Clandestine | Theodore Nott

Confessions

Starla had miraculously fallen back asleep after she assaulted Malfoy and had that strange talk with him about the nightmares. She groaned, her headache was even worse than it had been at four A.M. and she felt like throwing up. Her hair was still a bit wet, and when she turned over her face met a damp pillow. She scrunched her nose in disgust and sat up.

It was very dark in her room, Draco, the person she now considered a saint, had closed her curtains—even though they were underwater, a considerable amount of light always shone through. His blanket and pillow were still on her couch where he had left them.

Starla stood up while massaging her temples, she stumbled across her room to her closet, picking out a pair of jeans and a navy sweater, not really caring what she wore to breakfast.

She didn't remember anything from the night before, well, except for the fact that she had snogged Adrian, which Draco had told her. As she forced her brain to recollect something, anything, she suddenly remembered male voices talking about Jesus. She frowned, she must have been imagining it.

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Theodore's head snapped up from his breakfast as Starla sat herself down in front of him in the Great Hall. He laughed, unable to resist. Starla glared at him.

"You don't feel so good, do you?" he chuckled.

"I do not, no."

They were the only people from their friend group currently seated at that table. Starla took hold of a porcelain mug and poured a generous amount of coffee into it.

"Do you have any clue of how much you drank last night?" smirked Theo, placing his mug down on the table firmly.

"None," she shook her head.

"We were afraid someone had spiked you. You never get drunk that easily."

"Well it's not my fault I'm not immune to alcohol like you."

"Be grateful that I am, I was the one carrying your legs when we were walking back to your dorm."

Her face fell completely. "Excuse me?"

"Yes, yes, it was most challenging. Blaise says he has a muscle ache in his arms."

"I'm not that heavy, am I?"

"Of course not. You're light as a feather. As for Blaise... well, he's just weak."

"Hm... but he's on the Quidditch team," she couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious.

"Yes. But Draco and I are too, you're not heavy. I swear," his expression softened a fraction.

She nodded, feeling a bit better. He narrowed her eyes a bit before changing the topic.

"You're very amusing when drunk, do you know that?" he smiled.

"Amusing how?"

"You're more... abnormal."

"Shut it," she laughed.

"Love, you almost started bawling your eyes out when we were shouting at you."

Love. Theodore regretted saying it a split second after it came out of his mouth. Or did he? Maybe he wanted to call her love.