Enough for You

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This chapter contains mature themes: 18+. Readers discretion is advised.
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I HATE this bloody train. Every year its the same thing; loud, dirty, and crammed. I think to myself as I am awoken for the second time by the friends in our carriage at the end of the train.

I didn't get much sleep last night. My argument with Fred was wracking my mind, hitting every nerve and making me think of him non-stop. The tension I had with him was something I've never encountered with anyone before, it was bad. I couldn't stop thinking about what might have happened if I hadn't closed the door on him, but its not like I stayed around long enough to know.

I was tossing and turning all night, and when my moms watch finally showed the little brass arm swing to 6:00a.m I sprung out of the thin sheets of the room, and started on my way down Diagon Alley. I didn't want to face him that morning, the running away was easy but the leaving was hard. I didn't want to go...but I knew it would be best for the both of us if I did.

I opened my eyes for a split second to see Daphne, Millie, and Blaise sitting across from me laughing and snorting at how obnoxious Theo's snores were.

"Stop being so bloody loud, you arses." I tiredly said as I slouched my head onto Pansy's shoulder, on my right, and fell back asleep to the muffled laughs of the other Slytherins in the cart.

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The second time I woke up on the train was like I had shifted to completely different reality than before. All of my friends in the cart were either asleep; Pansy, and Blaise spread across the opposite bench, or had departed like Daphne and Millie, probably to visit others they haven't seen all summer.

Rubbing my eyes, I turn my attention to the large glass window on my right. Leaning over Pansy, I watched as the front of the red and black train came into view on the round bridge we were coasting over.

"We're almost there, about a half hour or so left." A groggy voice from my left startled me as I thought I was the only one awake. Turning around to face the character, I realize Theo was now awake reading a book. Without making eye contact I watch as he slouches down further in the seat taking one hand and attempting to stretch the suddenly tight fabric of his black dress pants, although it didn't really seem to help.

"The pants too small Nott?" I laugh while yawning.

"Woke up like this Rowle...What did you want me to do?" he says, adverting his eyes to look at me over the cover of his book.

"Wha- Oh! Shit! Sorry!" I mutter, jaw hanging low as I try to stifle my laugh with my hand. Still giggling I lean in closer to Theo. "Need a hand Nott?" I ask while placing my other hand on his inner thigh, slowly moving it upwards.

Before my hand is able to travel it's way up to the bulge tightening his pants, he grabs my wrist and mutters a quick "Not here Rowle" before throwing his book down on the blue velour seat and leading us out of the carriage. As he grips my arm, I trail behind him and watch as he peaks his head into compartments and wiggles the door knobs of locked ones. It seems the narrow train is much more packed than the previous years.

Making our way closer to the middle of the train he stops for a moment to glance back at me, an eager look present in his sunken eyes.

"Bathroom?" he asks licking his lips and rubbing his thumb over mine.

"Bathroom." I say nodding as he begins to lead us towards the nearest boy's lavatory, clearly struggling to walk normal.

*SQUEAK*