Fraises et chocolat (English version)

Chapter 1

Pov Jane

I don't know what exactly was celebrated that day, or rather, I don't remember. There was a kind of party in the Slytherin common room, perhaps for the victory of a Quidditch match, obviously reserved only for the students of that house. We tried to resist the temptation, but we couldn't. Me, Harry and Ron couldn't bear the idea of ​​getting bored knowing that in the meantime those filthy snakes were celebrating, whatever was to be celebrated. We decided to find a way, any one, to infiltrate the Common Room, but we couldn't think of anything, so we kept looking at the crackling fire in front of us. Of course Hermione was against all this but, perhaps moved by our disappointed and bored faces, she proposed to help us. After at least half an hour of discarded ideas from the start, we remembered Harry's invisibility cloak. How stupid not to think about it first. It couldn't have been simpler even though we honestly didn't really believe it would work. So we dressed quickly and went down to the basement. There was a strong smell of alcohol and I did not mind at all. Indeed, the closer we got, the more drunk students were seen lying on the ground in a futile attempt to recover. Getting in was easier than expected and to our surprise we saw that other students from other homes had the same idea as us enjoying the party. The Slytherins had done a really good job, from the outside in fact it was not possible to hear the screams of the boys or the music at full volume, which however came into the open once, after having made their way through dozens of people, it was possible to cross the entrance. They had, in practice, cast some spell to keep the noise out of the walls of the room. The music was so loud that I didn't understand anything, I just noticed that they kept passing me glasses full of what I think was incendiary whiskey mixed with something unidentifiable but very strong indeed. After a short time I lost Harry, Ron and Herm and found them very difficult to find because of all I had been drinking. Suddenly, while I was wandering around the room looking for the boys, I felt something rising from my stomach and I ran in search of the first bathroom available. As soon as I saw a free one I went into it and ... in reality, after all, I hardly remember anything: just me throwing up and then all of a sudden a hand that grabbed my hair and brought it back to help me and then , immediately after, get back on my feet slowly but without effort. As soon as I regained my balance, I turned around and, despite the confusion in my mind, it took me a moment to recognize him. Blond hair, a little tousled, icy eyes and a slightly gloomy expression. It could only be Malfoy. His elegant style contrasted the atmosphere of the party which was anything but refined. Yet, for a moment, when I recognized him, the music, the screams and everything else disappeared. But they came back when he spoke to me to ask if I was okay and if I wanted him to bring me something. His voice betrayed his sound sober, but I doubt he was drunk enough to come and help me, Potter's best friend. Could he not recognize me? No, impossible he had called me by name, or rather, by surname. Absurd, too much to think about reduced in that state.

I don't know what time it was but it seemed very late. She persuaded me to go back to my room and even insisted on accompanying me given my status. Although he was also a bit tipsy, I accepted, on the other hand he was definitely better placed than me. Leaving the room and getting to the Gryffindor tower without making a noise was a challenge. I don't know how many times I've risked slipping and falling, although luckily Malfoy always caught me before I hit the ground. The Common Room was deserted, and anyone who wasn't at the Slytherin party had been in bed for a while. As soon as we arrived I didn't really want to go to bed, even though the alcohol in my body had already started to kick in for a while, so since Malfoy didn't seem to really want to go back to the celebrations, we sat in the comfortable armchairs. purple, I wrapped in a red blanket and he in front of me with his legs crossed. It took a couple of endless minutes before one of them decided to speak and that was me. Given my condition, I was unable to think about the best way to have a conversation with Malfoy, who was staring indifferently into space and tapping his fingers nervously on the arm of the chair, so I asked him the first question that came to me. mind.

"Malfoy, why are you so nice to me tonight. I mean it's me, the Scarfed's best friend. Did you get guilty by chance? "

He gave me a bored look with his dull gray eyes that froze me for a moment and, almost reluctantly, answered my question. "No guilt, Allen, I thought it best to get you out of that place before you passed out. It would have been a big mess to explain to McGonagall why you were in another dorm. Ah, and if you can't stand alcohol, avoid drinking too much, you idiot. "

"Yeah, sure Malfoy. Surely you would have been sorry to see me pass out in the midst of all those people. And for the record, I can handle alcohol very well, tonight I just overdid it, that's all. Rather, since I've recovered enough why don't we go back to the party? "

My request bothered him a lot. I didn't understand why.

"No, I don't feel like it. Don't insist. "

Had I heard right? Draco Malfoy who didn't want to celebrate. There had to be an explanation.

"You who keep away from a party. This thing is new to me. What happened Malfoy? "

He didn't answer right away, it was like looking for an excuse to give me not to continue partying.

"I saw something I didn't want to see. And now please no more questions, my head hurts. "

In fact, my head had started to ache too.