𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𓂃𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚

Drunk on Youth

It was finally the season of the quidditch. Abraxas was the star of the Slytherin team, all blonde, handsome, popular and perfect. His fatal flaw was his pride and ego. But still Nott was the best player, and no one can say a bad thing about it. No one really dared, to be honest. Me and Tom were moving through the big crowd to find Rosier and Avery. Lestrange was off somewhere, as he said, he's not interested in these time consuming activities. It was pretty cold, so I wore my white overcoat and the Slytherin scarf. Tom looked neat. He almost matched my outfit with his black overcoat.

We saw the two boys standing in the middle of the crowd and Tom tugged on the shelves of my coat, almost pushing me forward to them. "Go..." he muttered in his usual expressionless, almost bored tone.

I stopped, on my left side Tom stood tall and head held high while Avery was smoking his usual evening cigarette on my right. I asked one from him and he quickly gave me one, even lighting it up for me. Tom, of course, was side eyeing all of this with his blood red eyes.

Before he could say anything, the crowd started cheering. We looked down and saw the Slytherin team walking in. They had this aura. The aura that you know it's dangerous. It's dangerous but it's also beautiful. It could blind anyone with its powerful charm. They moved with confidence, pride and arrogance, but still with elegance.

I was eyeing the crowd while taking a drag from my cigarette, Avery did the same but he was too focused on screaming at Abraxas. Everyone was cheering, my blue eyes darting around the green clothed audience. It slowly died down when we saw the familiar black and yellow attire. The crisp autumn air buzzed with excitement as the Hogwarts students filled the stands, eagerly awaiting the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. The green and silver of Slytherin clashed against the bright yellow and black of Hufflepuff, setting the stage for a fierce rivalry.

The match was the definition of boredom and excitement at the same time. We just smoked, screamed at the Hufflepuffs and sometimes at Abraxas.

As the game entered its final minutes, both teams were on edge. Malfoy spotted the Snitch darting toward the Hufflepuff end. With a burst of speed, he pursued it, weaving through players and narrowly dodging a Bludger.
In a tense moment, he extended his hand just as the Snitch hovered tantalizingly in front of him. With a quick flick of his wrist, he caught it, earning Slytherin 150 points and sealing their victory.

We found ourselves back into the dormitory, sitting by the fire, burning and painting us orange like a summer evening. Lestrange finally arrived, and of course, bringing something that is definitely stronger than butterbeer with himself. We didn't have shot glasses so we had to share the whole bottle, that went in and by our hands like luck. I was sitting next to Rosalia and Tom, feeling a little dizzy already.

I always thought I'm already too old for this but now in my younger body, I remember this feeling, and I know I miss the foolishness of the young years. I sat on the middle of the couch, my head fell back, looking at the ceiling while taking a drag from my cigarette, giggling like a fool at Avery's joke while handing the bottle to Rosalia. Tom didn't drink, or when he did, it never made his demeanor any different. I missed this. I missed them. I never dared to call them my 'friends' because of Tom, but now I see it the other way. I won't fear Tom that much in this life.

We were getting pretty tipsy by the end of the third bottle we shared. Rosier and Dalia already left, wonder why...
And we started getting less and less. The only ones left were me, Tom, Luca, Abraxas and Nott. The alcohol already got into my head as I was just lazily sitting on the couch. Abraxas took a sip from the bottle then almost threw up but he didn't let it out.
'God, I can't do this anymore... I feel so bad...'
'No, Malfoy, you can't do this—' Nott started
'Come on, blondie, it's your night!' Luca laughed.
'Do you really want to disappoint us?' Tom spoke up with a slight teasing tone, almost daring.

I immediately sat up, like Dracula from his 100 years of sleep, sitting up like I was the one in the casket. My eyes blew open, like I just came back from the dead.
'I drink half of the bottle if you drink the other half, starboy.' I smiled tipsily. I don't think I was only tipsy.

Everyone just stared at me with surprise and a slight concern.
'Prissy, now. You really shouldn't—' Nott started then Abraxas interrupted him with a laugh.
'Hell yeah...'
He handed me a bottle and I just handed Tom my cigarette without saying anything then grabbed the bottle and with one swing and a couple of gulps I drank the half of it.
Oh the dear Grant blood. Thank you grandfather.

I lowered the bottle and handed it to Abraxas who couldn't drink the other half, rather kneeling by the toilet, shouting at Nott to hold his hair. Abraxas had short hair. Nevermind. Luca rushed inside to help, leaving only my drunk self and Tom in the room. I glanced up at him, my head tilted back again against the couch as I saw him taking a drag from my cigarette, the cigarette my lipstick stained. He took a drag from that. And not only that, but with a satisfied expression.

I saw his blood red eyes, like two roses watching through the lace of my heart, soul and mind. Shattering it, devouring it then put it all back together again, making it more messy and broken that it's brokenness makes it even more perfect. I saw obsession, possession, something that just reminded me of the old Tom. I felt that he just wanted to take my whole to be his and only his. Not because of himself, but because I'm the one who beside he really feels himself. He works harder, more selfishly, more cruelly, more successfully.

I didn't know what to do as we started into each other's eyes. My drunk mind didn't work right now. I just furrowed my eyebrows, sighing, glancing away but somehow he always pulled me closer to him without moving even a finger.

'I want to go back... Marvolo—...'
'As you wish...' he stood up and took my hand, pulling me up and holding me close to himself. We walked back to my room and I was really concentrating on the way to not embarrass myself. He opened the door and pushed me down onto the soft silky mattress of my bed, my body sinking into it. He just stood above me as I looked up at him with a slightly confused expression.
'...what is it?—'
'Who are you.'
'...'
'...who are... you?... what... are you?... an angel came from heaven to drag me down to hell... or a siren came from hell to help me up to heaven?...'

'...what the fuck are you rambling about?—'
'It's a simple question, Priscilla. Who are you? How do you know about things only I should.'
I just slightly tilted my head on the pillow, a small smile appeared on my face as I slowly raised my finger, putting it before my lips, looking up at him with half lidded eyes.
'...shhh...' I softly giggled and his expression hardened. I sat up and took off my tight sweater, leaving myself in my white lacy tank top. I saw him clenching his jaw, but not looking away.

'Will you be dear and hand me my hairbrush, Marvolo?' I spoke, still with the same smile. He just sighed and handed it to me. I tried to stood up, stumbling upon my feet due to the alcohol and began to carefully walk towards the mirror. He closely followed me like a shadow and when I stumbled he held my arm from behind.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I started brushing my blonde hair tenderly. He leaned closer, his head over my shoulder and tilted his head towards my ear.
'Who are you?...' he whispered. God how I missed when he always used to do this.

'I am me... I am your past...present... and future.' I flashed him a small smirk as he slightly leaned back. I just simply fell back into my bed, pulling the sheets over me.
I stared up at him quietly for a while.

'What? A woman now can't even change into her robes without a male assistance?'
'I won't leave until you give me a proper answer...'
'Then I guess I give you a free show, no?' I said daringly and pulled on my tank top but before I could reveal anything besides my stomach he grabbed my wrists.
'No... not ye—... just don't move.'

'... I really think I'm gonna black out soon...'