Last Words Should Always Be I Love You ~ A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter 12

"Wake up!" Bizelda squealed, hurling herself onto Genevieve's figure curled up beneath the blankets of her bed. Gen felt Bizelda's weight on top of her like a tonne of bricks, and sat bolt upright, panic stricken, hair exploding in a curly mess around her. Her breathing was shallow and frantic, and her lips formed a scowl as the girls laughed from different places around the room, all shrugging on their robes. 

"Why, we don't have lessons-" Gen began to protest, flopping back down on the bed and tugging the sheets irritably back over her head, but Bizelda pressed onward persistently and dragged Genevieve out of bed by her ankle, so she was sprawled on the floor, only her head and elbows perched on the corner of her sunken mattress. 

"But today's the day we get to go to Hogsmeade!" Bizelda begged, bending down and tucking a few strands of hair behind Genevieve's ear, as she looked up and gave them all a queer look.

"Hogsmeade?" She said awkwardly, the word sounding uncomfortable on her tongue, as she rolled into a sitting position, stretching out her legs and tucking her arms beneath her nightgown.

"The little village just down the way. We're allowed to go down their every two weeks, if we have a permission slip-" Elissa began to say casually, but she dropped the sentence mid air before she could finish, turning to Genevieve who was attempting to get to her feet. "You do have permission to go, don't you?"

Gen looked over her shoulder, yawning and elongating her arms like a cat, before running a hand through her hair, which, much to her relief, had returned to its regular length, bar a few inches, which made it sway just below her waist. She must admit, it did feel a lot smoother and healthier.

"I think so... I believe my dad did say something about chaperoning a trip down to somewhere-" 

Elissa blushed at the mention of Genveive's father, her cheeks flushing pink, and she turned away swiftly, ducking into her trunk, keeping her head down.

Bizelda and Senemare shot each other a look and began giggling, hands coming up to cover their mouths. Genevieve, hearing the awkward silence, turned around from putting on her robes, and looked at them all, dazed and oblivious. "What?" She asked, brow creasing and pushing the hair which had flopped in front of her eyes to the back of her head. 

The girls giggling roe dramatically, and Senemare actually had to sit down, red in the face, as Elissa ducked further into her trunk, blushing so painfully she looked as if she's rather the ground swallow her whole.

"What is it?!" Genevieve whined, stamping her foot in frustration, looking at her friends impatiently.

"Nothing-" Bizelda began, but broke off with a snort of laughter. Senemare, who'd stopped laughing long enough to see Genevieve's wounded look, calmed herself and approached her with a gentle posture. Placing a tender hand on her shoulder, she pulled her into a hug.

"Gen, it's nothing. We were laughing because Elissa always gets really embarrassed and cringey around your dad. It's funny."

Gen looked incredulously over at Elissa, who was giving Genevieve a cautious look.

"So you do like my dad?"

Elissa nodded, but it looked as if it hurt her immensely to admit something so personal. Expecting Genevieve to flip out, she sunk back behind her trunk, only the top of her head visible behind the sheets.

Genevieve looked at Senemare and Bizelda, eyebrows raised, a smirk plastered to her face, cocky and teasing. The other girls stifled their laughter and winked at Genevieve.

"I wish you the best of luck in attempting to win over my father, Elissa. He seems a bit smitten with Dumbledore." She said in all seriousness, despite her joking words.