cruel | d.m.

15.watched

November 1998 | H E R

I know what you do behind closed doors.

This has to be out of a movie.

First of all. . . what the fuck?

Second of all. . . Quinn and Draco are not super secretive—odds have merely palyed out in their favour lately. But. . . it says behind closed doors. No one's around at that time, for sure. 

Or was there? 

Her skin prickles if there might have been someone, at least at the party. It was pretty dark in there and both Draco and her were too much into each other to check for anyone else. 

Or. . . behind closed doors means not a literal door but a metaphorical one, because while they are not super furtive about hooking up—if that is what you'd call it—at the same time, they aren't out in the open with it either.

. . . why am I overthinking this???

Because it's my natural talent!!!

But seriously. The person behind it has no fucking life if they have to plug into Quinn's—of all students in Hogwarts. So what they know what she is up to? They will tell Theo? Go ahead. Quinn knew what she was getting herself into from the—

"What you got there?"

"Oh," Quinn quickly slips the note into her cloak pocket where she'd found it, waiting for Safa to come around and take the seat infront of her. "Nothing, just—ehm, a slip from. . . Vector. She wants to speak to me, yes."

"Arithmancy, right? Still stuck in that misfortune of a class. . ." grimacing, she pulls out her book and quill for DADA. "Poor you."

"It's alright. Draco is helping me out a bit this year."

"Draco, huh?" She's lifting a suggestive brow. "First name basis?"

"Like we all are," Quinn points out dryly.

"I'm not gonna blame anyone for tasting new dick," clearly teasing, Safa puts her bag on the floor.

Quinn's eyes squint suspiciously.

The other doesn't seem to notice. "Guess what. We have a girls day in Hogsmeade on the weekend—Pansy, Daphne and me. If you want to tag along, we would really like that."

Nope. Can't.

Apparently, her straight answer can be read from her face, because Safa smiles sadly, reaching on the table to squeeze Quinn's hand. "I miss you, Quinn. I miss my best friend"

The words hit deeper than expected, recalling every memory they ever created together, which are mostly sleepovers and gushing over crushes. She takes a big inhale.

There's nothing left of me anymore.

Safa removes her hand and turns in her chair to face the front. Draco sitting down beside her explains it.

"Hey."

She gives the ghost of a smile in return.

Eyeing her carefully, Draco takes a moment longer to get the stuff for the lesson from his bag. Quinn digs her thumbnail into a splintered part of the table, not very conscious of it.

Just when Draco is about to lean in and surely ask what's wrong, Professor Toazer claps her hands and starts the lesson in her energized, youthful form. Leaning back in his chair, he rips a piece of parchement from an unwritten full page, dips his quill in ink and writes.

Or draw, Quinn sees, when he discreetly slides it over to her side. A faceless head sketched with a questionmark under.

How is the weather inside you?