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"Come on, let's get you to bed, alright?" "Yours?"
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12.49 am
It was already past midnight, but the group of friends didn't want to split yet. "Do you have some food?" Asked Scarlett. "Haven't you had dinner?" Stated Draco, annoyed. "Well, yes, but I'm hungry".
"We could go get something from the school kitchens." Jokes Blaise.
"You know what? That's a wonderful idea!" "But.. I was joking."
"You're crazy, if someone found out, you'd lose points." "So..?" "So?" Mocked the blonde sarcastically.
"You know what, you should come too, Malfoy, to verify no one finds out." "Not a chance, Jones."
After some bickering in the common room there were only Y/n and Blaise. "Do I have to feel bad?" "Nah, we're the lazy ones, ma'am." "Hell, yeah we are."
After two minutes of thinking about it, Y/n asked: "Blaise, do you know where Lorenzo's room is?" "Yes, up the stairs, first door on the left." "Thanks." "You sure you wanna go? He wasn't in his best mood earlier.." "Oh, I just have to tell him something." The boy raised his hands up in surrender.
The girl got up and ran up the stairs, following Blaise's instructions. She knocked two times on the first door on the left, but nobody answered. She was sure he was there, she could hear some loud music. She knocked again and again, and finally someone opened the door.
Lorenzo Berkshire was standing there, water dripping from his hair to his bare chest, arriving at his pj's sweatpants.
"What do you want?" He asked bitterly, leaning on the door with his arm crossed. His tone woke the girl up from her thoughts about the boy's body.
"So? Why are you here?" "I just wanted to give you your sweatshirt back." "The one you got on, you say?"
"Uhm.. Yes, I've got a t-shirt underneath." "That's all you wanted to do?" "I think so."
The girl took the sweater off, and handed it to him. "It's cold tonight. Keep it on." "No, really, take it back." "I said keep it on."
His eyes were not really angry, but more disappointed. She didn't even want to keep his sweater. She didn't want anything to do with him.
"Lorenzo, please I don't want to owe you anything.." "Owe me anything? Do you think that's why I gave you the sweater?" "I didn't say that." "You don't owe me anything, Y/n. Now, put the sweater on."
