Inferno | Draco Malfoy

043 | Barry's Berries

Personally, I think I worked the hardest yesterday. I had to carry Tracey on my back, then Pansy, up the dormitory staircase and to the dorm. Why? Because they couldn't even walk. The stairs were a hazard and Tracey would've definitely tumbled backwards. Milly was fine, she didn't need to be assisted to bed. Blaise made sure Daphne drank rarely anything after finding out that she was a lightweight over the summer. Needless to say, she's sober.

Malfoy, Theo and Blaise wanted to aid me but they really couldn't considering the fact that the stairs are cursed.

At least one thing was proven last night, I am a literal mum. I carried two girls and got them both tucked into bed. I even read a bedtime story for all of the girls.

Though now, the alcohol is starting to hit Tracey. She retches and coughs up from her bed. Milly's got feverish symptoms and Pansy, is absolutely fine. She brushes her hair and quietly hums a melody, removing her eyeliner. It's pretty obvious she's just immune to hangovers now, you can't even tell she's had a sip of liquor last night. Daphne's still sound asleep, without her, it's my duty to take care of Tracey and Milly.

I pass some goblets of water to both the girls; I place a wet towel on Milly's forehead before helping Tracey to the bathroom. Pansy follows and we both prepare for the ultimate worst. I hold one side of her thick curls, Pansy gathers the other and vigorously pats her back. Tracey retches again and again before throwing everything out of her system. Biggest reason to never get drunk. This is awful.

"I can't take this anymore." The girl cries, "Never again."

Half an hour of cleaning the girl up and making sure she's okay later, I open the first drawer of my nightstand. It takes me about a second to comprehend the Roman numerals on the pocket watch. We missed breakfast time, it finishes at ten and now it's quarter to twelve. How late did we all go to bed?

"Morning darling." Daphne throws her eye mask aside, waving at me as Tracey finally comes out of the bathroom. Her hair is up and she wears a massive jumper.

"She'll get better sometime later." Pansy sighs, "How are you doing Milly?"

"Fair is foul and foul is fair." She grumbles, pulling Margarine closer to her. The poor cat is getting strangled in her arms.

After I finish washing my face and brushing my teeth, I change into some white lounge trousers and a knitted jumper. I clip my hair up and throw on some fuzzy Halloween-designed socks with jack-o'-lantern patterns.

Daphne and I head down to the common room. Pansy stayed in the dormitory as she promised to take care of the two drunks.

It's half-surprising that the common room looks nothing like how it did last night. All the litter is gone, every decoration is back in place and the room is flawless as it always is. So this is how the older years have been deceiving us for these past years. The third-years are out on their Hogsmeade trip — we are going tomorrow — and there are only a few fourth-years playing wizards chess. It only happens to be a coincidence that Daphne's boyfriend is here. Along with his mates on the couch.

I don't even need to look at a certain platinum blond to recollect the last words I said to him.

"Talk to me like this more... J'aime le son de ta voix."

Damn it.

Out of every single language I could've said that in, I chose French. The foreign language that he and I understand. The biggest question is why I said that in the first place. I mean, yeah, I had a great conversation with him, but that shouldn't mean anything. That shouldn't mean I should compliment him and tell him how much I liked the way he talked to me, how much I liked his voice. How much I wish to hear that tone in my ear.