Red Wine - White Linen | D.M

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"Come again?" 

My brain hadn't processed accordingly, I started laughing, violently. I couldn't cease, I was in hysterics. Pansy paused in her tracks, giving me an extremely concerning gaze. I mopped my eyes, still laughing.

You'd have to share a room with Malfoy.

Suddenly the words made sense. My laughter died off, cut short, like a deer in headlights.
"I'd fucking what?"

Pansy huffed, reciting from the beginning. "Option one-"

"No, not that part you daft cow." I waved my hand. "THE LAST PART."
I was praying, pondering, that somehow my mind decided to resign and mix up the words, 'Malfoy', with, well, trustingly anyone else."

She giggled nervously. Peculiar for her.
"Draco would be forced to move into my room... or you in Blaise's, which connects to his room."

"That's absurd, absolutely absurd." My eyes still wide with disturbance. "Why aren't you more bothered!?"
I was sure that the idea of her having to move from her precious room would have her in a riot.

She pranced further in my room, smirking.
"Well, you see, let's back track to whom shares a room with Draco, and whom would then be sharing a room with me!"
Her face fell a vibrant shade of scarlet, it didn't match up to her outwardly confident demeanour.

The pieces were put into place, locked rather.
Fucking Zabini. Pansy was all for it.

"Anyways, you have a few days to decide." She announced, still skipping.

I groaned and questioned how in hell, deep dark hell, this managed to occur, I felt like drowning myself in the black lake. Offing myself, Yes, anything. Wouldn't of been the first time that thought appeared in my head.

That night I began to pack my bags, to go home.

———

Of course I unpacked my bags.
I wasn't going to be leaving.
I was going to be Draco's roomie, roommate. Fucking bedfellow, might you say.

Three days.
Three days I had to prepare myself, although when it came to it, I did the exact opposite. I pretended it was non existent, until it wasn't.

I was sulking on my bed with my pillow over my face when something tapped against my door.
I was tired, not lacking sleep, but motivation, emotions, a willingness.

"Go away." I muffled. Curious nonetheless.

Turns out, the tapping belonged to a certain, platinum haired Slytherin, his gaudy wand, to be exact. "So, Black, what's it going to be? Times up." Apathetic tone, the usual.

Thinking was unnecessary, my words already forming, "I'm staying."

"Pack your shit. And meet me in the boys dorms in ten minutes." I heard movement, he'd already started to walk away.

"Wait!" I shouted. His feet stopped, paused.
"Im not leaving my room." If there was one thing, it was going to be that I was getting my own choice of dorm, my own way.

He laughed, a spiteful cold laugh. "Black, if you think I'm going to be staying in the girls dormitories, you have another thing coming. Once again, don't humour me. Ten minutes, no less." I could feel the sourness a mile away it almost made me sore.

I was not getting my way.
Fucking bastard.

Or was I just extremely naive for believing so.

———

The certain Malfoy I knew of a few years ago was cocky, he was confident. His eyes were bright, deadly but somewhat lit, he had a soul inside that body of his, and his demeanour, it was almost appealing. Although he was vile, disgustingly vile, he had a charm, Ill admit, but he was just a kid, a dumb kid.