Lorelina, Lina for short, doesn't have many friends at hogwarts. That being, because she has more friends in dept of the black lake then she does on land. Sirens normally hate the land, but Lina begged her father to let her go.
As long as nobody fo...
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𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒔;
"What the hell!" Draco argued as I pushed him out of my bathroom, my eyes starting water.
He can't find out, he just can't.
When he was finally out, my legs were forced together and I tried to use the door handle as leverage, dumb idea, because the door handle fell out. I went toppling to the floor, a gasp leaving my lips.
Now I have a headache.
And my door handle is broken.
Oh my goodness, I was about to burst into sobs. "You can't come in!"
"Why the fuck not?" He shouted through the door, and I was grabbing a towel to dry me off. "Lina, what is with you? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable—"
"You didn't!" My breathing was heavy and unstable, worry settling inside my chest. Once I was completely dried off, and my legs returned, I laid on the floor and just tried to catch my breath. "You can—come in."
When he tried to pull the other door handle, it popped off, and Draco let out a loud sigh. "Lina, why is the door handle broken?"
"I don't know," I lied, watching him pull the door from the circle, and when it was opened, he saw me on the floor. "I'm sorry."
He shook his head, "I don't understand. What happen?"
"I just— thought something was gonna happen." I started to get up as he helped me, grabbing my booty again and pulling my body up to his. "Did I hurt you when I pushed you? I'm sorry—"
"Darling, I'm fine." He brought me back to the bed, and laid me down, but I grew confused when he turned off my lights and crawled back into bed with me. He's staying? "Is this okay?"
"You're— you're gonna stay?" I whispered, feeling him hold me against him.
He nodded, "Yes. If it's okay with you. I don't want to leave you alone after we were intimate," he slid a hand into my curls, and I began to grow more tired as he massaged my scalp. "Lina, can you promise me something?"
I shook my head, and mumbled, "Yeah."
"If Makayla ever tells you something about a bet, you'll give me a change to explain, okay?" He looked at me with a pained expression, my eyebrows furrowing. His lips kissed the top of my head, "Promise me that before you hate me I can get a change to explain even if you'll never forgive me."
"Forgive? Draco, I don't understand— I would never hate you—"
"You will, Love. You will," he kissed my nose next, tingles spreading through my body. "And I'm sorry. I am. I just wanted to make my father proud," his eyes were searching everything on my face, and I was never more confused in my life. "But I don't care anymore, okay? You're too pure for this world."
What is he saying? I don't understand. I was half asleep, but now I'm wide awake and so is he. "Why do you want to make your father proud?" Doesn't his father hit him too?
"Because no matter what," he pushes my curls through his hand, making me feel good. "I will never be good enough for him. So I just— wanted to make him proud."
"How?"
He gulped, "Someone said they have a siren," my entire body stilled, "But I was stupid to fall for it. They're not real, Lina. I know that now."
I buried my face in the crook of his neck, "They aren't real." I'm such a bad person.
—
"But what if I could?" I asked Blaise and Theo, pushing a book in front of them. "I wanna be a normal person."
Blaise shook his head, "Lina, you're gonna fuck around with magic about your own body, and screw up, big time."
Theo opened the book, flipping through the pages. "I have to agree with Blaise. You don't want this, you just don't want Draco to find out."
Okay, maybe they're right. What am I saying? I don't want to take away my tail, but I could be dead in the next week, if not, sooner. It's been two weeks since my sister came here now, and if I don't come home soon, she'll come back on land and drag me there. If she told father I sang my song, I'll be dead.
My cheeks warmed up, turning a crimson red. "I can't keep doing it anymore," I whispered. "I've been sleeping with contacts in for the last two weeks, Blaise. I can't shower with him, I can't—"
"I know, it sucks," he pointed out, making my frown deepen. "But thats just who you are, Lina. You can't change just because of Malfoy, and if I were you, I wouldn't. He doesn't stay with one girl, either way, you're gonna end up hurt."
Oh.
Slowly, I stood out of the chair, walking out, ignoring their calls. That's the second person to say that, and I can't help but want to cry about it. Doesn't stay with one girl. What's wrong with just me? Why can't it be just me?
When I was walking to Draco's dorm, I entered the common room to see Makayla, and when she saw me, she just started laughing.
I don't get it.
Why does she hate me? She's hated me since I met her. I was about to enter the hallway to the boys dormitory, but her voice stopped me.
"You're such a funny little game."
I turned around, confused. "I haven't played a game today?"
Her smile widened, "Whatever. Go run back to your bitch boy, he's in his dorm waiting on you." She was smirking, why was she smirking?
Slowly, I made my way to his dorm, and opened the door. But he wasn't here, he wasn't in his dorm, and I began to grow more confused. I searched in his bathroom, I searched everywhere in his dorm which isn't very much space.
Until I looked beside his bed on the floor.
A pair of underwear, that I know isn't mine because I can't afford that.
Can't be just one girl.
Have I been blind this whole time? Has he always been doing this? Oh my, my chest felt like it was about to ache. It does ache. More than anything in the world right now besides my heart.
I felt so ugly. I— did lots of things with him. I've done everything with him that I've never done with anybody else.
But of course, now I feel desperate. Because as soon as one boy shows me attention I have to do everything with him? In the time span of three months? I'm such a horrible person. My.. my body. Was just a little game.
I didn't get it at first, because nobody has ever used the word like that. But she meant that I was the one getting played with. I was the one getting toyed with, and I was the one who was so blind.
It felt like I couldn't breathe. Are they Makaylas? She knew they were in here.
Oh my, I felt Patrick squeeze me a little tighter, a form of his hug and I silently walked back to my dorm. But eventually, I went back to the lake, to see what my punishment was.
