NEW GIRL

A Harry Potter FanFiction

Chapter Eleven

The air was chilly as we slid out of the castle doors.

"Fuck!" Monique whispered as she stumbled in the dark. I wondered if what we were wearing was appropriate. It is so hard to judge with gatherings. Monique had on a black mini dress with sleeves and a low cut back with some kitten heels. I had opted for a more summery look with high wasted jean cut off shorts, a tucked in frilled singlet top and some heels. We hurried down the stairs as we made the trip up to the Quidditch pitch. The captain of the Slytherin team (A burly looking guy, Marcus maybe?) had suggested having the party there instead as he had a key.

We finally had reached the players chamber door. It was deadly silent. I looked anxiously over to Monique. She shrugged her shoulders and rapped her knuckles briskly on the door. We stood in silence as we waited for a reply.

All of sudden the doors opened. Crabbe and Goyle greeted us.

"Name?" Goyle grunted.

"You know our names." Monique spat rudely. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and then let us in. The change room was empty and had the smell that most boys' rooms have. That combination of musk, BO, deodorant and piss.

We reached the door on the other side of the room. Crabbe opened the door for us and we were hit by the familiar sounds of a party. There must be some sort of silencing charm on the pitch, because none of this sound could be heard from outside. Most of Slytherin were there and there was a huge spread of alcohol on a long table off to the side. Monique grabbed my hand tightly.

"I'm scared." She whispered.

"Me too."

We began to walk into the crowd. I looked around the faces, hoping to see a familiar one. I didn't know many Slytherin's. Not by face anyway. Monique seemed to know a few and would smile, but most sneered in our direction.

I will give the Slytherin's credit though. They know how to throw a party. They had pulled out the couches from the common room and had spread them around. I spotted Draco's pale blonde hair sitting on one of the leather armchairs. I swiftly pointed Monique in his direction and followed her over to him. Draco's face broke into a smile as we approached.

"Hey baby." Monique purred as she sat down on Draco's lap. They shared a kiss. I stood there awkwardly, looking anywhere but their direction. A loud cough came from behind me making me jump. I turned around to be greeted by Theo. I almost had a panic attack right then and there.

"Will there ever be a time when I walk up to you two and you aren't pawing all over each other?" Theo drawled. Monique and Draco looked up at him.

"Not if I can help it mate." Draco grinned back.

I looked around for somewhere to sit. The couple on the armchair next to Draco and Monique had left. I was just about to take a seat when Theo stole it out from under me. I was so angry. How dare he make me stand in these heels? Especially since, they kept sinking into the pitch. Did he not know they were Manolo's? I turned around to glare at him. He snickered ever so slightly.

"You bastard."

Theo shrugged his shoulders.

"I can admire your figure better from here." He said with a wink. I gave him a disgusted look and went to turn away, but he grabbed my arm at the last second. His warm hand tight around my wrist.

"Let me go." I spat at him. He laughed.

"Don't play angry Mong. It's very unbecoming." He gently tugged on my arm pulling me closer. I resisted ever so slightly, my feet dragging on the ground. The truth was, I wanted nothing more than to be close to him. He applied more pressure this time. I gave in. His hand moved down to mine, his other placed ever so slightly on my hip as he guided me down to his lap. My body was pushed up against his chest, my hand lightly resting on it.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Theo smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back, my eyes faced downwards. I looked back up at Monique; her smile could not get any bigger. Draco, however, was sitting there with his jaw wide open. Monique discreetly shut it and whispered something in his ear. His eyes became wider. Monique hit him and whispered for him to stop it. I could feel my face getting warmer and warmer. The slow burn of embarrassment crept over me. I looked up at Theo, who was casually surveying the party.

"Theo. I need a refill. Come with me. Now." Draco demanded.

"Mong, do you want a drink?" Theo asked sweetly.

"Ummmm… something with vodka."

They began to walk off towards the drinks table.

"No, it's ok Draco. I wasn't thirsty." Monique called out sarcastically.

"Not now woman." Draco shouted. Monique rolled her eyes and huffed. I stared ahead of me. What the hell was Theo doing? I did not understand boys. I looked back over at Monique, who was in her own little world. I guessed she was coming up with ways to torture Draco when he got back. She caught my eye and smiled a little.

"So… You and Theo seem to be getting cosy." Her smile widened.

"I don't get it though. Some times he downright rude and others he's so charming."

Monique let out a sigh.

"He is a very moody guy."

"Yeah, but why? I mean, I've never met a guy that moody." I commented.

"I guess it's probably his home life. Draco says his family is all fucked up. He lives with his dad or something and he's like super old."

"Oh."

"And like yeah. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"How is Mong going to get hurt?" Draco asked as he and Theo approached.

"Uh. With those ridiculous heels. Theo, you better look after her." Monique winked.

As Theo gently lifted me back onto his lap, I couldn't help but wonder about his past.

It was nearing the end of the night. Theo's hand was sitting just below my hip, gently rubbing it. It felt so good. I wiggled a little on his lap. A low moan emitted from his throat. I had drunk way too much. I snuggled in closer to his chest. The warmth radiating through me. I looked over to Monique and Draco. Monique was completely smashed and had straddled Draco. She was laughing at something, so much so she was on the verge of falling backwards. Draco caught her just in time.

"Ok, time for bed." He said to her, like a parent to a child.

"Nooo! I'm having a good time. Mong! Tell him!" Monique whined, pouting at me.

"C'mon Draco, let her stay." I laughed.

"Yeah Draco, let her stay." Theo mimicked me. I slapped him playfully on the chest. He had been so funny tonight. I didn't know he had a sense of humour. He is normally brooding or moping.

"Please?" Monique dropped the bottom lip.

"Nope. Time for bed." Draco said sternly and lifted her up. Monique wrapped her legs tightly around him.

"Night Night!" Monique said dopily as they walked away. She was waving like an idiot.

"Theo, be good." Draco called out.

"I always am." Theo replied. He looked down on me. His stare was so intense, yet I didn't want to break it.

"I really like you Mong." He said quietly. I took a big gulp. I wish I hadn't drunk so much now. I was finding it hard to focus. I began to stutter. I couldn't quite get the words out. My brain was all cloudy. I wanted to tell him I liked him too.

"I don't want you to speak right now. I just want you to listen." He was taking control. I liked when the guy took control. I nodded. It hurt my head.

"All I want is to have you in my bed. Just so I can wake up and see you lying next to me."

My head was beginning to spin. Theo actually liked me. I opened my mouth to speak. Oh dear God. No. I stifled a burp. My stomach began to swirl. Not now!

"Continue." I said, keeping my jaw clenched.

"Mong, what's the matter? Is this too much? I… I just had to say something."

I launched myself off him. I could not spew on him. I retched slightly.

"Mong? Oh no."

"I'm fine. Really." I tried to stand straight. Take in fresh air. Deep breaths Mong, deep breaths. Oh God, here it comes.

I bent over and barfed. In front of Theo. I could have died then and there. Tears began to slide down my face. I fell to my knees as the nausea came over me again.

"Shhhhh… It's ok." He said, rubbing my back and holding back my hair. The tears began to flow more freely. Tears because I was mortified, tears because I was drunk, and tears because, well, I had just vomited. Who doesn't want to cry when that happens?

After I had finished embarrassing myself, Theo helped me to my feet.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered as I wiped my face. He laughed.

"Don't be stupid. It could be worse." I looked up at him confused.

"You could've got vomit on my shoes." I smiled slightly. At least he didn't hate me. I tried to walk, but my legs were weak. I stumbled slightly. With one swift movement, Theo lifted me up into his arms. I wrapped my hands around his neck. I could feel his biceps against me as we walked back to the castle. I closed my eyes. Maybe ralphing wasn't the worst thing.