꧁𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡꧂ (𝐹.𝑊.)

17 - Well Shit

Gunpowder was a comforting smell. It reminded me of making things and pranking people and Fred and-

Fred.

He had told me that it wasn't fake. That our relationship wasn't fake. But the whole point of that relationship was us pretending.

I pushed him out of my mind. I couldn't be distracted while I was worki-

BOOM

And that's exactly why. I knew that I shouldn't be working on things in my dorm. I had a bad feeling and I was right.

I couldn't go to Harry. I couldn't go to Fred. I couldn't go to Hermione.

Well, Shit.

My only option was Malfoy.

So I cleaned up the best I could and made the walk of shame to the Slytherin Common Room.

"Pureblood," I said as the door swung open- Malfoy had told me the password for this exact reason.

While I was given strange looks as I walked to the boys' dormitories, I wasn't actually jeered at or given dirty looks...something that I often received in the Gryffindor Common Room.

I knocked on the door I knew to be his.

"Blaise I swear to all things holy if that's you agai- oh, hello, Hensley," Malfoy said.

"Hi, Malfoy."

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Is it possible for me to crash on the couch here tonight?"

"Of course. Come on in," He said kindly as he shut the door.

"Blow up your room?"

"Unfortunately," I told him, "I was distracted, apparently."

"Oh? What about?"

"Fred."

"Why am I not surprised?" He said with a light chuckle.

"What do you mean?"

"Fred is your first ex-boyfriend, isn't he?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Exactly. Its not easy for you to just get over him. I know that you still have some sort of feelings for him."

"What? Malfoy, no-"

"Hens, it's natural," He said gently, "No one was expecting you to be back on your feet."

I huffed.

Malfoy ruffled my hair, "Poor little American-"

I swatted at his hand, "Oh shut it-"

"Suffering her first heartbreak. Don't worry, little Henny-Poo, Draco will take care of you."

"I hate you," I said with a laugh.

"I know," He replied.

We sat on the floor of his dorm just talking about nothing and everything at the same time. Eventually, it was late. Almost 11 pm on a Monday. Seeing as tomorrow was my last day before I flew home, I wanted to be able to pay attention at least some.

"You can take my bed if you'd like," Malfoy said.

"Malfoy, its your room. I'm not going to take your bed."

"Hensley, I insist."

"No."

"How about this...I have a decently sized bed. We both sleep on it. You won't even know I'm there."

I was very hesitant. Sleeping in the same room with a guy was crazy, but sleeping in the same bed? My Lord...

And yet, against everything that had just ran through my mind, I nodded in agreement.

"Sure."

So we awkwardly laid down on opposite sides of Malfoy's massive bed. I planned to wake up early enough to sneak back up to Gryffindor Tower so no one could see me sneaking out of Slytherin.

***

The next morning I woke up and found myself tangled in Malfoy's arms. Strangely, I didn't hate it.

"Malfoy. Malfoy. Malfoy!" I hissed into the darkness.

"What?" He said groggily.

"Your arm," I replied, referencing his arm around my waist.

"My wha- Oh, shit. Sorry..." He said, jumping away from me.

I blushed lightly, hoping he couldn't see it in the dim hours of the morning, "Its fine."

He cleared his throat, "You're gonna...head out then?"

"Yeah," I said with a nod.

"Alright, then. Yeah. Sounds good."

"Yeah," I repeated as I awkwardly rolled out of his bed.

Walking back to the common room was a difficult task. Probably more difficult than the dragon.

What made it even more difficult was Peeves: the poltergeist who did everything in his power to make life more difficult for everyone.

Peeves was normally good with me, though in light of recent events, I wasn't too sure what he was going to make of me.

"What's this?" A voice from behind me said as I let out a groan, "Potty out of bed? Sneaking out of Slytherin in the wee hours of the morning...oh Snape would love this!"

"Peeves, please," I begged, "Don't cause a ruckus!"

"Hmm," He replied, giggling, "What's in it for me?"

"I'll make you all sorts of fireworks, any color you want."

"Any volume?"

"Anything. Anything you want, just please don't make a commotion. Or tell anybody."

"Henny-Poo keeping secrets? I see, I see. Fine. Just this once I'll let you go."

"Thank you, Peeves. So much," I said as I ran past him.

"I want those fireworks by next week!" He called after me.

I successfully snuck back into my own house tower and made my way up the spiral staircase to my dorm. As expected, it was still covered in ashes and a few things were burned. I used a quick "reparo" spell to fix a few things, then decided I would clean the rest after I came back- seeing as I was going home tonight after classes.

My robes were starting to feel like my robes more every day that passed. I stopped feeling like the transfer student and more like a Hogwarts student. The castle got easier and easier to navigate and I was friendly with all of the ghosts. Hogwarts was becoming home.

***

I had potions first thing in the morning. In that class I sat with the twins. It was pretty awkward, seeing as the conversation -if you could even call it that- Fred and I had just yesterday.

"Open your books to page 497. Brew what is on that page."

I did as he said. Unfortunately, we were brewing amortentia, a "love" potion.

It wasn't necessarily a love potion, though. More so an obsession potion. You can't bottle love.