𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

Luna Lovegood wasn't a gossiper and I assumed that's due to the fact that she lacks friends -- whatever the reason the younger girl had behind not telling everyone about what she had seen I was beyond grateful.

I couldn't bring myself to threaten her to remain quiet about the situation. Luna was such a sweetheart and if she told someone I knew it wasn't evil intentions behind it.

"Really can't believe that we lost." Blaise grumbled underneath his breath with a sneer. Slytherin lost to Gryffindor pretty bad, I didn't know what they were expecting when all of the okay players we had pulled out the last minute.

With being so.... distracted I really had not
been able to focus entirely on the Qudditch match but the few parts that I did catch onto embarrassed me as a Slytherin.

Theodore seethed, "Me too. Granger must've sucked Weasley off real nice prior to the game because that's the best he's ever played."

"Granger?"

Both boys looked at me when I defensively spoke out with my eyebrows pinched together.
Hearing my friends say that she was the reason behind that bubbled my anger up.

"Who else would've done it?" Jennifer hummed with disgust laying on her face. "Surely someone who lacks common sense."

I agreed, "Surely."

The weekend had passed and it was now Monday morning. Gryffindors were gloating about their win this weekend and boasting up Ron for his skills in the game.

And that was horrible for me -- every time someone brought up his name, the events that occurred that morning replayed visually in my head. My lips lower a bit as I remembered the soft feeling of his lips and the warm taste of them. How good his tongue felt against mine.

How long would I have let that continue if Luna hadn't interrupted us? Flutters erupted in my stomach at the replaying of the event. Kissing was not particularly my thing, it made things more intimate and uncomfortable in my opinion. The five times that I have had sex it wasn't intimate so there wasn't much kissing.

Unfortunately, I lost my virginity during my fourth year to the infamous Graham Montague after he decided on asking me to the Yule ball. And he's the only person besides Warrington-- one of my fifth year flings--that I've gone there with and I really do regret it.

I merely shook my head at those thoughts about Ron; this wasn't acceptable. I found myself thinking about him much more than I really should and that wasn't good. I needed to keep my priorities in check and thinking about him wasn't going to work out.

"How about we all hang out at Nott's place after Christmas?" Blaise suggestion pulls me out of my head and I look at him. "And we all could spend the new years together."

My house wasn't an option for hanging out other than the Christmas party. My father is under the extremely misogynistic impression that I am allowing one of the boys to stick their hands or worse down my pants. Therefore he doesn't allow them to come over our home and throws a fit when I go to theirs.

A smirk pulled my lips up. "Yeah, you two would like that wouldn't you?"

A perfect chance for them to celebrate a holiday with an kiss and blame it on that simple tradition. Theodore laughed loudly while puckering up his lips, Effie and Blaise rolled their eyes in sync.

"Whatever, your only taunting us because Malfoy does not give you the time or day anymore." Blaise quickly brushed me off.

"Doesn't give you the time or day either." I reminded while shaking my head.