Fatal Attraction | D.M. (Soft Rewrite)

Chapter Thirty-Four - That Evening

'Here she comes,' Millicent taunted, rolling her eyes, 'nice of you to finally show up!'

Laying on her front, flicking through a copy of Witch Weekly, with her feet in the air. Her expression brightened when Ophelia entered the dormitory. A smile that soon turned into an accusatory smirk.

Ophelia felt her posture stiffen, bracing herself for the questions Millicent was obviously dying to ask. Walking over to sit on the edge of the same bed, before teasing in return, 'someone been missing me?'

'Oh don't flatter yourself!' Millicent huffed. Abandoning her glossy magazine, she moved to sit cross-legged. Her eyes scouring Ophelia's body for evidence, before muttering dejectedly, 'I'm disappointed.'

'What – why?!'

Millicent inspected her from head to toe, tilting her head at an angle, 'well, it's just a surprise...'

'What is?' Looking down, Ophelia couldn't see anything to justify this response.

Millicent snorted, trying to suppress a fit of giggles, 'you were gone all night and the next day...' Offering her a suggestive wink before continuing, 'so I'm surprised your legs are still functioning, after all I've heard about Malfoy's – how should I put it, um – equipment?'

'– Millicent!' Ophelia cried out. Rolling the discarded magazine into a baton, to threateningly wave in her face, 'there will be no talk of his,' blushing as she copied Millicent's peculiar word choice, 'equipment!'

But it had no effect, Millicent was already roaring with laughter, holding her stomach, as she toppled back on the mattress. 'Equipment,' she cried breathlessly, 'ha! I didn't think you'd actually say it.'

'Shut it!'

'Alright you prude – how about dick? I'm surprised you don't need Madam Pomfrey after all I've heard!' Shouting excitedly – she didn't hold back.

'Oh god,' Ophelia winced at the crude comment.

'Prude!' Millicent shouted even louder.

'It was great thanks – in fact, I've only just recovered! Is that what you wanted to hear?!' Ophelia retorted bitterly with a fake smile – annoyed at herself for being so easily provoked.

'No – I need more!' She teased, practically bouncing with energy, 'details please! I need to know where – when – how many times – what positions?'

'Jesus,' Ophelia groaned, clapping her face into her palms. She knew this slew of questions was unavoidable – she just hadn't expected to be bombarded with them so soon after leaving Draco's side.

'Start with where,' Millicent ordered confidently, 'I was at the boathouse, so I know it wasn't there!'

Ophelia scowled at her – knowing Millicent would expect nothing less than the truth. Feeling her whole face blush crimson, she looked away while muttering, 'the prefect's bathroom –'

'The what?!' Millicent cried, jumping to stand up – unable to contain her excitement. Leaping round the room, she started rambling, 'oh my – this is probably the best thing I've heard in – well, since this morning,' laughing at her own dramatics.

'This morning?' Ophelia queried.

'You don't know?' Millicent's expression switched immediately. She looked baffled. Staying silent while she planned her answer.

'What?' Ophelia poked again, trying to change the topic.

'The boys got into a fight,' she finally responded, trying to brush the tension off with a shrug of her shoulders, 'all that testosterone in the air after the match – especially after losing!'