"Well, erm... G'night ma'm," I mumbled before ducking out of the place, not wanting to be bitched out for 'harming the book beyond repair' and having to pay the outrageous fee for the 'replacement of the book, rehabilitation if possible, and damage fees'. I could hear her mumbling under her breath about disrespectful students and those who don't appreciate a fine book. I always wondered how Hermione and her weren't the best of friends by now.
Dragging my feet as I made my way back to Gryffindor tower, I saw a load of groups of students heading to either the Slytherin or Hufflepuff dorms. I snorted at how sneaky they thought they were. Curfew was in thirty minutes, and they were traveling in groups of three or four. It might have worked if it weren't for the fact that there were around eight groups of them walking in the same direction. There was probably a party going on in the Hufflepuff Commons, and I probably wouldn't have cared if it weren't for the fact that I saw Hermione and Ginny head in a much less populated corridor that I knew would lead directly to the Hufflepuff dorms.
I picked up my pace, and snuck up behind Hermione.
"Shouldn't you be doing the essay due Monday for Potions, dear?" I said sweetly to Hermione, mimicking the oh so annoying voice of Umbridge.
"Shouldn't you be doing the essay as well darling?" Hermione shot back in the same sickly sweet voice, and Ginny looked at both of you.
"Stop that before I am forced to get my wand out. Just the sound of that imbecile's voice makes me want to hex the both of you," Ginny said, and me and Hermione just laughed.
"Oh Gin, you know you love us," Hermione teased before pinching one of Ginny's cheeks. I instantly did the same with the other, and she just glared at us.
"Keep that up you two, and you'll get coal for Christmas," She tried to say as we pinched her cheeks and manipulated her face. But instead, it came out as, "Keep 'at up oo too, an' oo'll get coll 'or chrismas." She merely scowled, before swatting at our hands. I just clenched on tighter, while Hermione let go clutching her hand.
"Good grief Ginny, with that hand you could beat a bludger away," Hermione joked, and Ginny just grinned.
"You know, George once said that, and Mum yelled at him when he tried to test that theory with me," She said brightly, and I snorted.
"Yeah, I remember. She near damn ripped Fred a new one because George was claiming he was Fred and she was mad enough to believe him," I laughed out, remember how Fred was running around the house crying and cursing George as much as he could without saying anything too horrible. Ginny was only four, and the twins were eight.
"It took mum twenty minutes and our dad coming home to figure out who was who," Ginny said with a smirk, and I just shook my head.
"Dad came in wondering out loud why Mum was chasing Fred and what the bloody hell happened to the sitting room," I said, and Hermione just laughed.
"I don't know how Mrs. Weasley put up with all... What is it, eight of you?" Hermione said with a shake of her head.
"Nine," Me and Ginny automatically said, correcting her.
Hermione frowned.
"Nine?" She asked, and Ginny nodded.
"Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Fred, Ron, Me, Nate, and Ginny," I said, counting off on my fingers. Hermione just kept shaking her head.
"I honestly do not know how she put up with you lot. Especially with George, Fred, you, and Nate in the house," She said, and Ginny's smirk just got bigger.
"The thing is, with Nate and Bells, she could tell them apart, which was a bit better. But for all four of them... Merlin, the noises coming from their rooms were horrific. Bangs, snaps, and everything else. I remember Mum snapping one time after they had another prank war and she stuck me and Bells together in a room and then Nate and Ron," She said, rolling her eyes. She had a whole room to herself before I moved in with her.
"It put an end to a great era," I said solemnly, and Ginny just sighed.
"Oh yes, the days when it was normal to see Nate and Fred running from Mum around the yard, and seeing Bells and George shake their heads while sitting together," Ginny said airily, and I just shook my head.
"Me and George had the brains, while Nate and Fred were just filled with impulses," I said sadly, and Ginny just nodded.
"Such a shame," She deadpanned before hooking my arm through hers. Hermione did the same on the other arm.
"Hey guys, Swan's got all the bitches," someone cat called from behind us, and I just nodded.
"I've got all the bitches apparently," I said to the two girls on both sides of my arms. They just smirked.
"But we're not Nate and Harry," Ginny said innocently.
"Fuck off," I told her a smile, and Ginny just sighed.
"Oh, darling, if only I had a dollar for each time you told me that," She said with a hand over her heart.
"Whatever," I replied back with, before Hermione just shrugged.
"So, coming to the party Bells?" Hermione asked, and I frowned slightly.
"I don't know. I've got to finish this Wolfsbane essay for Potions, and need to go over material for the tutoring session I have on Wednesday, and then I need to study for the transfiguration practice exam we have on Friday for changing our own appearances, and you know hard that is. Last year James from Ravenclaw walked around with bushy eyebrows and hair coming out of his ears and nose for a week and-" I said in a rush, before Ginny covered my mouth. I licked it, and her face scrunched up, but she didn't move it.
"You're going to have fun tonight Bells-" Ginny started to say.
"-Before we take matters into our own hands," Hermione finished for her and I just stared at them.
"That's me and Nate's thing. Assholes," I said with a pout, and they just rolled their eyes before looking at me expectantly. I let out an exasperated sigh.
"Fine, fine. I will got to a party like a teenager and drink my pumpkin juice knowing you guys spiked it with firewhiskey before frolicking off with some bloke to make out with. Happy now?" I sniffed out, and Hermione snorted.
"Very," she said.
"Now come on before we start calling you Hermione Jr.," Ginny pointed out, and Hermione just frowned.
"Because of all the studying or," I asked, and by this point Hermione had a scowl on her face.
"Mhmm," Ginny said, before Hermione swatted at her arm.
"What? It wasn't my idea!" Ginny exclaimed putting her arms up in the defense pose as much as she could with our arms linked. She wrinkled her nose. "Anyways, let's get going before McGonagall or someone else notices all of us out of our own House Commons and puts two and two together."
Rolling my eyes, I let the two drag me along, and I started noticing the crowd thinning out. Then I looked at the watch I got for my birthday, and realized we didn't have much time before curfew set.
"Shit," I whispered before hurrying them along. They were surprised by my sudden eagerness to get to the party, but when I showed them my wrist they instantly understood and began to near damn sprint. I hoped that no teacher would see us or stumble upon us, because if they did, we were so not getting to the party, and would probably get points deducted in addition to getting detention. We all but jumped more than a few steps at a time, and soon we found ourselves panting and catching our breath in front of the Hufflepuff entrance.
Hermione took the liberty of tapping out the barrels, and I hoped to Merlin we weren't going to be doused in vinegar after the rhythm sounded a bit off. But, the passageway appeared after a few seconds (I had a feeling it was thinking of whether or not to let us pass and decided it had better people to douse in foul liquids) and we hurried in.
The party was already in full swing. I could smell the booze mixing with pumpkin juice and sweat, and could tell from the slight chilly breeze that someone had been intelligent enough to open a window before smoking. It was a Saturday night, and students were obviously taking an advantage of it. The Hufflepuff commons were best for parties, seeing how the room was so cozy and big. It also was always dimly lighted, giving a feeling animosity for parties like these. That, and there were several corners and places around for couples to go off and be... Coupley. Yeah. That was a nice adjective for it.
I ended up sitting on a mock window sill. Instead of a view of the Hogwarts grounds or night sky, it instead was a mosaic of different colored flowers and vines. The room itself was very much in tune with nature, and the window wasn't any different. I carefully stroked a flower petal, and a blast of lavender and freesia hit me. It was a pleasant smell, reminding me of a valley. Or a sunset.
I watched Ron and Hermione dance, a little more than just tipsy. Ginny was over by the refreshments with what appeared to be a very angry Dean. With my eyebrow raised, I stood up and the last of the smell dissipated. Soon, the smell of alcohol was all I could really smell, and I wrinkled my nose. I worked my way over to Gin, letting myself be carried by the crowd over. I could hear little snippets as I got closer and closer to the couple.
"You don't get to dictate who can and can't be my friend Dean," Ginny hissed quietly to her boyfriend, and Dean gave out a dark chuckle.
"Ginny, you two aren't just friends and you damn well know it."
Dean's tone was... Powerful to say the least. Gin just blew her hair out of her face before biting her lip.
"I don't know what you're talking about," She said warily, and I could tell they had argued over this before. Dean just shook his head with a sad smile.
"You know, I thought we could work out into something a lot more than-" Dean said, before waving his hand around the two,"-this."
Ginny just shook her head.
"What are you trying to say?" She said quietly, picking up a cup from the table with a tight grip.
"Gin, you know I love you. I really do. But," Dean said, trailing off.
"But?" My little sister asked with a huff, and Dean just sighed. He kissed her one last time, before hugging her.
"Ginny... You know as well as I do that this isn't working out now," He said while looking down at his feet, and Ginny just gaped at him.
"You can not be breaking up with me because he helped me with my Astronomy homework," she practically squeaked, and Dean just let out a sigh of frustration.
"Ginny, why can't you understand that I'm not that thick? Merlin, I can see the looks you give him, and the look he gives you. He practically looks at you like you're... Like you're something to eat," Dean said, and I froze. Like something to eat. The words replayed themselves in my head, and I remembered when those words were thrown out at me. About Edward. I gritted my teeth, and then noticed people were starting to take note of the lovers quarrel. I could tell Ginny was noticing this too, and she just sighed.
"Dean, please, we can work thin-" She started to say, before Dean just shook his head.
"Ginny, I'm sorry. I really am. But I am not willing to take part of a relationship of three, not two. Take care, okay?"
And with that Dean took his cup and walked away, taking a huge chug of the thing before stumbling off towards a group of people talking on the far side of the room. Ginny looked down at her cup, before sitting down on a coach on the other side of the room. Sighing, I drank more of my pumpkin juice before setting it down and walking towards her. I sat down next to her without a word, listening to her sniffle and take in huge breaths. She leaned on me, and I just brushed her hair out of her face before holding her hand. The party went on around us, and no one took special care to bug us. After what seemed like ten minutes, Ginny sat up and sniffed one last time.
"He was right you know," I whispered softly, and Ginny just looked at me, hurt. I sighed.
"Sweetie, if there is another guy out there, and you've known Dean's feelings about how you interact with him, and haven't done anything to placate him or make sure he knows that you both know you're just friends... It wouldn't be fair to him," I explained slowly and softly, and Ginny just looked down at the floor.
"Is... There another guy?" I asked hesitantly, and Ginny just bit on her thumbnail.
"You know, sometimes I wonder why life is so complicated," Ginny whined, and I just shook my head with a laugh.
"You know Gin, I ask myself that a lot of the time," I said with a small smile. She got quiet, and it took another five minutes for her to speak.
"There is," she said, before quickly elaborating when she saw my confused face. "Another guy, that is."
I frowned slightly, and she just sighed before pulling her hair back from her face and letting it re-fall into place. She wiped at her nose slightly, shaking her head.
"He... He's different. Different from anyone I know, really," Ginny admitted, and I sighed.
"Gin, who is it?" I asked as kindly as I could, and she closed her eyes.
"Erm... You're not going to be too happy," She mumbled, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, threatening to jump out from it.
"Just tell me," I said, my tone a bit more emotional than I intended. She looked at me before frowning.
"Its.. Well, it's one of the new kids. Edward," She said, and it took all of my strength and self control not to go hunt down the leach and dismember him myself and watch his body burn. She continued to frown.
"Why do you look like Percy when Ron accidentally spilled tea on his girlfriends photo," Gin asked, and I just shook my head.
"Long story. Short version? Stay away from him Gin. Trust me on this one," I said quietly, and she cringed a bit.
"He told me you'd say that," She said with a small sigh, and I nearly ripped at my hair.
"Did he also tell you about me and him?" I shot back, and she smiled sadly.
"You lied to us you know," She said. I just scowled.
"I did it so I wouldn't have to revisit the pain. Something you'll learn in the long run," I said, pleading with my eyes to have her side with me on this. She just shook her head.
"Bells, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later," Ginny said, before standing up and walking away. I looked away, but not in time to miss the cold look she gave me. It wasn't until I saw a wet mark on the couch that I realized I was crying. Hastily wiping at my tears, I could only get back up and drink another cup of spiked pumpkin juice. And maybe another. And another.
It was around the time that they started playing a shots game that I began to lose track of the room. I almost didn't notice when the room became dead silent, when everyone came to a hilting stop at the fight that was breaking out before them. Fights were rare at Hogwarts; Especially a family spat.
"You're an idiot!" Alice was screaming, at Edward no less. My eyes got wide. I didn't remember seeing Eddie Weddie here ate the party. Maybe he was here to stick his throat down my sister's throat. I frowned at the thought. Too many uses of throat and the words with s. I giggled at myself. Throat. Use. Oh the irony.
"Alice, calm down," Edward said quietly, and Jasper looked like he was in pain.
"Fuck. Off. God, you're such an asshole!" Alice screeched, before stomping out of the room. Edward let out a groan before chasing after his adoptive sister, dragging Jasper along with him. Everyone just looked at each other, stunned at the oh so perfect Cullen siblings who were in the same House to be. Gasp. Arguing. I hiccuped, and giggled at myself. Soon enough, people began to start chatting, and dancing all over again. This time the music was softer, more tamed. I could tell that people were going to either start crashing in the dorms or just on the floor, or sneak back to their House if they knew they were sneaky enough. I, being a cocky asshole, went to go look for my brother.
Unfortunately, said brother was entangled with his girlfriend, and no way was I getting in between them. Or. That. Or. Whatever. I just wasn't interfering. Before looking for Hermione (my drunk mind hadn't caught on to the fact that if Nate was over there cuddling, then Hermione and Ron probably were too), I bumped into something. No. Someone.
"Bells, you do know that you should really start to bump into other people," Harry teased, and I just hiccuped again before breaking out into laughter. His face scrunched up a bit, and he nearly fell over when he got close enough to me to realize I reeked of alcohol.
"Good... Hermione and Ginny weren't joking about making you let loose," He mumbled to himself before tugging on my arm slightly and walking toward the exit. I just giggled.
"Are you going to be my knight in shining armor tonight?" I slurred, and Harry just blushed slightly.
"You're drunk," He stated, and I looked at the wall.
"And the sky is blue!" I pointed out. We were pointing out obvious things, right?
"... And I thought Nate was bad drunk," He chuckled to himself, and I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Wait, Natie got drunk? Oooh, mom is gonna kill him!" I sang, and Harry put a hand over my mouth.
"Shh, you're loud as can be," He whispered, and I gasped. I was loud.
"Sorry," I said in a loud whisper, before slapping my hand over my mouth. I mouthed the word this time, and Harry just looked amused. With a shake of his head, he lead me out of one of the closer exits to Gryffindor tower. We tip toed through the corridors, going through random doors and random stairways. I soon began to just let him pull me, and he just sighed.
"Bells, you're like dead weight," He said very quietly, and I groaned before picking up my feet. This seemed to satisfy him, and before I knew it, we were in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. I turned to stare at him for a while, and he just smiled at me slightly before going back to looking in the fire. Before I knew it, I started replaying everything that had happened that night. Or morning. Or. Party. There we go.
And then I started to cry.
"Oh God, I'm so stupid," I hiccuped out, and Harry looked at me in alarm.
"Please no, you can not be a weepy drunk," Harry said in panic, and I just shook my head.
"Ginny is mad at me because of that asshole and you know what I hate everything right now ok. He just came back into my life after leaving, and now has Ginny as his next play thing," I moaned out, my face in my hands. I could hear movement, and soon enough Harry was in front of me. He pried open my hands. He was crouching down, so that we were somewhat the same height.
"Is it the asshole?" He asked calmly, and I just nodded with a sniff.
"Ginny will get over it. She always does," Harry said softly, and I just shook my head.
"She and Dean broke up over it. And she wasn't even that heartbroken over it," I pointed out, and Harry just chewed on his cheek for a minute or two.
"Well, I mean... You warned her. Baby steps, right?" He said, and I nodded.
"I guess..." I said, chewing on my bottom lip. It was Harry's turn to nod.
"And you guys can talk it over something that doesn't have alcohol in it and when you guys aren't drunk," He suggested, and I sighed.
"Yeah..." I said lamely, before looking at him. Something about the lighting of the fireplace and the situation made me suck in a huge breath.
"You know, you're really pretty," I pointed out softly. He looked beautiful in the lighting. Something about the moonlight shimmering in from the windows above us and the fireplace giving a warm tone to it made his features stand out even more. Strong jaw, paired with soft and pretty lips. A nose that suited him, along with those piercing green almond eyes. They were soft at that moment though, almost like a melting pot of emerald. Could emeralds be melted?
Ignoring my thoughts, I just let my fingers trace up his neck, flutter by his jaw, to map his face. When I reached near his ear, he put his hand over mine.
"Bells..." He whispered hoarsely, and I just shushed him. Something was nagging at me to let him talk, to let him finish whatever he was saying. But, a bigger something was telling me not to let him. This moment was. Magical. Somewhere in my drunken mind, it made sense to lean in. He smelled like peppermints and alcohol and something that could only be described alike to the beach side. I could see the faint stubble growing on his jaw, the same stubble I had felt not so long ago.
Our lips met, and it all became so intense and real. He was warm, so much warmer than I was accustomed to. Or, much warmer than what I had been kissing in the last year. It wasn't just a peck on the lips or a soft pressuring motion that I was used to. No, this kiss had a rough edge to it, but was still soft enough to be gentle and sweet. His smell was so different than what I was used to invading my sense, but I appreciated it. Hell, I loved it. His hand left the one I used to cover his face to cradle my own, alone with his other hand.
Something about it felt so right. I pulled back to catch my breath, and could tell Harry had needed it too. He looked at me with a dreamy smile on his face, before kissing me on the cheek.
"Go sleep it off Bells," He mumbled, pulling strands of my hair behind my hair before getting up and leaving. I could hear him walk up the boys stairs, and put the tip of my fingertips on my lips. They tingled, and it wasn't the same kind of tingle I got from Edward. Edward's kisses left me breathless, left my lips tingling. But it wasn't until now that I realized that tingle wasn't anything special; it was from how cold his lips were. Because this tingling sure as hell didn't match that one.
I went upstairs, ignoring my fellow roommates, not noticing the pair of topaz eyes watching me as I collapsed onto my bed. My eyes fluttered open a few times, before they closed for good, sleep finally coming to whisk me away from reality.
The light bright streamed in from whatever ungodly thing allowed it to. My eyes weren't even open yet, and I could tell it would be hell when they would. My head was pounding, and my center of gravity and sense of space was so off I just wanted to roll around and die. Wait. No. Not roll around. Stomach was so not ready for that. Yeah, I'll just skip the rolling and die.
I could hear someone shuffling, and suddenly the light dimmed so much. I nearly cried from happiness.
"I have coffee, orange juice, a smoothie of a bunch of fruit in it, and some other thing that the house elf handed me before telling me to send me their love. Winky and Dobby I believe," Rosalie said quietly, and I moaned.
"Light. Talking. Sounds. Names. Too much," I groaned out, and Rosalie snorted.
"I don't know who told you to go out and get shit faced," She said, before handing me the juice. "Drink. Now."
I sat up as slow as I could without vomitting or whining from the pain in my head. I blindly took the orange juice and sipped it slowly before feeling something crumbly being shoved into my hand.
"Toast. It should help," Rosalie said, and I opened my eyes a tad bit. I regretted it quickly, but saw enough to see her shrug.
"If you say so," I mumbled before nibbling on the toast and sipping more juice. I was feeling more and more better as time went on.
"Some painkillers?" I asked, and Rosalie rolled her eyes.
"Humans and their whining," She teased before handing me two capsules. I could have kneeled down and kissed the ground she walked on if I weren't afraid I would have keeled over and died.
"Thanks blood sucker," I said with the affection taking away from the insult. I opened my eyes now, and realized it didn't hurt as much.
Thirty more minutes went on with us making small talk before she finally asked me about last night. I frowned when I realized I was asking myself that exact same question.
"I remembering arguing with Ginny about Edward... That reminds me, help me disembowel him later." I said, and Rose just nodded with a smile. I smiled back, before continuing. "And then... Drinking. A lot of drinking. And then. Blank. Black. Bam."
Rosalie just snorted.
"Humans," She said flippantly, flipping her hair back. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh shut up and pass me some coffee," I mumbled.
Hey guys. Sorry so much about the huge wait, I've been having like a million things due for my AP course as well as a bunch of exams for end of the quarter. That, and some personal and family issues. I'm back and a lot better, which is great. I'm hoping to get a lot more written and done for this story. I'm not going to make any more promises on the days I will be posting, but know that I haven't like. Died or anything. Remember to leave a bit of feedback please!
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Lori