Vermilion (SCOROSE)

6. Friday October 15th, 2022: In which I meet Eve-Anne

Friday, October 15th, 2022, Common Room, Late.

Yesterday was a long day. Today, nothing interesting happened in particular. 

But, yesterday, however...

After Malfoy welcomed me to his 'humble abode' and I had caught my breath, I immediately picked myself up from the carpet, even though it was so nice and thready and warm. 

"Mudfloy, I'm in the boys dorm, you've taken me to the boys dorm," I breathed out, telling it more to myself than to him. I might have caught my breath, but I was still in a frenzy. I wasn't supposed to be here. If a prefect saw me here, or if a random bloke saw us--

They'd get the wrong idea. 

Completely wrong idea.

And I'd get in trouble.

"I'm aware," he replied dryly, still resting on the ground like a snow angel, gaping aimlessly at his room's ceiling. 

"Why am I here? Why did you take me here? Malfoy, for real, I have no idea what just happened or what exactly we ran from but--" 

He interrupted my soon-to-be speech, "You're not leaving, Weasel."

"Weasel? Malfoy, this isn't first year. This isn't a game. You're supposed to be tutoring me, why am I here? This is so unprofessional," I was pacing nervously around a bed. There were three beds in this room. It was huge. Possibly the largest dorm room. The beds were singles and separated from each other, accompanied by a study desk at their sides and a small closet. They looked far more comfortable than the poster beds Ellie, Laura, and I slept on. 

"Unprofessional?" He repeated, I could hear the smirk in his voice, "I didn't realize I was in a job interview with the Minister of Magic, sorry."

I grunted. 

Always this insufferable.

I can't believe I actually even somehow managed to have a humane conversation with this work of nature yesterday. Let alone, I hugged him! I must be severely demented and deranged.

"Malfoy, I'm leaving," I told him, standing tall over him as he watched me uninterestedly from the floor.

"Go ahead, the dorm room beside this one is a prefect's, and there are boys all around. Also, there's a party in the common room."

Blimey. The party. That's what Al mentioned, then. 

That's why the ground was practically vibrating. Ohhhh. The thought had occurred to me that maybe we were going through a minor 10 minute long earthquake but I was so tired of everything, I didn't even think to ask. I had started giving less and less fiddlesticks about the unusual things surrounding me.

"I'm trapped here with you," I sank into the edge of a bed--whose it was I had no idea--but it had become clear to me that this was definitely the kind of absurd fluff I expected from Mudfloy. 

"You should be happy I let you in through the back," he said, then added quickly, "Bugger, I'm saying a lot of kinky shit today."

It took me a few seconds to process what he said, then I just shook my head and sighed out all the pain that hanging around this bloke brought onto me. I think every minute I spent with Mudfloy was a year short of my life span. 

Silence ensued and, then, "Weasley?"

I was so tired I just full on laid down on the bed, I didn't even care anymore. It could have been flipping Douche Daniel's and I couldn't care less. Even Mudfloy's.  

"I punched a bloke." 

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, I figured."

"I actually destroyed him, more like."