dark paradise // d.m.

- my first -

trigger warning: explicit language, sexual content

I go back to my dorm practically on my tiptoes, in order to get ready for dinner, and I bolt under the shower, thanking Merlin that Hermione's not here. I peek at the mirror and... I look different. My hair is definitely a mess but not in a bad way, my lips are swollen, my cheeks are scarlet red and my eyes are bright. Malfoy, what are you doing to me?

I shake my head and I let the water run down on me, cleaning up the mess I am. I wash my hair and body and I gladly find out that I have no hickeys on me. I gave Draco one, though- I'm such a fucking hypocrite... I sigh and I calmly get ready, trying not to let my thoughts have the best of me. I decide to wear a short pleated skirt and an oversized sweatshirt - I believe it's my brother's - then I slip in a comfortable pair of shoes and I put some lip-gloss and mascara on. Finally ready, I get out of my dorm and I walk to the twins'. As soon as I get close enough, my heart drops.

I hear screaming. Violent, enraged screaming. I run to the door and I open it without knocking. Fred is in the middle of the room, with a furious look on his face and bloody fists, while George is trying to get him to calm down.

"There she is" snarls Fred, pointing at me with a gesture of his hand, "Good fucking evening."

I blink a few times and I enter the room. "What the hell happened?" I whisper, shifting my look from George to Fred and the walls covered in cracks.

"You happened!" half-shouts Fred, glaring at me like he never did, "I fucking want you out of here, do you understand?!"

His words hit me like a slap on the face. What the hell does he mean?

"What?" I ask, confusingly, "Fred, I don't get it- What have I done to make you this angry?"

"George, leave" he breathes, brushing his hands on his face, "Leave- just, please, fuck off for a second."

George shoots me a concerned look, before getting out of the room and closing the door behind me.

"Would you tell me what the hell have I done?!" I query again, starting to get nervous.

"People see things, you know?" he laughs bitterly, "They told me you kissed George this morning and he told me as well."

What the hell is this about?

"And?" I ask, raising both my eyebrows, "You're angry at us because of that?"

"I'm not angry at my brother" he seethes, "I'm angry at you."

"Why?!" I exclaim with a groan of frustration, "Us three fuck all the time, what is the big deal about a kiss?"

"The deal is that we do it together!" he yells, coming in my face, "You kissed him, Freya! What's not clicking?!"

I look at him in silence, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I had you first" he breathes, suddenly turning his back on me, and I feel his voice cracking, "We might not be together or in love but it means something to me."

Is he talking about that? Oh, Freddie...

"Fred..." I murmur, "It means something to me, too- it means a lot, actually."

"Does it?" he queries, turning around with an accusatory glare, "I'm not even sure you remember, sometimes."

I don't know what hurts more- seeing him hurt, his fists bloody, or knowing he thinks so lowly of me.

"I remember, Fred" I say in a serious tone, "And it means a lot to me, it's not my fault if you don't believe me."

"Then whose fucking fault is it?!" he sneers, hitting the nightstand with a kick and staring straight into my eyes, "Who knows, maybe you've even been shagging my twin behind my back-. Fuck, I wouldn't be surprised if you did! I mean, look at yourself."