Suck me off

Cold as you

The timeline is fucked up I'm so very sorry she's actually been at Hogwarts for a few 
weeks now

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Delia

Even though I've known him for a few hours weeks and some days, I never thought it would hurt this much. I should get over myself. We were never in a relationship, I shouldn't be upset. I never trusted him anyway.

Time slows down
He notices me
His eyes plead guilty
Her eyes plead pleasure
I don't think we can go back
I run

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I run until I can't anymore, my lungs burning from inhaling all the cold night air and it's memories, not letting any stray tears skew my vision, trying to aimlessly process the scene I just walked into without throwing up dinner. I thought he actually cared. Stupid bitch.

I eventually wander aimlessly, considering heading over to the library to work on assignments, but realising it's almost midnight, and I need to sleep. In the distance, a cat and it's irritating snitch of an owner would find me, and I'd be forced to go back to my mother.

Eventually, I slowly make my way back to the dormitory to confront Pansy, because how much more fucked up could this night be anyway.

I try to inch open the door in an effort to not disturb the peace, but it won't budge. Odd, thin trails of smoke escape from under the strong door, maybe she's in trouble! All my strength can't move it an inch, so I'm forced to use magic.

With a flick of my wand I tread into a horror scene... Broken bottles litter the floor, smashed cigarettes still burning dappled holes into the floorboards, smoke and empty drug bottles everywhere. And Pansy - alone on the floor, thrust in between all the trash like a fucking trophy, barley breathing.
Daphne must have spent the night at Blaise!

Without even thinking about the past night and it's events I rush in on instinct, checking her weak pulse for any sign of life. "Shit, stay with me, Pans." I whisper into the empty air. Damn it it's all my fault, why did I leave??

I rush into the common room to find someone, anyone to help me carry her up to Madame Pomfrey, and luckily Theo is sitting by the fire, for some reason. "THEO!" He jumps at my scream and faces me from across the room. "Get your ass up here and help me! ITS PANS!" He runs inside and also, barley bothered by the smell, manages to pick her up without any struggle, like a damsel in distress.

He rushes her up to the medical wing, kissing her hair and murmuring words of encouragement. I focus on cleaning the dormitory. It takes hours, but luckily I manage to clear most things away, to distract myself from Pansy's condition. Nothing else matters. Not even our fight.

And then I sit with my back against the cobbled wall. Disassociating every other coherent thought, I contemplate why I ever thought I could trust him.

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Draco

I knew I'd fuck it up eventually.

Astoria has a way around me, no matter what I do she pushes and pushes and pushes until I'm drunk enough to obey her. I hate that I can never stop her, that she holds this power over my head. I hate her. But I can never get enough of her. And now I've ruined the one chance I ever had of a healthy, true relationship. Fuck my life.