Weird Bruises

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"Why don't you bring your girlfriend?
The way she eyes me down excites me."

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Grumbling, Y/N finally awakes, eyes narrowing upon noticing her surroundings. For one, they're unfamiliar to her. Secondly, she's naked. She doesn't recall sleeping naked. She doesn't recall falling asleep either.

"Susan?" Y/N calls for her friend, stretching in the bed she's in to shake off sleep, "Akari? Yui?"

When she gets no reply, she shifts again, hiding herself with the sheets as she rises from the bed.

"Susan, what happened last night? Why am I...?" She pauses at the bathroom mirror, seeing a couple of dark bruises on her skin. Her eyes widen.

Y/N scrambles back to the bed, trying to find her uniform or a spare outfit or anything. Nothing. Literally nothing. She releases a feminine cry of rage, now completely frustrated. She's usually lax in situations, but she doesn't even know if this is her dorm. She freezes when she hears mumbling outside. She raises the blanket covering her form.

The door swings open to reveal Berkshire, Nott, and Malfoy. Her absolute worst enemies at this current moment. They all wear entranced expression, even as Y/N backs up, attempting to distance herself the best she can.

Her grip tightens around the blanket, making sure it won't fall, "What the hell?!"

Momentarily, the boys just watch her. Berkshire speaks up first, "You're beautiful, Y/N."

Y/N has half a mind to smack him, "Where are my clothes? Better question: where the fuck am I?"

Malfoy smirks his most annoying smirk ever, if possible, "You're in the Slytherin dorms, Hufflepuff. Thank goodness we took great care of you."

"I'm gonna murder all three of you," Y/N growls, tempted to actually lunge at one of them.

"Not if you want your clothes," Berkshire states, amused at the whole situation.

"Where are they?" Y/N is livid, wanting nothing more than to tear their head's off.

Nott snaps out of his entrances state finally, "You can't have them. Not yet."

Y/N can truly feel their gawking. It makes her really, really quite distraught and a bit ugly, though they're convinced she is the furthest thing from.

After a moment of silence, Y/N decided to take no bullshit, "Give me my clothes. Now."

"So demanding," Berkshire teases, hand quickly going for her chin, making her look up at him, "Such a spoiled little brat."

Y/N visibly cringes within his touch, "I'm gonna barf on you if you ever act this mushy again."

"We could just... you know, not give you back your clothes. Make you walk around Hogwarts in nothing more than a blanket," Malfoy suggests this mischievous thought in order to get Y/N to comply with their wishes.

"No," Y/N's voice is firm, "You're going to give me my clothes now if you don't want me to tell Dumbledore about this. Worst of all, if you don't want me to tell Cedric about this."

"Since when is he your guard dog?" Nott sounds pissed at the thought.

"He is not my guard dog," Y/N counters, her expressions growing increasingly more frustrated as she continues talking to these three, "But he is my friend. And he will be very, very angry when he sees my neck."

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