I hardly got any sleep that night. Most of my time was spent taking care of Luna, portkey-ing myself around the castle so I could get the things I needed to take care of Luna, or reading Little Women for the millionth time. I stayed awake until the sun rose so I could be there to hold her hair back when she ran to the bathroom, or there to sit with her when she couldn't sleep because her whole body hurt, and in the morning she told me about the awful headache she had as well. On the bright side, her fever broke within a few hours and the chills were gone, and by lunchtime she was back to semi-normal; fed, hydrated, and most importantly, not high as a kite.
"I'm so sorry about everything I said last night, I don't know what got into me," she said that morning as soon as she woke up.
"Four drugged cookies, that's what got into you," I giggle. "Don't worry about it, you couldn't help it."
"No, not that, I just...I don't know how I didn't realize," she explains. "I've never even done anything like that before, at least not on purpose anyway. I didn't know about the cookies until it was too late. And I'm sorry for what I said when we were dancing, too. It was so strange, all of a sudden I just wasn't scared of anything anymore. It was as if nothing mattered, but not in a sad way, you know? Like in a way where you can do and say whatever you want because you probably won't remember tomorrow."
"Shush," I said, sitting next to her in her bed with my back up against the headboard. "You were so high you made yourself sick, and you didn't even know there was anything wrong until all the cookies kicked in. You couldn't have known, don't blame yourself."
"Who else is to blame besides me? It was my fault and I should have known when to stop," she said, curling up with her head in my lap.
"What's done is done, and right now we have to get you healthy again," I interrupt as I run my fingers through her hair. She sighs a little and falls asleep within a few minutes, which meant that at long last I could finally rest as well. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep, but I was woken up by a knock on the door. I gently move Luna's head off my legs and get up to answer it, and Cedric is standing in front of me with a basket of food in his hands and a worried look on his face.
"Can I come in? I brought some food," he says, redundantly showing me the basket. I nod and let him in, closing the door behind us and we sit down on the window seat.
"She's finally asleep, she was up every hour last night getting sick. But at least her fever went away," I quietly explain, and Ced's eyes get wide.
"She had a fever?" he asked in disbelief, looking over at Luna sleeping peacefully in her bed. "God, I feel awful. I saw you both leave and I thought you had everything sorted out, I knew she'd probably get nauseous from all those cookies, but a fever is just...I wish I'd known, I could have helped out somehow."
"It's okay, I think the worst of it's over. She just needs rest now," I replied. He turns to me.
"So do you," he retorted. "You ate those cookies too, and staying up all night? You must be exhausted."
"Yeah," I yawned. "But who's gonna take care of her when she wakes up?"
"I will," he said, reaching into the basket and handing me a big blueberry muffin and a bottle of orange juice. "You haven't slept or eaten in hours, go take a break." Conflicted, I stand up and look back and forth between them.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Go," he said as he gently shoved me towards the door. "Don't worry, we'll be fine. And if anything should happen you're right across the hall anyway."
"Okay, okay, I'm going," I reply. I walk out the door and across the hallway, and my room is exactly as I left it last night. The sheets on Evie's bed were disheveled like someone had slept on them, and for some reason that made me feel a bit better. I fell back onto my bed with the orange juice and muffin in hand, drinking in the feeling of my cool, solid bed under me, and I could feel my eyes starting to close. Cedric said I had to eat, but eating was suddenly a task that required an enormous amount of energy that I didn't have. With every passing second my body felt heavier and heavier until I could no longer move, not even to sit up and put my food on the nightstand. It was like all the life had been sucked out of me in a matter of seconds. I didn't want to admit to Luna or Ced or anyone else that those cookies were taking a bit of a toll on me as well; the sides of my forehead felt like they were being crushed in a vice and the room was spinning now that I was laying down, but I'd never had a chance to deal with myself because my first thought was Luna. I sighed and closed my eyes, of course I was worried about her first. I always am. If Luna's okay, then everything else will be okay too. But she wasn't very okay at the moment, and in all honesty neither was I. I hadn't seen Rory or the twins since I'd left the party, so they might have been as sick as Luna was from the cookies and I'd have no idea. I gathered my last shreds of strength and swung my legs up on my bed to get under the covers, images of my sick and hungover friends flashing in my mind's eye, and I'm worried for them. I think about getting up and going to check on them, but I hear Ced's voice in my head.
Get some rest, he says, don't worry, we'll be fine. I wish it was that easy to just let go of it, but thinking about it felt like chewing a rubbery piece of steak. You chew on it over and over and make no progress but you can't bring yourself to swallow it or spit it out, so you just sit there and chew until your jaw hurts so much that you have to do one thing or another. Those are my two biggest weaknesses, worrying far too much about others and far too little about myself. But how could I not worry about the people I love, especially my girlfriend who just so happened to have taken a hard hit from last night? How could I focus on myself when someone so close to me needed help? My brain felt fuzzy and my thoughts no longer made sense, and after a while there was nothing but me in my bed, surrounded by peaceful darkness and silence.
Somewhere along the line I rolled over in my sleep, expecting to be met with an empty bed. You can imagine my surprise when my face was suddenly pressed into warm, solid fabric, and even more surprising was the fact that it smelled exactly like Luna. I look up to see that she was sitting on my bed reading a book, and I'd rolled into her side in my sleep.
"Hey," she whispered with a smile, brushing my hair off my face. I prop myself up on my elbows and smile back at her.
"Hey. Feeling better?" I ask, and she nods.
"Much, thanks to you. Cedric said you'd be in here," she said, looking back to the book in her lap. I notice it's my copy of Little Women that I'd left in her room.
"How do you like it? The book I mean," I say as I lean my head against her thigh.
"I can see why it's your favorite," Luna replied, absentmindedly playing with a strand of my hair, and her touch sends a wonderful sort of shiver down my spine. "It's good so far. You might not see it again until I finish it, though."
"That's okay, keep it for as long as you need," I said. "So where did Ced go? I'm assuming he's not just sitting in your room twiddling his thumbs."
"It's Saturday, remember? We had rehearsal today, he left a note in my room explaining everything. He said not to worry about missing it and to tell you not to worry either, and he'll tell Burbage and Flitwick we're not feeling well. I suppose they'll have to make do without us for today. And thank you for staying up to look after me last night, I don't know what I'd have done on my own."
"Stayed at the party and eaten all the cookies, probably," I teased. "But it was the least I could do to be there. You'd do the same thing if it was me, wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would," she replied without hesitation. After a moment I pick my head up off her thigh to look at her.
"You know I love you, right?" I said as I studied her face.
"Always," Luna smiled, and it made me want to smile too.
"Good, don't forget it."
"I won't."
Dear Reader,
Ok this is gonna be a long a$$ authors note so get comfy. I'll put the major points in bullet form for ~convenience~
- Thank you sm for 7,000 reads!
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- Please don't be mad at me for not posting in like a week I'm sorryyyyy dsnjknhsvgdh
- I may have an idea and a half for a sequel of sorts?
Okie dokie so lets talk about the last bullet...Y/n x Rory? Maybe? If y'all want that or even if you'd prefer something different lmk in the comments. For the people who want the Rory stuff, I need ideas for a title. I would make it "my girl" but I don't want people seeing it and thinking of the movie lmao but yeah if you've got a better idea plz tell me! I promise I'll give you credit and stuff!! That's really it as far as my writing goes, but it might take a while for the next chapter to get written and posted because I've got an ungodly amount of tests this week, but I'll write every chance I get. Until next time!
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