When you awoke the next day you found yourself inside a dorm that was not your own. You looked around for Draco but could not see him, although there was a faint indentation in the bed where he had probably slept. You looked down at yourself and saw that you were wearing his white shirt and suddenly all the events of last night came flooding back to you. You had kissed Draco Malfoy. In fact you had done far more than just kiss Draco Malfoy.
Curious about the contents of his room you got up and walked over to his desk. There were bits of parchment spread manically all over the desk and chair, various scribbles covered them as if they were written mid train of thought, but all were unfinished. There was also a collection of textbooks, some were old from the years before and some were from this year. Then you decided to go over to the wardrobe, there hung mostly uniform but a few black suits, along with some quidditch jerseys. You put one on in an attempt to cover yourself and then snuck off to head back to your own dorm.
As it was after breakfast had started you presumed you would have the common room to yourself so you waltzed in confidently not expecting to see anyone.
"Fancy seeing you here" Said Seamus, he was reading a copy of the daily prophet and had a cup of tea in hand. "Well done in the match by the way" he was speaking to you, at least that was a start, Hermione must have said something to him, but nonetheless he refused to take his eyes off the paper and focus them on you.
"Thanks Seamus" You replied and then began to walk towards the dormitory staircase, desperate for this awkward encounter to end.
"You do remember Gryffindor robes are red right, because more often than not I have seen you in green" He called out to you. You turned around and he instantly shot his eyes back onto his paper.
"Yes, thankyou Seamus" You replied before turning back around and heading upstairs.
When you got back to your dorm you were hit with a sudden pang of guilt, Seamus had been right about you. Of course the last time he saw you in Slytherin attire it wasn't so bad as the name Baker was still pressed on your back, however, now when you turned around to glance at yourself in the mirror you saw the name Malfoy. It felt like you were the property of a family and name you wanted nothing to do with. It was horrible.
It was a Sunday and so you, Fred and George headed down to Hogsmeade. At first you went to Zonko's joke shop to get some more supplies for Fred and George's experiments. Since the appointment of Umbridge at the school it had become almost a weekly occurrence as they sought out new ways to piss her off. Afterwards you went to the Three Broomsticks to grab some butterbeer as you still had some time to kill before you met up with Ron, Harry, Hermione and a few others, mostly Gryffindor's.
The three of you huddled into a booth and that was when you saw him, his platinum blonde hair made him stand out against the crowd in the dimly lit pub. Suddenly all the memories of last night came flooding back to you once more and at that exact moment his eyes locked on yours, piercing through your soul. Embarrassed you looked down at your hands under the table, your face began to turn a bright shade of pink.
"What's gotten into you Ash?" Fred questioned looking around the room to see what had caused you to fall into such an embarrassed state.
"If I tell you, promise you wont stare or be mean or think of me any differently" You said. You had already lost one of your best friends due to your relationships with those in Slytherin, you weren't prepared to lose another two.
"Of course, we would never do that to you Baker." George said reassuringly before jokingly adding "Besties 4 eva" .You giggled in response.
"Okay" You sighed, keeping your eyes down, "last night during the game, I don't know if you noticed but me and Malfoy disappeared and well, we never came back. I woke up this morning in his dorm to put it lightly"
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Unforgivable Curse
FanfictionAshley's fifth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry would prove to be her toughest yet. She struggles as she has to choose between friendships and love, a feeling she never viewed as achievable. Constant feelings of loneliness and disp...