pureblood.

t w e n t y - t w o

"Look. I'm just not in the mood okay." He says aggressively "Don't push me." You could see that there was something wrong with him, it was written all over his face. He opens his trunk and pulls out a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. "Fucking hell can I get a bit of privacy please!" He shouts as he notices me looking at him. His voice was harsh and cruel as he speaks . What was wrong with him?

I turn around and sit on my bed. I could feel my emotions fall from one-hundred to zero as I listen to Malfoy scuttling around his side of the room as he gets changed. I feel helpless, as if I couldn't do anything, that it was my fault that he was so angry.

I reach over to my bedside table and pick up one of the strawberries from the wooden bowl that I stole from the hall. I inspect it as I pick it up. The colour is a bright crimson red, strawberries only look like this in summer when they are in season. I bite into it and the sweet flavour lightens my spirit.

I glance over my shoulder and Malfoy is putting the black t-shirt over his head. Thankfully he doesn't see me look as I turn away as he pulls his head out of the top of the shirt. He is one of those people that looked really good in black . I don't know if it was because it added to his mysterious allure or if it was the fact that he would literally never wear any other colour. Either way he looked good.

"I'm going to get some air. I'll be back later." He says while walking across the room to the door. He is now wearing a leather jacket. Damn. The typical bad boy uniform looked unreal on him. He walked out of the door and slams it behind him.

I pick up my watch and it's nearly ten o'clock. His going to get caught walking around the halls at night and with our emotions the way they are, that is the last thing we need. I look through my trunk and pull out the small bottle of fire whisky tucked away underneath all my clothes. I open it and the smell reminds me of my father. The way he would drown himself in this before going to bed at night. I started to drinking after my grandmother passed. It helped me sleep and took away the pain.

I had stolen the bottle from my fathers cabinet before I ran away. It was one of the bottles that you could hide in your pocket and no one would have a clue. Father mainly carried these around when we would go out to restaurant and he wanted a drink. Places never had a strong enough whisky for him. He wouldn't have notices that these were being stolen from him because we didn't go out much after Grans death.

I pour the contents of the small bottle into my mouth and the burning sensation runs down my throat. I instantly get this warm feeling fall over me. I take another swig from the bottle until it has all gone and throw the empty glass back into my trunk. I don't want to feel helpless anymore.

I lay on my bed and let the alcohol consume me. It is all I can smell and the memories start flooding back to me. I remember when my mother found out that I had been drinking. She didn't speak to me for two weeks because I refused to see a councillor at school. I mean it isn't like they would have understood what I was going through. One mad witch mother who wouldn't even let me out of the house to see my friend. And a drunk wizard father who was only around for the petty things. This was the time that Uncle Severus had given me my wand and I had started practicing. I wanted to run away from that hell for months.

"Your going to end up like your Uncle if you carry on the way you're going." I hear my mothers voice play in my head.

They had told me that Uncle Severus was a drunk and had lost his mind once my father's mother passed away. My Uncle and my Father shared the same mother but not the same father. My Uncle's father was abusive to my grandmother. My grandfather was a wizard. I know that now.

I turn in my bed and look at my watch again. It was nearly eleven thirty. An hour and a half had gone by since Malfoy left the room. I had been laying feeling sorry for myself all this time and Malfoy was roaming around the Castle on his own.

I sit up and I can feel all of the alcohol running to my head. My sight is fuzzy and I feel like I had been on a carousel. The last time I was this drunk was when I snuck out of my house to go to a party at my friends house after I hadn't eaten anything all day. I had only eaten one strawberry all day! No wonder I feel so bad.

I manage to pull myself off the bed and pull my black boots onto my feet. I grab my scarf and a long cardigan from the top draw of my dresser. I also spray myself with my perfume and hope that it masks the smell of alcohol on my breath. I pick up the bowl of strawberries and my wand and walk out of the door into the corridor.

The corridor is empty and quiet. There is light seeping from the bottom of the doors of the dorm rooms around me. I get to the stairs and the Common Room is empty too. The fire has just gone out by the smell of the smoke fulling the room.

Walking around the halls trying to find someone is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I forgot how big this school really is. The doors to the Great Hall are locked and the courtyard is deserted. He wouldn't have gone too far. It is way too cold outside for someone to be outside so long. The fresh air makes my condition worse as I stumble down the halls.

I reach a spiral staircase at the far corner of the castle. I look up and the stairs look as if they would go on forever. There is a small light at the top which gives me hope that I have found him. I begin my ascent and the dizzy feeling almost makes me feel sick.

I finally get to the top and trip over the final step spilling the strawberries all over the floor. As I fall I see Malfoy leaning over the railing of the balcony of the tower. The room was dark besides the small light that shined from the end of Malfoy's wand.

"What are you doing here? Do you want to get us both expelled?" He whispers as he helps me off of the floor.

"I thought you might be hungry." I whisper and then laugh afterwards realising how stupid that sounds.

He starts to laugh along with me. "Shame, because I actually am starving." He whispers while looking around at the strawberry mess that I had made.

"Isn't there a spell which cleans strawberries?" I giggle.

"Sadly not I'm afraid." He replies while picking the strawberries off the dusty floor. "Besides you've squished most of them when you fell."

I glance down at myself and I see all of the squashed strawberries all over my front. The jam like consistency is all over my cardigan and scarf. I swipe my finger along the mushed jam and lick it off my finger. "It's not so bad." I say.

He gets off the floor and walks over to me. He then does the same thing but takes a piece from the front of my scarf. His touch is almost addictive. He then licks the red jam off his finger. "I guess it would be a shame to waste it."