Unnatural Love

Chapter 14

"Bullshit."

I had walked through the green common room, stepping over the drunken bodies until I managed to the door. The corridors were pitch black, and the skies became cloudy, blocking the moons glare. I knew casting lumos would've been a bad idea, number one, because it's past hours, number two, I'm a Hufflepuff on Slytherin territory. So instead, I tripped up the flights of stairs, and traced the wall with my fingertips all the way up until the entrance of my common.

My feet instantly turned weak, my shoulders drop, and my mouth hitches open to breath rather than use my nose as soon as I stepped foot through the doors. No one was in the common room, but the fire still burned brightly, the flickering coals sending a spark of relaxation through my veins. The orange shadows cascaded the whole room, as if the whole room was just a bunch of flames.

I kicked my shoes off in front of the sofa before plopping down. My body coursed with nothing but tiredness, yet my eyes still strained open, with no indication of closing. My mind and vision focused mainly on the fire. Zoning out in thoughts of recent events.

I couldn't help but compare it with the flame.

Various shades of reds and oranges indicated the anger, and the violent thrusts of the actual flame itself indicated the bursts of shouts. The heat radiating from the said "argument", that's the side effects of the harsh comments, that's the feeling in your gut the makes you want to be turned inside out, that's the pain... for the wood. The wood underneath sticks with the fire, goes through the scorching pain, in hopes, that one day the fire will cool down, feel better. Chipping away day by day, hope turns to ash, nothing left but a shitty mess.

'He won't remember, stop thinking so much,' I told myself, watching the scenes replay in my head. By the redness of his eyes, he was definitely high, and previously seeing the left over residue of the line, I know for a fact he was doing coke. But what other drugs had he done? What else had he consumed before storming off to his room? When we first talked at the bar he looked fine, besides the smell of alcohol on his breath, everything seemed alright.

I stared at the steps longingly, wanting to go to my room, but my feet wouldn't carry me. I wished to stop thinking, let my mind be clear as I sleep away the memory, but I knew my dreams would re-invite the scenes. My eyes went for the light, looking at the, now, quickly moving grey clouds reveal the bright moon. I sat, wondering how many more hours it'd take until the the sun replaced the moons spot. Wondering how long it would be until Cedric strolled his way downstairs to come sit on his side of the couch.

Maybe he isn't even in his room, maybe he went with Cho, or some other lucky girl. Or maybe he was in his room, but knowing how he gets at parties, he probably won't wake until three in the afternoon.

Time seemed to tick faster at the thought of my bed. I wanted to sleep, but I felt too lazy to take the couple steps to my room. The thought of the squishy warm pillows was comforting enough at the time. Perhaps I should've stayed in the Slytherin common room. Crashed on the couch like I usually do, possibly. Or crossed over to Pansy's dorm instead. If not, stayed in Malfoy's room. No! I know we'd both regret that in the morning, and besides, he did say that he'd "curse" me if it were under different circumstances.

My glance changes back to the window, the clouds slowed, but now left a big opening for the sky and moon to peak through. The foggy blue-ish gray sky, was now a light smoky color. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me think, I mean, how long have I truly been sitting here? Why must time deceive you? How and why does time exist, why does the day fall to night, and the night grow to morning? Why must the days go on, and why must we continue living in it for years on end?