Stuck with a Slytherin

3: "Of course."

As you walked into your dorm, you tried to hide from Kylie how much the whole situation with Pansy bothered you.

Her eyes took in the mess of your suitcase, though, and she asked you to relay the events that led to such a chaotic room.

"O-oh, umm..." You stuttered, feeling your heart rate speed up again. You didn't really want to relive that moment. "Pansy kinda went through my stuff."

"Oh, that's awful! I'm sorry. Anything I can do to help?" She slammed her case onto her bed, then walked over to you. "Do you want me to fold your clothes back, and you can take care of the jewelry, or something?"

You smiled and nodded, grateful to her.

•••

⚠️ TW!! ⚠️
[Panic attack, physical abuse, mention of death]

11:30 pm, that night

Your breaths were shallow as you laid in bed, waiting for sleep to overtake you. But your body had other plans.

The usual nauseated feeling that was constantly in your stomach amplified by 10, and your heart started pounding. Your head throbbed, your breathing was fast, and tears were streaming down your cheeks.

This wasn't a completely new feeling (it's happened once before), but it was scary nonetheless. You felt out of control, like your body wouldn't listen to your mind.

You let out a quiet sob, then peeked over at Kylie to make sure she was asleep before curling up and continuing  to cry.

Last time this happened, things didn't end well for you, so you wanted to keep the whole scenario private.

Flashback, around 1 year ago

Your mom was gone. Gone, and never coming back.

Your breathing sped up, tears falling out of your eyes against your will. You felt like you could puke at any moment.

You were dressed in black, having just run into your room from the kitchen, where Gramma and Grampa were helping with funeral preparations.

You could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. You gasped for air as the door opened to reveal your dad.

"Daddy..." you sobbed, bolting to him.

But you were utterly disappointed when instead of him offering you a hug, he grabbed your ponytail and yanked you backwards.

"You don't EVER run up here crying when we have guests. Do you UNDERSTAND me?!" You flinched at his loud voice, but nodded, the action hurting your head where the ponytail was connected.

But apparently a nod wasn't enough, because your dad picked you up by the hair and slapped you across the face.

You screamed, and dropped to the ground as he let you go and walked out the door.

You trembled on the floor of your bedroom for a long time after that, unaware if you were there for minutes or hours before climbing into bed and falling asleep, skipping the funeral completely.

Present time

You were still shaking on your bed, trying to calm down but failing miserably, when you heard a light whisper from behind you.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Kylie's voice was soft, and pretty relaxing.

After a moment's consideration, you shook your head no, deciding that you could use the help.

She gave you a tentative smile, and put her hands on your shoulders, pulling you into a seated position. She then hugged you, hushing you until you were calm, around 10 minutes later.

You smiled at her and whispered "Thanks" before laying back down in bed.

"Of course." Were the last two words you heard before you fell into a deep sleep.

[⚠️TW ⚠️ over]

•••

"Get up! You're going to be late for breakfast!" You groaned as Kylie yelled in your ear, waking you up.

"What time is iitttt?" You responded.

"Oh, ummm, 6:30..."

You rolled your eyes at her and leaned forward just enough to grab your pillow so you could shove it on your face, blocking your ears in the process.

"Wake me up in 30 minutes, breakfast isn't for an hoouuuur."

"Um, no. We have to get ready!! Our first classes aren't till tomorrow, so today is a free-style day! We can wear whatever clothes we want, and this is our only chance to show everyone our true style!!" At this point she was literally jumping on your bed.

You groaned again. "I don't have a style! Now let me sleeeeeepp!"

Kylie stopped jumping and stared at you. "Fine, then," she said, "I guess I'll just go get ready for our first full day at Hogwarts by myself."

That got you up. "FINE, I'm coming."

You picked the pillow off of your face and pulled off your covers, stepping onto the cold hardwood floor of the Slytherin dorms.

Shivering slightly from the chill, you stepped into the bathroom to fetch Kylie so she could help you pick out your outfit for the day.

She grinned at you, glad to have gotten you up, then pulled you over to the dresser and pulled out an outfit.

•••

You let Kylie pull your hand into the dining hall and sit you down at the Slytherin table, which was less than half full. Probably because it was 7:15, and breakfast didn't start for 15 more minutes.

Kylie has no sooner opened her mouth to speak than a familiar sneer grabbed your attention.

"Why are you so early? Trying to gain some weight, you little twig?"

You sighed before facing Malfoy. "Mmm, no. Actually, I was living my life, and having a conversation. You should try it some time!"

You turned back to Kylie and smirked as you heard a scoff followed by retreating footsteps.

Your friend rolled her eyes, and you two started up a conversation, carrying it on throughout breakfast as you ate.