Professor Malfoy

6 | bathrobe

Chapter 6
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This is one of the nights when I can try however much I want, nothing will make me sleep peacefully like Pansy on the bed next to mine.

I have no idea for how long I've been forcing my eyelids to finally soften while closed, but the night looks still young. The Moon is in Waning Gibbous, but still, its amount of light is illuminating the windowsills of our dorm, creating a peaceful and ethereal atmosphere.

All I hear is Pansy's soft breath going in and out. After she ran into our room where I was having some private time with Theo, she hasn't stopped mocking me until she fell asleep. I don't know what her deal is, she's probably just jealous a bit.

I let out a loud sigh and stand up from my bed to hop into Pansy's. Her mattress has always been softer and more comfortable than mine, which is unfair, but this is Hogwarts. I've gotten used to it by now. Some say that with Dumbledore as a headmaster, there was a complete Slytherin slander. He never let our house win the House cup, it was almost always Gryffindor. This is one of the many reasons I'm grateful for Snape. He is cold and unreachable, but he takes great care of us and doesn't see us as villains.

I lean over Pansy's sleeping body and inhale her vanilla body cream. No matter where I am, this person will always feel like home to me. I lower my head to lay on her shoulder. The thick strands of her raven black shoulder cut hair tingle my skin.

"I'll take a little walk, okay?" I know she hears me, because her inhale gets suddenly louder.

"Mhm...be safe."

Normally, I'd beg her to go with me. She usually does, because I'm scared to go through the castle at night, alone. She's too, of course, but when we're together, we feel like nothing can ever happen to us. Nothing. But this time, I leave her get some beauty sleep and walk over to my dresser.

For years, we've been suffering the Slytherin's cold dorms surrounded by stone walls and poorly sealed windows, from where most of the chill air enters. Just at the end of last year, we decided to heat our room with small fire that we now conjure into the air every night before sleep. It warms up the room just perfectly, allowing us to sleep in only thin T-shirt's and underwear.

To not be completely bare skinned on my lower body, I wrap myself in a white fluffy bathrobe. I leave our dorm and go through an empty common room with fire cracking from the huge fireplace. The comfortable couch in front of it is luring me to lay there, but I continue through the entrance door, headed to the Astronomy tower.

I hope there won't be anyone. It's mine and Pansy's safe place, where we go when we don't want to be bothered. Although once, we walked in on a Hufflepuff couple having role play sex. I still have the image in my head.

It's also a place where I usually meet Helena.
I remember when in third year, my "boyfriend"broke up with me for another girl. It's funny to me now, but it was a huge deal in my life that time. I was crying in the abandoned girls bathroom on the second floor when she came and comforted me. I'll never forget what she said to me that day:

"Boys are just toys, Louise. They can't play you, it's you who plays with them."

Although we don't meet often, I think she had a deal in shaping me into who I am now.

"What's wrong? Bad dreams again?" She asks me and sits on a windowsill.

"No, not at all. I'd gladly take that bad dream..." I mumble and sit next to her. Her cold presence calms my mind.