Pros & Cons

23. The Drift

Violet awoke with hazed vision and a confused mind. She lifted her head and blinked the sleep from her eyes as she scanned the room. A blur of blue and green swum before her and she strained her mind trying to piece together last night.

As her eyes focused and she realised she was staring into the Black Lake reality came crashing down on her. The fight with her friends. Coming to Malfoy. Sleeping with Malfoy.

When it dawned on her she grabbed the sheets and pulled them up to her neck as she glanced beside her. Malfoy's side of the bed was empty. She inspected the spare bed and he wasn't there either.

He'd left.

Violet brushed her fingertips against the ruffled sheets on Malfoy's side. He must've left hours ago, the sheets were stone cold.

She picked at the threads of the duvet as the events of last night replayed in her mind. They were both undoubtedly intoxicated when it happened but she didn't regret it––not until now at least.

He left. He must've known how much that would hurt. How much it does hurt.

She tried to assure herself that there would be a valid reason. Of course there was. There had to be. Violet knew there was a lot Malfoy couldn't tell her, just as she couldn't tell him. She supposed that's why she came to him in the first place––he wouldn't push for answers if she didn't.

Still the undeniable sting of loss lingered, but she tried to push it to the back of her mind. She would speak to him soon.

More importantly was to work out how the hell she was going to get out, Malfoy had snuck her in last night––there was no way she could get out alone. Violet scanned the room for any useful tools to use in her escape.

Click.

The door handle twisted a few times as whoever it was realised it was locked. Violet let out a sigh of relief that they couldn't get in until she heard it. Alohomora.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

She looked for somewhere to go but as the door opened she realised she didn't have enough time. The first thing she thought of was to dive under the duvet. She buried her face into the pillows and brought the blanket far over her head.

The muffled sound of footsteps entered the room but with her head embedded underneath so many layers she found it hard to make out who it was. They were talking to themself and definitely male. No, wait. Now there's two voices?

Violet stayed as still as possible and hoped neither of them cared to look towards the beds because her hiding place wasn't foolproof in the slightest.

The footsteps started moving again, then the door closed. She let out a sigh of relief and was about to reveal herself before she heard the second set of footsteps moving. Towards the bed.

She cringed at the thought of being revealed but there was truly nothing for her to do but lay back and watch it happen. Is it Theo? Blaise?

Merlin, is it Pansy?

A hand curled around the edge of the blanket and ripped it down. Violet scrunched her eyes closed as a sort of denial as to what was happening.

"What are you doing?"

It was Malfoy.

She opened her eyes and found him standing over her. Her brows furrowed as she playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"You scared me! Where the hell were you" she huffed, half serious half not.

"I had some errands" his eyes looked away before quickly flicking back to hers "You're lucky you weren't caught, Nott was just in here"