dark paradise // d.m.

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Trigger warning: sexual content and explicit language.

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It's been a week since that kiss and I haven't heard from Malfoy once.

I see him everyday in class and in the Great Hall and yet we haven't spoken, not about what happened, not about anything at all. And I really don't know why I'm so upset about it.

He's acting like I don't exist. Not a word- Merlin, not even a slur! He doesn't even acknowledge my presence.

I should be happy, honestly. I hate him, after all... then, why am I so bored? What the hell am I upset about? All he's ever done is threatening me and insulting me and, now that he's finally leaving me alone, I feel offended.

I'm so fucked up... I just have to stop asking myself questions and move on. Malfoy was probably drunk in some way- that's why he kissed me. Then, he realized he did something ridiculous and he told me not to tell anyone. End of the story.

"Mrs. Black Lupin?"

McGonagall's voice shakes me up from my thoughts. What? I thought I was in Potions class.

Wait...

I am in Potions class, I'm just a dumb idiot who gets distracted over a ferret. I forgot she had to talk to me about Cheerleading practice.

"Sorry, Horace," she says, "I have to borrow Mrs. Black Lupin for the rest of the day."

The rest of the day? I thought we just had to have a talk.

"Oh, no problem" he assures, "Mr. Malfoy will tutor her to get her back on track."

"Why not her brother?" seethes Malfoy, "Isn't he the best in Potions?"

Wow. He really called my brother the best just to avoid me.

"Yeah" confirms Harry, with an anxious note in his voice, "I can tutor my sister, professor."

"I'd prefer Mr. Malfoy to do that" he insists, "This way, he can master his skills in Potions."

"Uhm..." I mumble, as I head to the door, "Alright, I will catch up with Malfoy later- see you tomorrow, professor Slughorn."

Great. Fucking great.

I follow McGonagall out of the classroom, with a confused look on my face: "I'm sorry, professor" I tell her, "I thought we just had to have a talk."

"Sadly, the Slytherin Quidditch team starts training this afternoon" she says with an annoyed tone, "So, you and the other Gryffindor cheerleaders have permission to train together, this morning."

"Oh" I say, surprisingly happy, "Are the others ready?"

"Yes, they are" she assures excitingly, beaming at me, "I know you are one demanding captain, Freya!"

Minnie really loves Quidditch.

"I won't disappoint you, professor" I promise her with a chuckle, "Me and my girls know how to motivate the team."

"Perfect!" she exclaims, "Now go change! Have fun at practice!"

I laugh to myself for her enthusiasm and I run to my dorm- I'd have to warm up anyway. I change in my cheerleader uniform and tie my hair in a low ponytail, leaving out two strands of hair that frame my face with elegance. Then, I pack a bag with a change of clothes, products and a bath-robe.

I walk out just as the first period meets its last seconds. And all the students walk out of the classrooms, while I'm in my cheerleader uniform. Awkward much.