𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 • 𝐝𝐦

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞

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I was walking with Daphne, Xavier, Soph and Draco towards the common room since the school day was over. "I heard Blaise is throwing a banging party tonight." Xavier says.
Sophia squeals, "Oh I have the perfect dress to wear." She smiles. Daphne nudges hee, "You've gotta do my make up, I still can't get that perfect wing." She turns to Sophia.

Sophia pats hee cheek lovingly, "Not everyone can do their wing eyeliner as good as me. But I'll help." I roll my eyes as I giggle, "Sophia, let's not act cocky." I say through a chuckle. She flashes me a look before wrapping her arms around Xavs arm, "Sorry, not sorry."

I turn to Draco noticing him smiling to himself, "What are you going to wear Malfoy? Your usual suit and tie?" I tease him. He smirks at me, but then it slowly fades into a cold expression. I watch his usual bright blue eyes dim as he everts his eye contact away from me, clearing his throat. "I've got some where to be." He says.

I narrow my eyes at him, "No you don't, what are you not telling me?" I ask him. He ignores me as he continues to walk. Left behind I shake my head as I know he's lying, "Stop." I grab his lower forearm arm. Flinching he whipped his head back at me, "Don't touch me." He says pulling away from me aggressively.

He storms off in the opposite direction and I look back wondering what I did wrong? Did I hurt him? Why did he flinch when I touched his arm? But before I could figure it out I was yanked by Daphne, "C'mon, we've gotta go get changed." She chortled as she linked her arm through hers.

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"Do you think this is too slutty?" Daphne says giving us a spin in her outfit that was a little tight but seriously hot. "No not at all." I say. "Pansy would have totally slut shamed me." She rolled her eyes as she applied her lip gloss.

That made me Sophia scoff, "That's all she does, slut shakes even though she's the slur herself. Duh." Sophia says doing her mascara.
I chuckle, "What about this." I say after adding the finishing touch to my outfit.
Sophia and Daph both looked at each other. Sophia came up to me, "You're single now babe, more cleavage." She winks at me.
I gasp laughing as Daphne laughs too, "Just what I was thinking!"

I try to protest but I slowly agree when I see myself in the tall mirror. I do look hot, and I shouldn't have to hide myself just because I was cheated on. I can be open now; I'm free.

The girls and I walked down towards the party as the common room was transformed into a night club. The windows created an illuminated room reflecting the water as fog filled the floor and intoxicating smoke filled the air. Music was blasting through my ears as I was being dragged by Sophia towards the booth.

Xavier was there, Theo was there so was Blaise. But James was there too. He was sitting there talking to Theodore drinking his vodka cruises getting drunk like always. I sat down and everted my gaze from him. I didn't notice Theodore beside me, "Hey Theo, can I have a hit." I ask him. He hands me the weed joint. I inhale the smoke and lean my head back exhaling it. "You look really good tonight." He says to me. I turn to him and flash him a grin, "You think?" I say.

He smirks at me as he leans in closes, "I know." He says under his breath. I could feel that he was drunk and high and probably only wanting to get laid. I rolled my eyes as I picked up a beer bottle and started to drink when my ears perked up, "Woah, James there's a whole circus on your neck. Which one was this, Tiffany Rows or Sarah Jean." Adrian says sitting down beside him.

I look up at James as see his neck has purple hues all over it. It made me angry to see him, so freely expressing how he feels out our relationship. Or what it was before he ruined that.
Annoyed I decided I wanted to leave the booth. I headed for the bar to try and order a drink. As I leaned over the counter I noticed that the bar tenders were the two tall and ginger twins everyone knew as their drug dealers, the Weasley twins.
"What can we get for you Sinclair." George Weasley says. "Get me a fire whiskey, straight." I say with a groan.

"Seems like someone wants to get blacked out." George whistles as he turns to make my drink. Fred comes around drying a glass with a towel, "Have you seen your mate Malfoy?" He asks me. I shrug as I had forgotten about him after he'd lashes out at me.
"I wonder if anyone knows where he is." I ask sarcastically rolling my eyes.

Fred places the empty glass in front of me. "Well, what to know where he is?" Fred says. I lean upward and give him a look, "Like you know."
"You'd be surprised." George comes around pulling out a piece of paper. I give them both a look. "A blank piece of paper, and what am I going to do with that boys?" I ask them.

"You'll see." They both say together. I sit up as they both sort of creep me out with their weird syncing twin stuff. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." George says pulling out his wand and pressing it down on the paper.

As words and lines stats to appear I lean over true counter. Not knowing if this was the weed hitting me, but it wasn't when I saw Fred and George both grinning at the lapsed.
"This is how we find all of our... late paying customers." Fred says with a smirk, clearly threatening.

I see everyone's names on this paper, and everyone's footsteps. Including everyone in the common room currently. But then my eyes start scanning the paper for Draco's name. When I see it I leap up off the stool. "Do you mind?" I ask picking up the paper.
"Go ahead, but you better not leave it anywhere." George says.

I walk out of the common room the map in my hands as I walk down the dark hallways only lit by the candles on the walls.
I turn down a corner near the room where Draco is. But as I near the end of the hallway it's a dead end. I look down at the map confused. "What.." I mutter to myself.

The map says he's here, but it's only the cold brick wall. I narrowed my eyes as I scoff closing the map as it's obviously a Weasley fake.
I walk away tired and frustrated with Draco and his constant lies and confusion.