The Girl Who Lived

Light, Love & Late Nights

June 16th, 1996

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"DAPHNE, GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

"Harry, I'm a fucking lesbian! Do you think I care about seeing your balls?"

A pause of silence and then the screaming started again.

"Wait. You're gay? Oh wait. I DON'T CARE. GET OUT OF MY ROOM, DAPHNE. I DON'T WANT YOU LOOKING AT ME NAKED!"

"NOBODY LIKES SEEING YOU NAKED ANYWAY!"

Someone slammed a door and all of a sudden, the house went quiet again.

It had been a lovely morning until Daphne and Harry decided to bang on the doors and scream and wake everybody up. Elena had been planning on sleeping in this morning but apparently Daphne and Harry just had to get into a bloody screaming match.

She rolled over in the thick sheets and as she did, there was an arm draped over her stomach. She followed the arm all the way to the shoulder, neck and head and saw Malfoy sleeping soundly beside her. He clearly hadn't been affected by Harry's balls or Daphne's coming out.

I need to pee.

Elena didn't want to wake him up, especially since he stayed awake because of a stupid nightmare she had last night. She never has them when he's sleeping beside her but when she went upstairs to speak to Sirius about the secrets that Mrs Weasley had blurted out, at the end of their talk, Sirius said Draco would sleep on the small couch in her room, at the end of her bed. His feet and head barely fit but he made no complaints while he tossed and turned with a knit blanket thrown over him.

She had woken up screaming but not alone. Malfoy had moved into the bed with her and held her for a long time while she calmed down and remembered the difference between reality and a horrible nightmare. She guessed he had stayed in bed with her after she had the nightmare.

Elena gently took his arm and tried lifting it, just enough to free herself but he clamped down harder and pulled her body closer to him. He groaned and muttered something she didn't understand and nuzzled his face into her messy hair.

"I'm going to pee, I need to use the loo." Elena whispered.

Draco made a noise from the back of his throat and shook his head. "Too comfortable. Will die if you move."

"I'll throw you a fun funeral then." Elena finally moved his arm and he slumped onto his stomach as she stood up, adjusting her nightgown.

It was a skimpy thing, something Daphne had suggested Elena pack for the weekend. She brought more of them, in all different colors but last night, she had picked the soft blue one that barely brushed the middle of her thighs and had thin straps and delicate lace near the top. It was nothing less than beautiful but if Sirius or Remus, hell, even Harry, saw Elena wearing this, they would crucify her.

Elena walked over to the armoire and opened the second drawer from the top. She grabbed a pair of black spandex shorts and slid them on underneath the nightgown and moved towards the t-shirt Malfoy had left on the small couch. It was a band t-shirt, sort of like the ones she wears but his was bigger and smelled like him.

Elena glanced at the bed and he was wide awake now, staring at her body as she lifted the nightgown above her head and tossed it to the floor. He swallowed the lump in his throat quite roughly, trying to not say a word about the fact that she had nothing underneath the nightgown.

Her breasts were on full display, perky and beautiful. He wouldn't lie and say he hadn't pictured what was underneath her shirt at times but fucking Saints-