Forbidden

5

Entering my dorm room, the girls I share it with remain oblivious, deep in their conversation about boys. Over the years, I've faded into the background, never attempting to befriend any of them. George's invitation lingers in my thoughts – should I attend? Is it suitable for a Slytherin to attend the Gryffindor common room for a party? The idea is foreign to me; I've never set foot in anyone else's common room. Yet, George's invite suggests many students In the other houses always go into each others common rooms.

This year, my resolution is to shed the LeStrange identity and simply be Scarlett. However, I'm skeptical if anyone else will embrace this change, except perhaps the twins and surprisingly, Lee Jordan. I suspect the twins may have bribed him to speak to me.

As I unpack, I carefully select an outfit for the evening – a black dragon skin skirt grazing my mid-thigh, paired with my big black jumper (kindly passed on by Draco), tucked into the high waist. Completed with tights and chunky ankle boots, it's a casual ensemble, but not one I would usually wear.

The whole time I sorted out my belongings and changed, not one of the girls looked up at me. I rolled my eyes before leaving my dorm. Luckily barely anyone was still awake after the long days travel. I myself could hear my bed calling me. I made my way through the hallways, being sure to check for Filch or any teachers that may be roaming the halls.

As I approached, I saw a familiar red head leaning against the wall, looking down the opposite way. He looked amazing. His grown out hair made him look older, his shoulders now broader. That undeniable sensation returned, tingling through my stomach, intensifying as he turned to meet my gaze.

A smile graced his face, mirroring mine. He pushed himself from the wall, opening his arms for a hug, whispering, "I didn't think you'd come! I'm so glad you're here," in my ear. I blushed slightly as we pulled away, our bodies still keeping that closeness that I now find myself craving.

"I didn't know if I would either... but I want to prove who I am and not who people think I am..." I pushed a curl behind my ear as Georges hand found mine, our fingers lacing together instantly. This feeling was strange, I'd only ever held his hand at the quidditch World Cup.

"Well don't worry, I won't leave you tonight. You're my guest. Now let's get in there!" He laughed as he pulled me up to the fat lady, he muttered the password before we entered the hot, lively atmosphere.

Gryffindors were dancing, laughing, and engaging in a lively game of beer pong. I noticed familiar faces from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, our peers joining in on the fun. The air was thick with a blend of alcohol, perfume, and even a hint of sweat, as some guys showcased their best moves on the dance floor.

I sensed multiple scrutinising eyes on me as we ventured deeper into the common room. Coming to a halt, I released George's hand, and he turned around with a puzzled expression. Gazing around, I identified a few of the piercing stares, including those from George's younger brother and sister.

"George, this was a mistake," I panicked, attempting to leave, but his firm grip on my arm halted my escape.

"No! Don't go. It's their problem if they can't mature and get to know you," he reassured, his eyes radiating warmth and care. Addressing the nearby groups, he declared, "If anyone has an issue, bring it up with me!" George's voice resonated, cutting through the room.

"And me!" Fred chimed in, appearing beside me with a hefty arm slung around my shoulders.

"Why the bloody hell did you invite LeStrange!" I heard a voice sneer with an accent, I believe his name is Seamus? I'd never spoken to the boy before.