⚠️TW ABUSE⚠️
Tomorrow was going to be awkward.
I jolted awake to the sound of Nora and Pansy belting out a tune in our dorm, their voices obnoxiously loud.
"Uh, but I'm into it, I'm into it!" Nora's voice pierced through my sleepy haze.
"Says she wanna fuck me later," Pansy chimed in, her laughter echoing as she waved her wand like a microphone.
I squinted at them, both facing each other with their makeshift microphones. "Girl, I'm into, I'm into it, I'm into it," Nora sang, clearly enjoying herself.
Groaning, I flung the covers off and dragged myself out of bed, my bladder feeling like it was about to burst. I stumbled toward the bathroom, desperate for relief.
"This mental pressure got me popping pills and shit," Nora continued, her voice still loud and relentless. But then she stopped mid-verse, her eyes widening as she spotted me. "OMG, Y/N!"
"What?" I asked, confused by her stunned expression. She was staring at me, eyes wide and mouth agape. I knew I looked rough, especially after a night of drinking, but surely not that bad.
"Have you got something to tell us?" Nora raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping across her face.
"Nora, what are you talking about?" I said, continuing my slow march toward the bathroom.
"Oh, come on! Stop messing around and just tell me," she pressed, now sitting at the end of her bed, her gaze fixed on me.
"Tell you what? I really don't know what you're on about," I replied, trying to ignore their antics.
"Oh shit, Y/N," Pansy said, turning to me with a look of sudden realization. "I know why Nora's acting like that."
"Do you not remember or something?" Nora asked, concern flooding her voice. "Because if you don't, I think we should tell Dumbledore."
"Remember what? Tell Dumbledore what? Can someone just fucking tell me what the problem is?" I snapped, my frustration bubbling over.
"Babe, I think you should just look in the mirror," Pansy said, turning away to grab her straighteners.
I hesitated for a moment, then walked in front of the mirror. The sight that met my eyes made my heart race. Fuck. I was still wearing Draco's Quidditch jersey.
Then it all came rushing back—last night. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"OH FUUUUUUCK!" I shouted, my panic rising. I snatched my phone off the bedside table and bolted for the bathroom door.
"Wait, what's wrong with her?" Nora asked, confusion lacing her voice as I slammed the bathroom door behind me.
"Um," Pansy hesitated, clearly unsure of how to respond.
"Spit it out, Pans," Nora pressed, her curiosity piqued.
"Y/N! Can I tell Nora what happened?" Pansy shouted through the bathroom door. I knew she wouldn't reveal my bruise or the truth about my dad; she'd either sugarcoat it or leave those parts out entirely.
"If you must!" I shouted back, my tone frustrated yet resigned. I listened as Pansy filled Nora in, carefully crafting a narrative. She didn't outright lie but said I had a panic attack because I was too nervous to have sex, which seemed plausible enough.
In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, needing the heat to help me process everything that had unfolded the night before. Draco and Theo had seen my bruise, I had panicked just before losing my virginity, and then I locked myself in the bathroom. It was a lot to take in.
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