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In which a scarred girl tries to get over her parents death, she lets herself be comforted by her childhood friend, Theodore Nott.
What happens when she realizes that she wants more than friendship?
~post war~
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I woke up to a pounding in my head. As i come to my senses, I almost scream when I see Draco next to me.
And oh no, if it couldn't get any worse we were both completely naked.
This cannot be happening.
I jumped out of the satin sheets and scurried to get on new clothes
Shit ,we did do it.
I felt the dull aching between my legs and groaned inwardly, embarrassed of my actions and the consequences I knew it would have on Draco and my friendship.
I smacked the back of Draco's head to wake him up, earning a low groan back from him.
"What the fuck?" Draco said, immediately jumping up.
"Ew , please put some pants on." I said, almost gagging at the sight.
"Azrael, we did not have sex. Tell me we didn't."
I almost smacked myself in the head at my stupidity.
"Get out Draco, we can deal with this later."
He almost walked out, before I had to remind him to put on clothes.
I rolled my eyes, and basically shoved him out of my room.
I had to attend to my extreme hangover, and try to remember what even happened the previous night.
I groaned again, feeling the extreme headache. Deciding the pain was unbearable, I headed towards the kitchen, hoping Theo wasn't there.
Surprise, surprise. Look who it is.
He was staring at me. I could tell he was suppressing some emotion. The way his hand clenched around his coffee mug, making the veins pop out led me to believe he was angry with me.
"Uhm, g' morning." I said awkwardly, heading towards the coffee pot.
I'd deciding I was going to actually get coffee for myself , rather than making Rogo, the house elf do it for me.
I was waiting for a response from Theo, but only got a slight nod.
"Malfoy just headed out."
I tensed at the mention of his name.
"Seemed you two had a marvelous time while I went to check up on his mother."
"His mother?!" I asked, horrified.
"Did he not tell you? " Theodore seethed. "I assumed you were pity-fucking him to help him get over it." His eyes darkened, and i was scared that Theo would be mad, because I didn't know where our relationship stood.
He stood up and left the kitchen, making me feel guilty.
Guilty? You don't owe him anything. Fuck who you want.
