Midnight Rain - L.B.

N I N E

Callin' security, keepin' my head held down
Bury the hatchet
or bury your friend right now
For the debt I owe, gotta sell my soul
'Cause I can't say no

Hogwarts Slytherin Boy's Dormitories
September 18th, 1997
4:03 am | Lorenzo Berkshire

"Enzo."

I sniffed and rolled over on my side.

"Lorenzo."

I swatted my hand at the source of the noise.

"Lorenzo Berkshire."

Something sharp poked my cheek.

"Lorenzo Charles Berkshire, get your lazy ass up."

I rolled over on my back, without opening my eyes, and held my hands out to my bedside table, fishing around aimlessly for the lamp switch.

The lamp clicked on, but it wasn't me who did it.

"You have a death wish, Draco L-word Malfoy." I blinked slowly and rubbed my eyes.

"Enzo, c'mon, get up and get dressed," Draco spoke quietly.

My eyes stared between the two blurred figures in front of me. "Hmm?"

"Lorenzo, get up," Tatum whispered, her finger poking me again. "We have to go. Get up."

I took a deep breath and sat up slowly. "What? What's wrong? What happened?" My eyes searched around for the clock as I grabbed my glasses and slid them on. "Fuck- it's four in the morning! Go away, the both of you."

"Lorenzo, we have to go. Get up, please." She grabbed my arm before I could lay back down, coaxing me to stand up while I stumbled to the bathroom and grumbled hazy swears at them for waking me up.

"Why do you hate me?" I blinked heavier, moving my glasses to splash water on my face and grabbing my toothpaste from the counter.

I started brushing my teeth, listening to Tatum and Draco talking under their breaths a few feet away.

"Just hurry up," Draco muttered, standing in the doorway and tapping his foot restlessly. "Seriously, hurry up"

I turned and glared at him, toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. "You shut the fuck up right now. You don't-" I spit the toothpaste in the sink and rinsed out my mouth, grabbing the container of eyedrops off the counter and dropping a few into my eyes before blinking hard and looking back at him. "You don't tell me to hurry when you wake me up before seven."

"We need to go-"

"Go where? Huh? You just woke me up and told me to get ready? Am I getting ready for mountain climbing or the Met Gala? I need answers and a coffee and my contacts because fuck knows I won't ever leave this dorm in my glasses."

Tatum passed me a steaming cup. "Here. We can't really tell you anything because you'll certainly object."

"That's reassuring," I mumbled, taking the cup from her with a quiet thank you. "Someone tell me where we're going."