Silent Affinity

C h a p t e r E l e v e n

My ears were ringing.

Pansy stared at me wide eyed, her mouth agape assuring me that I didn't imagine what just happened.

"Oh, damn." Blaise called out covering his nose and mouth with his hands.

Theo's fist shook at his side as he clenched the empty potion vile so tightly it cracked.

I dug my long nails into the sleek leather, eyes burned a hole through Astoria who sat nonchalantly across from me picking at her blouse.

What the fuck?

The deep urge to punch her in the mouth festered.

Pansy's hand barely graced my shaky arms, I flinched slamming my palms on the coffee table.

"So I'm guessing that was a bad thing?" Anthony called out awkwardly.

I shot up from my seat and trailed after you.

There was no way in hell you were going to get off scot free, Veritaserum or not you kissed me out of spite towards Theo.

Bodies crashed into me as I shoved them all out of the way in my drunken state of rage.

My heart was violently slamming into my ribs fighting to escape.

I turned the corner barely keeping myself straight as I raced towards your dorm.

My head was spinning, I stopped for a second steadying myself against the dark stone wall.

"Kat!"
Wait!"

Voices echoed through the hallway from behind me.

I slipped out of my heels snatching them for the ground and took off sprinting.

The door blew open, I lowered my wand and stomped inside,

"Fuck you Mal-"

You weren't here.

Darkness swallowed the room whole except for a few charmed candles floating around.

I spun around dumbfounded thinking for sure that you'd slither in here shielding yourself from the chaos you just caused.

"Where'd she go?"

I heard Pansy's voice getting closer.

Panicking, I raced to the door and slowly shut it.

"Colloportus." I whispered locking myself in.

My curious ear was pressed against the rough wood as I listened closely to see if I was caught.

Muffled sighs and groans faded off into the distance, I exhaled the breath I was holding in and pushed myself off the door.

I leaned down to fix my dress that was bunched up around my upper thighs.

Better compose myself after running here like a maniac.

As I turned to the door ready to take my leave, I heard a familiar sound.

My head swiveled around searching for the source.

I could feel the tiny vibrations of the quiet hums. Whatever it was, it was calling to me somehow.

My feet brought me over to your matte black desk.

Scrolls and spare parchment tacked neatly atop the surface.

My fingers trailed a line over several spines of books stacked neatly on the shelves above me.

I peered downward, the right drawer of your desk seemed to be projecting the sound the loudest.