Red Wine - White Linen | D.M

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It feels like I'm hardly even chewing, just devouring. I feel numb and It's all over too fast.
I stay still for a second feeling blank, forgetting what I was actually doing. I look over to the potion, I want to carry on eating, raiding everything anyone has in this place, but I also don't want to leave the food in my system for too long.

I'm not sure how quickly the charm will work, I debate going back to my room, but with the thin bathroom doors and Pansys bed just on the other side of the wall she will definitely hear me.

I quickly skim over the label. it states to consume the entire bottle's contents for immediate action.
It tasted like hell.

I feel it almost instantly as expected, my stomach churns and I read the kitchen for my options. I decide on the trash bin, everyone knows sinks are for last resorts only. I dart over and swiftly tie my hair up.
Then it begins, my stomach rids itself of the pizza as quickly as I got it down. It takes a long few minutes and a lot of gagging. Although, Instant relief.
Ironically I really hate throwing up.

The weight of someone's feet echoes above my head. The boy's dorms are above me now I'm in the kitchen. I listen to the sound of the creaking floor and the descending steps and quickly put together that someone is walking downstairs.

"Who the fuck is throwing up now?"

I turn around rapidly about to flee, but as soon as I move my stomach churns again. I need to stay by the bin to possibly throw up once more.
I look up to see Draco walking through the door.

"Oh, Black, did you drink too much?"
He scans the room, takes a look at the potion, the medical book and the ripped page on top.

I'm sure I must be finished now, I race towards the table at an attempt to grab all the things he's frowning at. Unfortunately he's closer and suddenly he's reached the table before me. I watch as he grabs the loose page, the bottle, and puts the book under his arm. His eyes dart as he skims over the notes, and just as quickly he's checking the back of the potion.

I feel extremely nauseous, I step back towards the trash bin. I lean against the wall, it's cold against my back.
He grabs the pizza box and shakes it, obviously checking for any weight inside. He huffs out a breath, similar to a sigh but more angry. He lets go and it drops to the floor.

I stand up straight and look anywhere but his face, I play with my hands and suddenly I'm really interested in the sound of the refrigerator. I clear my throat and push out some words. I couldn't sit in this silence.
"it- well it's not-" I swallow.
"I mean it's not what it looks like."

He's leaning against the wall, like I was, watching me. "Oh yeah? What does it look like?" He crosses his arms and grabs onto his sides.

My mouth is dry, the taste of vomit lingers. I grab my glass from the table. Waters probably a good idea right now.

"Stop." He says quickly. I look up, confused.

" It will just come back up, you have wait for half an hour for the potion to stop working. You won't be able to hold it down." He pauses.
"Although you probably already know that right. Since you didn't want to keep anything down in the first place."

My eyes widen.
He shrugs "I'm not wrong."

He's still looking at me, no sign of any possible emotion at all. I wonder if it's a gift, but part of me knows deep down that it's definitely something he had to teach himself.
I set the water back down, deciding to listen to his advice.

I sniff, my eyes are still watering but I take a breath, I feel calm, I feel in control.
"I was feeling sick from drinking and I couldn't sleep." I walk around the table heading toward the parchment and bottle he's still holding. I put my hand out.