dark paradise // d.m.

- pretty -

{trigger warning: violence, slurs, mentions of food}

first disclaimer : in this fanfic, quidditch has cheerleaders- freya is the gryffindor cheerleaders' captain.

second disclaimer: i have nothing against angie, i just needed a girl to make drama with

I tiredly walk to the Great Hall along with Hermione, trying not to stomp my feet and look like a moron. Did I have to sleep like shit on my first day of lessons? I've just woken up and I'm already sick of this.

"I'm sorry I made us late, 'Mione," I yawn, gently rubbing my eyes. We're not actually late, she just likes to get in the Hall in advance so that there's less noise.

"Oh, no worries" replies Hermione, "We couldn't have you walk around with all those hickeys on your neck, now could we?"

In fact, Hermione spent half an hour practicing healing spells on my neck and collarbones- I also needed the spells done on my chest but fuck me if I ever ask Hermione something like that. Nevertheless , I'd like to wear tank tops during Cheerleading practice so, while I walk, I decide I'll ask help from the twins.

"The twins could've been a little more delicate" she keeps going with a condescending tone, "Maybe, try telling them that the next time."

"Look, Hermione, my chances of being in a good mood are already zero" I snarl, "I slept like shit, could you just avoid lecturing me on whom I fuck with?"

"Alright," she just says, shutting the hell up like she should and sitting beside my brother and Ron.

"Morning," I mumble, pouring coffee in my cup and right down my throat.

"Someone is in a bad mood," comments Harry, handing me a piece of warm toast with butter and jam.

"Thank you" I say, giving him a soft smile and biting the toast, "I had a rough night- bad dreams."

"Dear Merlin, Freya" I hear Angelina say, from across the table, "Cheerleaders don't eat carbs."

I glare at her, slowly swallowing my food and looking at her up and down: "First of all, I'm the Cheerleaders Captain, Angelina" I coldly tell her, "Second of all, since I'm the Captain, I say cheerleaders eat whatever the fuck they want."

She shuts up and lowers her gaze. "That's more like it" I say, with a fake smile, "Good morning to you too, huh?"

"C'mon" says Harry, "You don't need to be that mean."

"I'm not mean" I calmly correct him, "She's too familiar."

"Well, if you put it like that..." Harry surrenders to my point of view and hands me another piece of toast, gaining another smile.

I keep enjoying my breakfast and, finally, I see the twins making their way towards me and sitting by my sides.

"Well, hello there" I say, smiling at the both of them, "How are you?"

"After yesterday?" asks George with a giggle.

"Wicked," answers Fred, chuckling.

"Oh, well" I reply with a laugh, "I had nightmares all night long."

"Oh, no!" exclaims George, pinching at my cheeks, "So, now you're all feisty."

"Can we do something, my darling?" asks Fred, caressing my hair.

I pretend to think, then I squeeze them both into my arms, gaining a big sandwich hug: "Yeah, actually" I reply, "I need help with the healing spells and I really want cuddles- my legs are hurting and I can't have that."