"I'm bloody exhausted," James said, collapsing onto his bed in our shared dorm.
It was way past two in the morning at this point. After we ran, Tom Riddle eventually caught up to us, blaming us for the explosions in the Slytherin common room. I couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter when I saw his red face. He looked like a spoiled child yelling at someone for touching his things.
Yeah, he didn't like when I told him that.
Tom ended up reporting us to Slughorn because, well, he's a prick, but, before we could get even punished for it, four fifth-year Slytherins bursted into his room, screaming that "Heather Ironwood is a vampire" or something like that. Slughorn ran to the common room to find a bloody Mara but no Ironwood. He didn't even notice that we'd slipped away.
"Me too," I laughed, holding onto his bedpost and looking down on him, "but you have to admit that was amazing." James rolled his eyes and buried his face into his pillow, ignoring me.
"Absolutely," Remus grinned, still on an adrenaline rush from setting off the explosives. "I never knew that Malfoy was so devious."
"Yeah." I smiled, patting the bedpost before moving to lay down on my own bed. "She's got an eye for a good time, that one."
This made James sit upright, staring at me inquisitively. "You fancy her, don't you?"
"N-No." I shook my head, taking off my shirt and flinging it to the floor. "No, it's not like that. 'Lex and I have known each other since we were seven. She's basically my little sister."
"Yeah, sure," James snickered.
I rolled my eyes and pulled my pyjama shirt onto my torso. "I mean it. She... Was really important in my childhood."
"What?" Remus asked, suddenly intrigued, "what do you mean, Padfoot?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"Yes, you do," James stated, eyes full of curiosity.
"It's just that... She's the only pureblood I know who's... Like me. I mean, sure, when I was seven, I just thought she was cute or whatever but when we got older... I just realized how similar we were," I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words for it, "she wasn't... snobby or rude or obsessed with blood like all of the others were-- like my family was. It was freeing," I looked at the floor, thinking about Alexa and smiling, "I could be myself around her. I didn't have anyone else like that-- well, not until I came here and met you guys."
"Oh," Remus said. James was quiet.
"So, Prongs," James looked up at me, "I know you don't like her but... She's a good person. I mean that." James didn't say anything. I could practically see the wheels turning in his brain as he stared at the ground in front of me. I sighed, getting into bed. "Anyways, today was wicked fun. 'Night, guys."
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The Burning of the White Wisteria
Fanfiction"You got what you wanted, Tom," my voice was barely above a whisper as I spoke, "you control me. You've won. Isn't that enough for you?" "That's the thing, Little Alexa, it's not." His eyebrows furrowed deeply on his handsome face. "I can't explain...
