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Adventures at Hogsmeade

"Dad! Stop, please!" I beg as my father continues to ram his fist into my stomach.

I heave, choking on my tears and my wind getting knocked out me. I let out a sob still screaming, praying for anything to stop this pain.

"Wake up." Someone shakes me

"Wake up, Lia."

I gasp for air, rising from my pillow. My throat is raw as I look around realizing I am not at home but I'm a dorm room at Hogwarts. A boy's dorm room.

"It was just a dream," I sigh to myself, relieved.

"More like a nightmare," I hear my brother say, and I whip my head around to him.

"What the- who's room am I in?" I ask him.

"Malfoy's," He gestures to Draco who is leaning against his bathroom door frame, brushing his teeth. Wearing only sweatpants. What a sight to see.

"Why?"

"Well, last night you drank while you were high. And you got crossed and passed out. Malfoy carried you to his dorm. I came by this morning."

"Oh, thanks Dr- Malfoy," I tell him and swing my legs over the bed, my feet meeting the cold floor.

"Anytime Li- Rivers," He smirks then walks back into the bathroom.

I look down at what I'm wearing and see a Slytherin sweatshirt and oversized gray sweatpants.

"Who's clothes are these?" I question my brother, fearing I already know the answer.

"Malfoy's." He replies and gives me a lazy smile.

"Of course," I sigh, throwing my hands down. That means he probably put me in them, too.

"Don't worry, Lia. It's nothing I haven't see before," Malfoy comments as he makes his way out of the bathroom, sending me a wink.

"Fuck my life," I whisper to myself.

"Anyways, we already ate breakfast and
we're going to Hogsmeade, if you want to come along," Mattheo offers.

"Yeah, I'll come. Just let me get changed first," I accept.

"You're going to have breakfast, right," Draco asks me right as I'm to leave.

"My stomach is bothering me and I have a bad headache, I'll eat later," I lie through my teeth.

He sends me a quizzical look and I close his door.

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I throw on a black and green striped sweater and baggy jeans. Then I put my hair in a low messy bun and slip on black converse.

I make my way to the Slytherin common room to find all my friends sitting on the couches. Pansy has her head in Theo's lap as she lies down. Draco, Blaise, and Mattheo are sat in armchairs, chatting.

"Are we going?" I query, walking infront of the crackling fire.

They all look over at me and give me confused looks. "What?" I ask them.

"Nothing we just didn't hear you come over here," Blaise answers and begins to rise from his chair.

And with that, our group makes our way to Hogsmeade. Pansy and I immediately split away from the boys, shopping at boutiques and popular clothing stores.

We finally actually shop until we drop and meet the boys at the three broomsticks. Two butterbeers stand at two empty seats. Pansy takes the open one next to Theo, forcing me into the one next to Draco.

I send Pansy a glare and plop down onto the wood chair, my legs finally getting to rest. "What do you guys want for lunch? Well now it's linner but whatever," Theo questions the table, looking over the menu.

"Linner?" Pansy gasps, astonished with his new word.

"Yeah, lunch and dinner. Just put it together, you get linner," Theo tells her.

My stomach growls in response to food, thinking about the delicious buttery chicken and salted chips. I feel Draco stare at me, almost waiting for me to make an excuse. "I'm going to use the loo, you can order me one of the salads," I tell Mattheo, pushing my chair back.

I enter the girls bathroom several seconds later, the wooden floors creaking beneath me. I'm so fat the floors can barely hold me, I think. A few seconds after running my frozen hands under hot water, the door swings open.

I see it is Malfoy and continue to hold my hands under the water, ignoring him. A moment of silence passes before I speak, "What are you doing in the here?"

"I need to use the toilet," He smirks. I scoff. "What are you doing to your hands?" He asks.

"They're cold, I'm warming them up," I respond, still not looking at him. I turn off the faucet and dry off my hands, missing the warmth of the water.

"And why is that, Lia? Is it because you haven't been eating enough? Because you don't have enough fat on your body to keep you warm, to keep your blood circulating?"

"Stop, I eat just fine," I declare and he takes a step towards me as I lift my head to look at him. He's so close now I can feel his hot breath on my skin.

"I know what's going on in that messed head of yours. You're not as slick as you think, at least to me."

"Don't forget you're the one who made me relapse," I tell him, knowing it's a lie, knowing I would have relapsed anyway.

"So you admit it?" He smirks at me, tilting his head.

"Fuck you," I grit.

"Let me help you, Lia. Please," He begs me.

"It's too dangerous. If it weren't, you wouldn't have broken up with me."

"That doesn't mean I still don't love you."

I roll my eyes, trying to escape him, as he has me cornered against the sink, his arms trapping me against him. But then he does a thing I don't suspect. His warm, soft lips crash into mine, eagerly. I immediately respond by allowing him access, sliding my tongue against his.

A moan escapes my lips as he tugs my head closer to him by my hair. I grind my hips against his, eager for more. He suddenly breaks away, his lips still hovering over mine, them leaving a minty taste in my mouth. My lips start to tingle and he grabs my bottom one with his teeth, and then lets go.

"Please," He begs once more and all I can do is nod as he plants a kiss on my forehead. And I am left breathless as the door shuts behind him.