Slytherins Golden Girl

Chapter 39

"Alohomora!"

The door swung open letting the cold air breeze into the room, Eleanor stepped in behind Rodger until most of her body was hidden from the cold behind his tall frame. She was not about to catch her death. The once mysterious figure became clear to Eleanor as they stepped into the room quickly shutting the door behind them with a sarcastic huff.

"Oh dear god." She cursed, pinching her forehead between her fingers. Rodger glanced down at her in confusion as the figure walked into the light of what had been their romantic evening.

Eleanor stepped out from behind Rodger as none other than Blaise Zabini stepped into the dim glow of the candles wearing his dressing gown and slippers.

They were so busted.

"You should really let someone in when they ask, I'm literally bursting and nearly wet myself  out there thanks to you!" He snapped at Rodger crossing his arms over his chest. Blaise glanced to the side meeting Eleanors eyes as she stood beside Rodger and smiled. "Oh hey Elle, didn't see you there." He waved his hand from within the arms still folded across his chest.

"Blaise, what are you doing here?" Eleanor questioned with a furrowed brow. Anything to try and get the attention off of her and he possibly may not catch on, well she hoped he wouldn't.

"Theo's hogging our bathroom, he's been in the bath for the past hour and the bastard wouldn't let me in." He tutted walking towards the stalls. "He borrowed your bottle of bath fizzes by the way."

"Great." Eleanor replied.

"So then Draco gave me the password to come here."

"Right. Why didn't you just use my bathroom."

Blaises forehead wrinkled, "Huh, I didn't think of that."

The pair turned silently watching him roll the bottom of his black dressing gown up as he step over the candles. He was completely oblivious, maybe there was a big chance he wouldn't catch on. Eleanor held her breath in hope, she wasn't ready to come out to everyone yet and it was clear neither was Rodger.

Blaise let out an annoyed huff. "Why is the fucking floor covered in ca-"

He stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned on his heels to face the pair. His eyes flicked across the scene in front of him, their dripping cloths, worried faces and a floor covered in candles. Eleanor could've cried on the spot when he noticed their interlocked hands.

"Blaise.." She quietly said, cautiously stepping forward like he were an injured deer. They were so fucked.

Blaises hand smacked over his mouth as he eyes grew wide. "Holy fuck. You two were getting it on weren't you!" He exclaimed in the loudest voice possible.

"Blaise shut up!" Eleanor panicky hushed, her eyes darting to Rodger for any source of back up. He only smirked in response. "Blaise you have to promi-"

"You little minx, getting it on with a seventh year!"

"Blaise will you listen to me."

"Is this who you've been sneaking off with?"

"Blaise-"

"All this time you'd disappear saying you've got homework and really you've been shagging in the toilets!

"We are not shagging!"

"You, Davies. What are your intentions with my little Gray here."

"Oh for christ sake."

"I can let it slide if you two are serious but if you're using her as you can't pull anyone your own age-"

"Right, that's enough!" Eleanor interjected, "Rodger and I are a thing but it's early days and we don't want anyone to know yet!" She explained watching his face contort into a smirk.