Forgotten

22 | Abandoned

Bella woke up to a man in her room. A man. In her room. 

"Rodolphus..?" She muttered. Her vision hazy from sleep. It was either him or his brother.. but that would be even weirder. Memories from last night flashed through her head, dancing, drinking.. Why the hell had she drank so much? She could still feel it, the room was still spinning. But she couldn't remember how that night had ended. And how the hell she had ended up with Rodolphus. 

He turned around when he heard her voice, his dark hair messy around his face, "Bella-" Her thoughts were running wild in her head, every single one of them worse than the last. All of them ideas of what could have happened last night.

"Why- What are you doing here?" Her eyes flew to his and then returned to the clothes she was wearing.. they weren't hers. Shit.

"We didn't do anything, if that's what your thinking." Her breathing slowed down significantly but she was still confused, scared. He could be lying to her, she'd been lied to in the past. It wouldn't be all that shocking if it was to happen again.

"So why are you in my room? Why am I in your clothes? Why do I fucking smell like you Rodolphus?" She was on the edge of screaming, her emotions out of control. 

"Breathe." He said, sitting next to her. His body didn't touch hers, she didn't know if it was because he knew that would just escalate the situation further or if it was just coincidental, "I found you with Potter last night. You were walking, if I can even call it that, back from that gryffindor party. You were so drunk you literally fell into me Bella. So I carried you back here. I didn't think you'd appreciate me going through your clothes, so I gave you mine. And we slept in the same bed, because you didn't want to be alone so I sat with you. I swear that's all." 

"Oh.." She whispered, quickly grabbing the hoodie hanging off her bed and pulling it on when she realised her arms were out, "Thanks. For um.. taking care of me."

"You don't have to thank me for that." He smiled and her heart stuttered. She blamed it on the alcohol even though she was mostly sober already, "But we really should get going. We've got quidditch."

"Why does it have to be so early in the morning?" She whined, flopping back down onto her bed.

"You want me to get your kit ready?" Considering they had twenty minutes to be on the quidditch pitch and she hadn't even brushed her hair yet?

"Yes." She'd take all the help she could get.

"Which do you want?" She owned multiple quidditch kits. Her skirt, well.. skort, but it looked like a skirt. Her leggings, and her joggers. It just depended on her mood to decide which one she wanted to wear.

"Mmm.. Skirt." She decided. It was cold though, so the fluffy socks were coming out. "And get my hoodie please." She called out to him as she walked into her bathroom to brush her teeth.

Thank merlin it didn't take her too long to be ready.

"I prefer you playing quidditch in your uniform." He said, clearly teasing her about the time he'd caught her practicing with her tie loose and her shirt untucked, her skirt rolled too high and her cloak thrown somewhere on the floor of the changing rooms. 

"Shut up." She said, elbowing him playfully as she shoved her shoes on.

"But you were so cute." He held his hand out to help her up off the floor. Clearly her elbow hadn't affected his leg very much. She took his hand but as she stood up her vision wobbled. "Careful cutie. It's probably the hangover. We'll get some food in you, that'll do you good. I got you crackers. From the hall." 

"Ugh you're perfect." Crackers were her favourite.

"Say it again."

"Don't push your luck Lestrange." She warned him, ripping the crackers out of his hands and opening the door.