Saccharine, a Draco Malfoy Fanfic

Chapter Nine

I woke up and felt a wave of nausea hit me like a truck. I rushed to the bathroom and let all of last night out in one go. I groaned and leaned against the wall, squinting at the sun making the room so bright.

"Oh, good afternoon sunshine. I have a present for you," Willow says from the door of the bathroom, holding a bag. Inside it were pain meds, a bagel, and some water.

"Merlin, you're a fucking life saver," I say as I pour three tablets into my palm. I take the pills and down half the water bottle.

"Why wasn't I made aware that you were dating Cedric Diggory?" Willow asks, checking themselves out in the mirror.

"We aren't," I say simply, a little confused as I stand and sit on the toilet lid.

"Why does everyone think you guys are, then?" My mind wandered to last night and maybe I can see why they might have thought that. I would have thought the same thing.

"I donno," I say instead, and they look at me like im stupid. My face heats up, and once again I remember the way his hands felt on my waist-

"If I have to talk to Cedric Fucking Diggory myself to discover the answer to this great mystery, Reagan, so help me Merlin, I will beat the shit out of you." I sigh and stand up, pulling my hair into a scrunchie so it's out of my face.

"We may have danced a little last night," I say noncommittally. Okay, it was a little bit more than that but I deem that to be enough information before I change the subject.

"I'm rich," I say simply, as if stating the weather. Im standing in the middle of our room and decide to skip the rest of today's classes in favor of cleaning our dorm.

"Uh… Reagan." they say, clearly uncomfortable with telling me that i am in fact poor, because they are not.

"No, I mean I am. I have inherited a fortune from my dead parents, as well as a manor. I wrote to my parents about it, but they can't take control of it because of shit written in a will or something. That's why Lucius Malfoy wanted to speak with me. I'm filthy rich and just went to a pureblood party and got absolutely smashed." I say, and Willow is staring at me like I have two heads.

"Interesting," They say, and only when they get serious am I able to see the resemblance with them and their rich pureblood family. Collected, poised, on the top. They have a slight quirk in their brow as they always do when they're thinking. I worry I told them too much too fast.

"Yeah… I want to see the manor in person. Me and Dumbledore spoke on the matter and he is assisting me with managing the sudden influx of things as well as my parents. We need to fix the manor up so they can live in it, until we can build them their own or something. Anything is nicer than our house, and since it's basically free I don't see why not…" I ramble on, trying to fill the empty noise with something.

Willow digests the information slowly, as they normally do, and the silence is killing me. I decided to start cleaning to fill it. A knock takes me from my task and I rush to the door. Cedric.

"Hi," He says simply. His cheeks are slightly tinged pink, and he looks me up and down.

"Ha. Hey," I respond, and this is almost worse than the deafening silence in mine and Willow's room.

"So… You're still in last night's clothes," I snort, and take a moment to take Cedric's appearance in. He's in his full robes and such, and ive never took the time to see how well the uniform really fits him.

"And you… have been going to school all day?" He nods.

"Yeah, actually. I took the time to go and stop at your classes and grab your missed work, erm," He reaches into his bag and pulls out some papers, handing them to me.