The Life After [f.w/d.m]

Chapter Six.

> Trigger Warning: contains a scene of rape.
> A/N: more trigger warnings will be put nearer the section but this chapter is just quite a sad one overall.
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The room was flooded with people, drunk mostly.

Looking around it was mainly the familiar faces of Gryffindor's with the odd Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

The group of Slytherin's were the only greens.

At first, the judgemental looks were thrown at them and Ron assured his fellow Gryffindors that they're 'the nice ones'.

Nova disagreed, there were definitely nicer ones.

But then she realised they were also the so-called plugs, bringing muggle weed which went down well with most, and that along with the strong alcohol, soon everyone was dancing with everyone without any sort of backlash.

The music filled the massive room, there wasn't a quiet corner, the stench of weed and slight hint of sweat was also present and the people dancing was a flood of colour.

The music was mainly muggle music, which suited most people's taste and then there was the odd Weird Sister's song here and there.

After dancing with Maia for a while, Nova needed a drink and to escape the sweaty room.

"I'm just getting some fresh air, it's hot in here. You okay here by yourself?" She half yelled into Maia's ear.

She saw a tall ginger pass easily through the crowd and her breath caught, before realising it was George.

"Hey, I'm just grabbing some fresh air, you okay to keep an eye on Maia?"

"Yeah, funnily enough, was coming to do that anyway."

"Cheers, George. Won't be long just not sure how much she's had to drink."

He shot a grateful smile in her direction before she was swallowed her the crowd and pushed towards the table.

She grabbed a two more shots of the table, everyone submerged in their own conversations, tipped her head back and swallowed one after one.

"Getting some fresh air." She muttered to nobody in particular as she walked towards the portrait.

She rarely drunk so the fact she wasn't falling over yet was impressive to her and she even managed it out the portrait and down the stairs into the quiet corridor without falling over, yet there was definitely something in her system with her head swimming like it was.

Her heart felt ready to explode out of her chest and she closed her eyes as she felt the cold, concrete wall cool her through her clothes.

The silence was eerie in the corridor, compared to inside the room or requirement, and that with the cold wall against her skin seemed to restart her senses.

Her head still swam and her vision blurry but it was better now she wasn't as hot.

The sound of the portrait opening and closing made her open her eyes and look over, and she was surprised who she turned to see.

"Nova? Isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"I'll admit, when Fred told us how hot you were, I thought he was lying. But you, tonight. Immaculate, fucking immaculate."

She said nothing, and while he was a good three feet away from him, the strong, smell of alcohol crowded round him, filling the ambience with a sense of intoxicated dread.

"Fred's been bitter, recently. Heard whatever weird thing that was going on with you two, isn't. Not anymore."

She tried to calm her breathing, it's just words.