Scorched and Bruised ; Draco Malfoy

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In her early years at Hogwarts, Star would often wander the halls, meticulously committing every wall, room, and secret passageway to memory. It was during this time that she crossed paths with the Weasley twins. Though they weren't exactly friends, they'd always found ways to acknowledge her. She found herself missing the mischievous pranks they used to pull on unsuspecting students. They had a new shop set up in Diagon Alley that she wanted to visit.

Star halted in her tracks when she noticed the Room of Requirement revealing itself.

'I don't need anything... do I?"

The room always appeared when it was needed. Last year, Harry Potter had transformed it into a hideout to practice defensive spells. The only time Star had ventured inside was when it manifested for her while she was fleeing Oceana's scolding after she'd smashed Marcus Flint's teeth in her second year. Star couldn't help but prefer the new look she gave him; his previous teeth had been atrocious to look at.

She opened the door after a moment of thought, and what was inside both astounded and bewildered her. It was nothing like the small living space she had hidden in before.

Piles upon piles of furniture cluttered the room, reaching towering heights.

'Is this room telling me I'm a fucking mess? Fuck you room.'

Star huffed and entered, beginning to explore the maze-like room. She hoped she wouldn't get lost, but at the same time, she welcomed the distraction. Star frowned when she heard muttering, someone was nearby. She quickened her pace, navigating through the maze of corridors, until she spotted Draco. His hand was running through his hair, and he was muttering angrily to himself.

She smiled to herself, 'I take back what I said! Thank you room!'

Star looked down at her body and grimaced. Her hair was damp and smelled of lake water, and Cas' shirt clung to her skin in a not-so-attractive way. To make matters worse, bruises littered her neck from her encounter with Cas.

Star peeled off the shirt, ripped it in two, and transfigured it into comfy, but still appealing-looking clothes. A cropped vest top that showed off her belly ring and joggers that she lowered to sit on her hips at a risky level. 

Then, she conjured Pansy's bruise paste and applied it. It worked in mere seconds.

"Dracooo!" she sang.

As if on instinct, he whipped around and pointed his wand at her. Star didn't hesitate; she skipped over until it was right at her chest.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Why the fuck are you here!? Fuck—I could've hexed you," he exclaimed, lowering his wand. Her heart swelled; he cared.

"I was thinking about you and the door showed itself. I thought it was trying to tell me I was a mess at first. Turns out it wasn't. Why are you here? Is this where you've been disappearing to? I'm glad I didn't have to follow you again. That would've been a lot of work."

Draco scrunched up his nose, "You're such a mental case."

Star glanced around him. "No, what would've been mental is giving you a love potion. But I didn't do that, did I? I was a good girl, and now I just follow you around. It's much better. Really, though, what are you doing here?"

Draco paused, blinking rapidly, and then rolled his eyes. "I'm surprised you didn't do it and jump me right there."

"Draco!" Star gasped. "I might've thought about it, might've even brewed it, but I didn't do it! That would've been drugging! And rape. I'd much rather win you over the old-fashioned way, and if all else fails—kidnapping until you get Stockholm syndrome."