Astronomy Tower

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*time skip to Saturday*
~Cordelia's POV~
Mattheo and my week of detention is finally over. Now it's party time. My brother is throwing a party for all of the houses. And it's being held in the Slytherin common room. Theo and I will most likely end up at the astronomy tower, but we'll party for at least an hour or so. Don't get us wrong, we like to party, but we aren't always in the mood and we always end up going to the astronomy tower at some point. A lot of people think we hook up when we are up there alone, but we don't. And we never have.

I'm currently getting ready for the party. I'm wearing a green skin tight dress and I just put my hair into a messy bun. I'm wearing green to show my pride towards Slytherin. I'm now working on my makeup, which will consist of green eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, highlighter, and lip gloss. I decided to not do a full face because I'd end up forgetting to take it off later. Mattheo walks into our dorm and sees me and what I'm wearing. "Damn. We have time before the party, right?" He says, winking. I smirk at him and walk closer to him. "Mhm. We have all the time in the world," I whisper in his ear and then walk away. Or I try to walk away at least, but Theo stops me by grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to him. "As gorgeous as you look, I don't want Malfoy flirting with you or touching you, and that outfit will encourage him to do exactly that," he whispers in my ear. "Aw, Mattheo is jealous! But no seriously, I won't let him do anything to me. Plus you can protect me too," I say, reassuring him. He sighs. "Alright, fine. Now I have to go get ready," he groans and I laugh. He flips me off as he walks into the bathroom and I do it right back to him which makes him let out a completely fake gasp.

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*in the common room during the party*
Mattheo decided to wear just a casual, but still dressy, shirt and pants. But of course he has a sweatshirt too. We are currently sitting in the corner drinking while Pansy and Theodore are dancing with each other. They are clearly are dating, or at least crushing on each other, but whatever. "Can we go to the astronomy tower yet?" Theo asks with a small groan. "We haven't even been here a whole hour, so no," I say, making a bigger groan come from his mouth. "Oh come on, usually you're a party person," I say, now facing him. "I'm just not today," he answers. I just shrug it off and turn back around. A few more boring minutes pass by and I sigh. "Fine, we can go now," I say, grabbing his hand and leading him to the tower. "Finally," he says as we get to the tower. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it. "I want one," I say. "Well you aren't getting one," he says. "Why not? You smoke all the time," I state. "Yeah, well my lungs are already fucked up. I'm trying to save you from fucking up yours," he says firmly as he takes a hit. I roll my eyes and steal the cigarette from him. I take a hit. "You're a natural. But you aren't doing that again, Cor," he says, stealing it back. "Fuck you," I say, annoyed. "You wish you could," he says with a smirk. I roll my eyes and flip him off. I lean against the railing and enjoy the view.

I eventually start to shiver. He spots me shivering. "Cordelia Nott, you should've brought a sweatshirt," he says as he puts his on me and pulling me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest. "I-I didn't t-think it would be this c-cold," I stutter. He rolls his eyes. "We are going back to our dorm and getting you warmer clothes. "Theo, I-I'm fine, I p-promise," I say, still stuttering. "Liar," he mutters under his breath. He grabs my hand and brings me back to our dorm. "Go change," he demands. Somehow, even though it was a demand, he made that sound nice. I change into warmer clothes and hop into his bed next to him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to give me more warmth. He kisses the side of my head and rests his head in the crook of my neck. It's moments like these that make me wish we were dating. But we aren't. He's just being a good friend. That's all.

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