MAUVE VIOTTO is in her sixth year at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a widely-loved Ravenclaw. She is a protector of those she cares about, and treats most people with relative kindness despite her sassy attitude. She's a free-spirit...
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The morning after is almost scary to wake up to. The sheets beside me are ruffled and empty, and a frown begins to tug on my lips when I notice it. Pushing my body up slowly, I rub my eyes as the annoying sun glares through the small creak in between my dark green curtains. I blink a few times, the memory of last night's conversation beginning to seep back into my head. My feet slip onto the floor, softly padding against the dark wooden floorboards as I make my way out of my room.
When I walk into the common room, I'm met with a very interesting sight. Mauve and Parkinson are stood in front of each other... having a civil conversation. My eyes dart around the room in confusion and when Mauve notices my presence, she smiles knowingly, almost in a sad manner. My eyebrows connect in concern as she begins walking towards him.
"Hey... is everything okay?" I question in confusion.
She nods slowly, "yeah.. I think it is." Her answer is vague, and the cautious feeling in my stomach doesn't settle when she shares a look with Parkinson. "Congrats, by the way. You two make a very cute couple."
My eyes widen, brows attaching in confusion. "W-what?"
Mauve only gives me a small nod before departing, not sparing another glance at anyone in the room. All of a sudden, I become aware of the heated, confused gazes from my friends who have been standing off to the side.
"Did.. what did she say?" I blink rapidly, still struggling to understand what just happened. Couple. She referred to Parkinson and I as a couple. We weren't a couple, not at all.
Theo scoffs. "Dude, that's messed up. When were you going to tell us?" He swats my shoulder semi-roughly.
The eyes in my head bulge out. "Tell her what? Mate, it's 7 in the morning on a Saturday. I'm fucking confused." I huff in frustration. My hand travels to my head, weaving through the small knots in my hair. For a moment, I feel like I'm still half-asleep.
Parkinson chooses this moment to speak up, bringing her arm in and interlocking it with mine like a hook. "Silly, he's talking about us dating!"
"Dating?!" I sputter out, my head snapping to hers. "We're not dating!"
Her grin falters, "yes we are, Draco. Don't be foolish."
"I never asked you out!" I shake my head, refusing to accept her words. I won't let her spread such lies around.
Parkinson shrugs. "You didn't have to," she replies. "We were going to anyways. Everyone knew that."
I shake my head again. "No, I— I wasn't— this wasn't supposed to happen." I groan in frustration. "Look, whatever you think is happening between us," I gesture between the two of us before peeling her arm off mine, "is wrong. We're not dating, we're not together. I don't like you." The words spill out rapidly and I watch as hurt spreads across her face. But frankly, I couldn't care less. The only person on my mind at the moment was Mauve. Mauve, Mauve, and Mauve. She's all I can think about right now.
