Birdie

Chapter 8

TW: ALCOHOL WARNING! (It's just teenagers getting drunk, but if you are affected by the mention of alcohol and or getting drunk then you can skip this chapter :) )

Violet's PoV:

"No idea what you're talking about."

Never before had a sentence muttered by Crabbe kept me up at night staring at the ceiling. I seemed to be doing that a lot recently. Damn you, Draco Malfoy. Surely Crabbe just wasn't a part of the bet. He also thought Izzy and I were patrolling in his room so the bet probably slipped his dumb mind.

But still... some part of me ached for his words to be true. But why would Draco lie? He probably didn't want to admit that he actually wanted to kiss me. Loser. My reputation would be more damaged than his for Merlin's sake! He goes around kissing everything with a pulse. Of course, it didn't mean anything.

A pang of guilt ran through me whenever I remembered I would be seeing Draco with pink hair. I comforted myself by thinking he brought it upon himself. Even if this wasn't a stupid bet, he still told me it was. Serves him right.

I snapped back into reality and watched contentedly from the window seat as the moon shone light onto the Black Lake.

"Pink or red?" Molly stood in front of the floor-length mirror taking turns holding two different mini dresses up to her frame. She turned to me with a look that told me this was the most difficult decision of her life.

"Red." Izzy and I answered in sync. It was the obvious choice.

Molly rolled her eyes at our reflection in the mirror and smiled as she threw the pink dress to the floor. Great. Our floor already looked like the quidditch game today had taken place in our room.

Hufflepuff's quidditch team had beaten Gryffindor so I was being forced to go to the celebration party. I usually didn't mind parties but I knew that some Slytherins would be there tonight so they too could celebrate Gryffindor's loss. And that meant facing Draco.

"You don't have to talk to him," Izzy commented as if she was reading my mind as she slid rings onto her fingers. "I'll kick him in the balls if he even looks at you."

Oh, what I'd pay to see that.

"Wouldn't it be such a shame to end the Malfoy line?" I remarked with a snort. Imagining pink Draco with Izzy's high heel connecting with his balls made me realise life was worth living.

"I don't have anything to wear," I mumbled grudgingly as I searched through my side of the wardrobe for any sign of a dress.

With a sigh, I pinned to face the girls. Izzy had a bobby pin perched between her teeth and was unsuccessfully zipping up Sarah's dress. 

"Breathe in." Izzy mumbled around the bobby pin to Sarah before plucking it from her mouth to say to me, "Wear my dark blue dress, you know, the one that I wore to the Gryffindor party last week."

"You don't want to wear green for Draco?" Molly chirped teasingly from her cross-legged position on her bed. In one hand was a compact mirror she was holding up to the light and in the other was a mascara wand.

"Very funny." I retorted as I began to dismantle the mountain in Izzy's side of the wardrobe to find her a creased midnight blue dress. Setting it down on my bed, I grasped my wand and muttered a spell so all the creases would iron out.

"Ironic coming from you, Molly," Sarah said through a tight breath as Izzy completed the task of sliding the zip on her dress all the way up. "Considering you're the one who wants to hookup with him."

Ugh, this again. The annoyance that fills my body whenever this subject gets brought up is another type of irritation entirely. How could she want to sleep with him?