amortentia [d.m]

chapter. 20

*** Freyja's pov

No letter back. After two bloody weeks, not a single letter from him. My sadness has become anger. It takes two bloody seconds to write a quick letter, a quick note to tell me he's fine.

"Nothing?"
"Nothing."
"He better be dead.", Pansy is even more mad than me.
"It's fine. Honestly. He probably wants some time to himself. But a little letter saying he's fine would be great."
"Fuck him. Tonight is about us.", Lilith chimes in.

Lilith and Ambar had gotten over their grudge against Pansy. They had become friends.
Now we are in our dorm, getting pissed off Firewhiskey and playing stupid games.

"Truth or dare, hmm. Pansy!", I slur, drunkenly.
"Dare!"
"Ok, I dare you to stand top-less in the common-room."
"Dare accepted!", she drags the bottle of liquor with her out the door.
"Wait!", me and the two others stumble after her.

"Woohoo!", Pansy flashes the empty common-room.
"No fun, there are no people here.", she fall down on the sofa.

"Freyja?", someone shakes me awake.
"What?", I rub my eyes and see Theodore.
"I helped the others back to your dorm. You wouldn't come with.", He drags me up.
"Ugh, I can't. Just leave me."
"No, come on. Don't be difficult."
"Okay then.", I roll my eyes.
He carries me up the stairs to the dorm filled with drunk, sleeping, girls.

*** Draco's pov

I try to see what Freyja is up to. It sounds creepy, but when we were children we discovered we could see each other just by thinking about them. The connection has gotten weaker, so it only work occasionally.

"Fucking Theodore Nott!", I exclaim.
It worked. She is with Nott.

"Mother! I am going back to Hogwarts!", I storm through the hall. Getting my trunk ready for packing. I am going back.

I can't get the picture out of my head. Him dragging her up the stairs. Fuck. I won't admit my jealousy. Ever. I can't. She has to need me. I can't chase her. I won't chase her.

But what if she loves him? What if I'm not good enough for her? I know I'm not. I don't deserve her. I don't deserve to know her body. Every centimetre of it. Her perfect body. Even the memory makes my body ache. Ache for the pleasure. Fuck. She can't just leave me for him! She can't! I look like a fool. She never loved me. Never. She just messes with my head. Manipulates my mind.
Stupid bitch.
But she isn't stupid.

*** Freyja's pov

"Here we are.", He plops me down on my bed.
"Thanks", My head hits the pillow.
"I'll come back in the morning to get Pansy."
"Bye!", He walks out.

My bed. My beautiful comfortable bed.