Pansy Parkinson

9

chapter 9

The 15 minutes' walk towards the Slytherin dorm were on of the worst of my life. 

I am making sure Pansy is keeping her voice down but at the same time I was trying not to punch her in the face. She is making a fucking fool of me. I am known for having a big mount but her words hurt me. She is drunk, so I know I should not believe the things he is saying. But deep down I am aware that a part of the things she is saying is true. I should not let it get to me but I care about what she thinks of me and it fucking hurts. So why am I still taking care of her? I have no bloody clue.

I am supporting her up the stairs into her dorm room. It looks a lot different from what I expected.

It is... cozy. 

The colours of her house are still very prominent but she still made it look warm. The pillows and blankets on her bed and bench together with the big carpet on the floor gives me a weird feeling of home and safety. A feeling I didn't expect to experience in the Slytherin house.

In the meanwhile Parkinson succeeded in using the bathroom while I was looking around. I asked her if she wanted to change clothes into some pyjamas but before I know it she takes off her clothes. I quickly turn around to give her some privacy. "Oh please, it is not like you haven't seen me naked." I roll my eyes but still able to smile. 

She crawls into her bed and places a quick spell to make her bed warm. I guess she is sober enough to be able to do that. 

I don't really know what to say or do. Do I wish her goodnight? Get angry at her for insulting me for the past 20 minutes? Don't overthink it, you just brought her to bed because she was drunk. Just turn around and leave. She is way to drunk to start a fight with.

"Um, I guess goodnight then. I will see you tomorrow." I turn around towards the door, ready to get back to the party and forget about tonight. 

"Please stay."

 What the fuck? 

Did she just ask me to stay after making a bloody fool of me the entire night?

"What do you mean." She turn around in her bed so she is facing me. "I just want you to stay." 

This is such a bad idea. "You had way to much to drink. Don't do things you will regret." The alcohol inside me makes it really hard to regret her. "I won't regret it. Just lay with me." I sigh, but keep looking at her. I know she is going to regret this in the morning.

"I swear Jones, otherwise I will get back to the party and drink more whisky." 

Even now she is able to make threats. 

I hate her. 

She doesn't leave me with many options. I will just stay with her until she falls asleep and then get back to my own room since I don't want to get killed tomorrow morning by her. 

"Okay, I will stay."

I take off my shoes and jacket and get into her bed. It feels even more comfy than it looks. She moves a bit lower and snuggles her head into my shoulder. I don't like physical touch but she is an exception. I brush her hair out of her face and before I know it her breath stabilises and I know she is asleep. Just one minute, then I will get back to my room. Only one minute... 

I would suggest checking out my other story on this page. It is a lot better, more slowburn but still got some good scenes;), is lot less shallow and I will upload a lot more and faster.  But I think I will still finish this one.