Midnights (OC)

2 - Games

The first day of classes always carries its own brand of chaos, but waking up as a hungover wreck because both you and your roommate forgot to set the alarm takes the level of chaos to a whole new dimension.

Emery bolts up to a sitting position on her bed, immediately regretting it. A hand comes up to rub her temple as she glances at her roommate. Still blissfully asleep, Avery looked peaceful, completely unaware of the time. Speaking of time, Emery's eyes dart to the clock on the side table. "We're late!" she shouts, causing Avery to stir.

Emery jumps out of bed and dashes into the shared bathroom. Avery slowly opens her eyes and takes in her surroundings. "Can we just skip class today?" she groans.

Emerging from the bathroom after a quick teeth-brushing session, Emery hastily slips on her uniform. "It's the first day of classes, Ave. We can't start skipping already." Avery whines, but eventually, she gets up to get ready for the day.

Thirty minutes later, both girls burst into the Potions classroom. 'Thank Merlin it's Snape teaching and not another head of the house,' Emery thinks, 'Though it still won't be good when he sees us'. Emery meets Draco's eyes as she scans for an empty seat.

"Late on the first day of classes?" Snape remarks with a disapproving look. "Miss Desmond, find a seat next to Miss Parkinson. And Miss Burke, there's an empty seat next to Mr Malfoy. Quickly take your seats before I change my mind about not deducting any house points from Slytherin."

Avery rushes to sit next to Pansy as Emery begrudgingly makes her way to her new seat. "You sure know how to make a first impression," Draco smirks. Emery faces him, meeting his gaze. Within seconds, Emery is transported back to last night's party, Draco's lips brushing against hers, hand on her waist.

Feeling the heat rush to her thighs from the memory, Emery quickly moves away. "Shove off, Malfoy." Snape drones on about the lesson at hand while she takes out her supplies to start taking notes.

As Emery diligently writes Snape's words down, her pen gliding smoothly over the parchment, she senses the teasing caress of Draco's fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh. A subtle jolt runs through her, causing her back to straighten, and her eyes widen as her writing hand instinctively freezes. Without turning her head, Emery shoots a quick, questioning glance in Draco's direction. He maintains an air of nonchalance, seemingly engrossed in note-taking, as if his fingers weren't discreetly exploring higher up the girl's thigh with each passing second.

Unbeknownst to her, Emery's legs subtly part, granting Draco a daring invitation. Emery's breath catches in her throat as anticipation builds, his fingers drawing tantalizingly closer to her cotton panties. Just as the crescendo of sensation promises to reach its peak, Snape's announcement disrupts the clandestine encounter. A faint whimper escapes Emery's lips as Draco's touch retreats, and he efficiently stows his supplies into his bag. Her hand shoots to her mouth, questioning the reality of the involuntary sound that slipped past her lips. Slowly tidying up, she processes the electrifying encounter, still lingering in the aftermath.

Draco rises to leave, but not before bending down to whisper in Emery's ear. Her body freezes once more, a subtle tilt of her head reacting to his breath grazing her neck. "Keep quiet next time. Don't want anyone knowing what a filthy slut you are, do you?"

Emery can already envision the smirk forming on his face in her mind. Gritting her teeth, she attempts to turn around to give him a piece of her mind when Isla gracefully appears in front of her. "Good morning, Emery!" she greets with a sweet smile.

No matter how much Draco Malfoy frustrates her, Isla possesses the uncanny ability to make Emery forget about everything in a matter of moments. Emery's lips curve into a smile as she responds, deftly finishing putting away her supplies. "Good morning, Isla."