Let Me Hear You

[ Feel You ]

By the time Draco left my room, I had fifteen minutes to get ready for dinner. I had a quick shower to wash his scent off me and was getting dressed when I heard loud banging at my door. "Open this damn door, Hazel!" Shit. I forgot about Tas. I waved my wand, unlocking the door, and she came barrelling in.

"You almost fainted on me at breakfast; you got dragged away to the hospital wing by Snape;" she started listing off the reasons for her temper, "he looked up your skirt, which I had to hear about from Augustus, by the way; you could have been dead, or worse, Snape could have captured you for his sick fantasies!" An image of my naked levitating fantasy flashed across my eyes. Her face was getting redder by the second. "And to top it all off, I find out that you didn't come to me after your release! No! You came to Draco!"

I came for Draco. I swallowed down my laugh as she panted, she had worked up quite a sweat in her rampage. "Are you done?" I genuinely wasn't sure if she had more to list off. "Yes, I am!" She huffed, crossing her arms and stomping over to an armchair like a toddler. I laughed softly; I didn't want to rile her up again. I sat down next to her and crossed my legs. "I'm sorry, Tas." She wasn't convinced. "I really am. So much happened this morning and I just needed to be alone." She rolled her eyes and turned away from me, facing the fire. "Yeah, alone with Draco."

"It's not like that, I swear. We both needed someone; we helped each other, that's all." Her jaw dropped, and she jumped out of her chair. "You slept with him?!" Damn. I thought she knew that already. "No! We didn't have sex." She started pacing in front of the fire; she's so cute when she's mad. "So, what then? You went down on him, and all your problems were solved?" Low blow. "Or did he go down on you?" Not so cute anymore.

"Both, actually." She gasped as if I'd just slapped her. I rubbed my hands down my face, taking a deep breath. "Please, Tas. Sit down and listen." She huffed, her arms still crossed, and fell back down into the chair. "I'm sorry I didn't come to you first. I didn't want to talk about anything; I didn't want to think." I tried to sound as calm as possible. "I was planning on coming to find you after he left, but we fell asleep." I explained to her that I stayed in the hospital wing longer than necessary because I needed the rest; that Dumbledore came to visit me, bypassing the whole "dying" thing; and that Snape did not look up my skirt. I have a feeling I'm going to have to explain that one to just about every student in the school.

After I pleaded my case, she reached a verdict of not guilty. "Sorry for yelling at you." She wasn't sorry. "No, you're not." I laughed, linking my arm with hers as we made our way out of the common room. "I'm starving." I groaned, feeling my stomach rumble. "I bet you are. You haven't eaten since lunch yesterday!" I hadn't realised it had been that long. "I hope they have tiramisu." I hummed.

As soon as I stepped foot in the Great Hall, I could feel his eyes on me. I didn't bother looking up to confirm; the goosebumps and shivers down my spine were all the proof I needed. This "bond" must be getting stronger if I can feel him looking at me with a thousand buzzing students between us. I swallowed hard as we took our usual seats, trying to focus on the emptiness of my stomach and not the butterflies that had erupted in it.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the feast appeared, loading my plate with anything I could get my hands on. I tried to ignore the people around me, but to no avail; they were interrogating me. "Did Snape really look up your skirt?", "You're Head Girl; you could get him fired.", "I always knew he was a creep." I couldn't take it any longer. Just as I was about to shut down their accusations, I felt my mind being gently pried open. It felt like a light, cool breeze on an autumn night, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Well, Hazel? Did I look up your skirt?" His baritone voice rang like church bells, sending shock waves through my whole body. I can talk to granny Q in my mind, but I have never done it with anyone else. The fact that he was initiating the first mental contact made my stomach flutter. I almost whimpered.