A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own HP, or its characters. Evelyn is all mine, and I wont give her up!
Evie POV
"Fuck…"
Why was everything spinning? I wasn't moving anywhere. My head was pounding and I felt sick to my stomach with unease. My chest was tight, my throat was raw from all of the coughing I had been doing this morning, and I has probably sneezed around seventy times in the last hour and a half.
It was the Monday after that magical weekend with my lovers, and we spent pretty much all of Sunday in bed, together, enjoying and learning about each other's bodies. I had never felt so.. Loved before in my life. They catered to my every need. They fed me, they bathed with me, they cuddled me, they fucked me. They did everything in their power to make me feel safe, and I tried my hardest to do the same.
And now I was paying for it.
My body was thrumming with aches and pains that I never realised my body could feel. The joints of my wrists felt chafed, my eyes were dry and my throat raw from all of the screaming, so all I could do was croak or whine out answers.
It was pathetic.
My body was aching in the best and worst of ways, and all I wanted to do was sleep away the tenderness.
I could barely make it through class without wincing every time I so much as I moved a muscle. Charms was torture, especially because I was sitting besides Hermione, who seemed particularly worried about my ailments. She kept asking me if anything was wrong. Over and over again. She was a very nosey person, by nature, apparently.
Harry, on the other hand, asked once, and that was that. He got on with the class, and I did the same, while trying to ignore Hermione's meddlesome antics.
"What is wrong with me?"
Professor McGee simply laughed, delicately, and sipped on her tea as she reclined in the chair, her entire being radiating calm and relaxed composure. As if I weren't about to die any second from now.
She pursed her lips, and asked, "Someone was a little busy this weekend."
Baring my teeth at her, I simply grimaced deeper at the effort, and whimpered, low in my throat, as the sudden overwhelming urge to cry besieged my body. Quietly, I mumbled, into the crook of my arm as I rested it on the oak wood desk, "It should be illegal to feel so shitty."
She rolled her eyes, simply, and said, "You can go home. I cant get anything out of you this morning. Have you eaten breakfast yet?"
Shaking my head, minutely, I grumbled, "Couldn't-" insert nauseating bubble in my stomach "-Handle it."
She simply quirked a brow, and answered, "Go. You look like Hell. Have a rest. Do you want me to call Mr Malfoy?"
Pushing off of the desk, I sighed, heavily, "No. I'm fine. Thanks, Professor, I wouldn't be much help to anybody right now."
Standing up, hefting my backpack onto my right shoulder, and pressing two fingers against my temple, trying to battle away the pounding headache that was fighting inside of my head, and waved my hand, pathetically, in the air.
It was a shitty goodbye, but I couldn't really give her more than that at that moment. I wanted to go to sleep.
-0-
Of course I couldn't just get back to my dorm without the proverbial shit hitting the fan.
Astoria Greengrass. Sister of Daphne, AKA the lady who shot me into the lake, and almost killed me on my first day. Yeah.. You know the one, right? Supposed would-be-wife of Draco Malfoy, the very blonde, very arrogant, very mine Veela that resided in my room. Seventh year student in the Slytherin House. And, boy, was she pissed off.
Her entire aura radiated an unkempt, messy hatred that shocked me to my core. Her magic wasn't the white I was used to, but more of an fiery, wild rouge that made my eyes water. It wasn't a nice sensation, having her hateful magic rub against my own, and I wanted nothing more than to run away. Her sister was mad at me, that much was clear, but Astoria.. She hated me.
Envy. Anger. Pain. Rejection. All rushing through her body at the same time, colliding with one another, making her magic both volatile and unstable.
Her fingers pressed against her side, where I was pretty much certain her wand lay in wait, and I fingered my own in the leather satchel that was always pressed at my side, beneath my oversized sweater.
She was pretty. Beautiful, even. Her hair was long, but tied up in a pretty bun, with a small, pale pink bow placed at the side. Her eyes were a soft green that would probably have been considered adorable, had they not been glaring daggers at me.
She spat, angrily, her lips smeared in pale gloss curling in a manner that didn't fit such a beautiful young lady, "You're the girl that everyone's talking about? Evelyn.. Draco's 'friend'. I apologise.. I haven't had the.. Pleasure of meeting you."
"It's okay," I grumbled, feeling even more shitty, if that was at all possible, but I did my best to hide it behind whatever arrogance and haughtiness I had picked up from Draco, "Its nice meeting you."
A small smile, diminutive bow, legs bending fractionally at the knee, back straight and lips firm, but coy. Eye contact at all times, and never show any discomfort. She stepped forward, her expensive shoes clicking, menacingly, along the stone floor, as she approached me, and asked, her tone conveying nothing but abrupt sarcasm, "So.. What, exactly, is it he sees in you? You aren't as refined as I am. Nor are you half as beautiful, but he chose you, over me."
Oh.. So she was going to play it like this then? That's fine by me.
My eyes hardened, and my lips formed a more grim line, and I said, factually, "I didn't twist his arm into anything. He's with me, because he wants to be. Any problems that you have with that, you take up with him."
She pinned me with an angry glare and her upper lip curled up in distaste, as though she were disgusted by being in my mere presence, as though the sight of someone as 'common' as I was brought her physical pain to be in accompaniment with. She snarled, scornfully, "I would, but because of you, he wont talk to me anymore. We used to be so close. Strolls along the coast side. His mother and I would drink tea together every holiday. The scar on his lower back is especially sensitive, isn't it?"
With every word, my patience was wearing thinner and thinner, and I wanted nothing more than to drive my fist directly between her eyes, but I didn't. I kept my thoughts and feelings to myself, and steeled my expression. I didn't like that she knew all of this about him. The fact that she spent so much time with him, and that she knew about his scar made my insides scream in outrage, but I couldn't let her know it. It wasn't worth it. She wasn't worth it.
Without even a backwards glance, I slipped past the incredulous-looking brunette and her underhanded tactics, and walked on my way. Back to my room. Back to my bed. I would work on ebbing the burning jealousy that slithered through my heart when I was alone but for now, I focused on the breathing techniques that Professor McGee had taught me to control my heightened emotions. It would do me no good lashing out, simply because her petulant words bothered me. I was better than that. Or at least that's what I like telling myself anyway.
The walk back to my room was long. Longer than it probably should have been. My vision blurred, slightly, and a cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck, making my insides feel like they were slowly liquefying inside of my body. I felt like I was dying, right here. The headache became worse, the aches that made my joints twinge became more of a constant throbbing, and my stomach rolled and rumbled as I dragged myself back home. Thankfully, Vylet and César have gotten so used to my presence, they don't ask for the password anymore, and just let me in, as they recognize my magical signature. Blaise and Draco were inside, both sitting or pacing, respectively, and I couldn't even send a glance their way, my neck was so tired.
Almost immediately, I walked past them, ignoring their worried stares, into our bedroom, and slipped the door closed behind me, silently. Pulling off my sweater, and thrusting it across the nearest chair, I slipped off my skirt, haphazardly, and stepped out of the pool of material at my feet. I heard a refined, quiet knock at the door, and simply growled, lowly, "Leave me alone, please."
I didn't need to see either of them right now. I felt like shit, and I would say something that I didn't mean if they spoke to me. Thankfully, whoever it was left after that, and I fell, headfirst, onto the sheets, barely having enough time to properly cover myself before darkness draped itself around me, and I dropped off into my dream world.
I've been gone for a minute, now I back wid' the jump off!
Sorry, anyway! I've been dumb busy recently. I still have a job, working 8-16 hours a week, I'm at college 40 hours a week, and life is just getting a bit hectic. My exams will be over in just over 2 months, so I'll probably give you another update before the end of the week, as until then, it'll be radio silence.
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