pureblood.

t h i r t y - t h r e e

I awake the next morning with a pounding headache. Which is strange because I barely drank enough to give me a hangover. The curtains are wide open letting in all the fresh daylight. But I didn't want to see it.

I pull myself out of my bed and drag myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and I'm astounded at my appearance. My eyeliner is smudged all around my eyes making me look like a raccoon. My lipstick has smeared from my lips to my left cheek. And my arm.

I had managed to make a shitty bandage out of a old t-shirt and a hair tie. Why would I use a white shirt? The blood stain has turned a deep crimson red against the harsh white. It was disgusting. I pull off one of the hair ties from my wrist which has lefts a indent in my skin. The bloody thing could have cut off my circulation. I peel back the fabric from my arm which pulls off the scab which has formed in my sleep. The blood starts to pour out of the cut again, dripping blood into the sink. Even with the scabs you could still see the writing clear as day.

I'm Draco's girl.

The irony of it all makes me feel stupid. Even though we had argued. I couldn't get rid of him from my life. I had to go with him this weekend and I still had to share a room with him. I'm stuck with him like the scar that this is going to leave on me.

I look back into the dorm room and his bed is made the same just as he had left it yesterday. Untouched. Merlin knows where he slept last night. But frankly I didn't care. I hoped that he slept on the floor of the pitch wasted drunk. Or that he hadn't slept at all and is walking the grounds lost. The thought makes me smile.

I peel off my pyjamas and throw them in a heap on the floor. I leave the bloody shirt in the sink with the hair ties. The water starts running and instantly the water turns red on the shower floor. It was all the way up my right forearm and some on my side.

I rub my face and hope that some of the war paint from last night has washed off my skin. What a waste of time that was. I managed to wash my body and hair without getting any of the soap into the cut.

I hear somebody knocking on the dorm door. The knock is violent enough to hear through the walls of the bathroom. I had no idea who it is. If it was Malfoy he would have just walked in. Why would he knock on his own door?

I grab my towel and wrap it around my body. The towel is almost to my ankles because it's so big.

I walk over to the door and open it. It's Blaise. Wearing his quidditch uniform. It was a strange sight seems as though I had only seen the Gryffindors quidditch uniform. The cloak is a same colour as everything else, green. He is wearing a knitted sweater underneath similar to the one that my grandma gave me. "Hi." He says awkwardly realising that I'm in a towel.

"Hi?" I say in a harsh tone. What does he want now? I know he's probably just trying to be nice but this is getting too much.

"How are you?" He asks shyly.

"Fantastic. Can we talk later I'm kind of in the middle of something." I snap back at him.

"Did Malfoy come back here last  night?" He says trying to peer into the dorm room.

"No. I've not seen him. Why?"

"I've been looking for him all morning." He says with a stressed tone in his voice. "He didn't turn up to morning practise so I thought he might be here."

"What time is it?" I ask him worried that I had been sleeping all morning.

"It's only eleven." He says glancing down at his leather strapped watch. "Can you help me find him?"

I don't even think about my response. "No why the hell would I help you find that prick."

"Because as much as his an arsehole you know you still care about him." He snaps back to me. "So?"

I roll my eyes. I hate it when people are right. Caring about people is my weakness. No matter how cruel somebody is to me I can't help but see the best in them. I hated him but not enough to leave him. His probably wondered into the forest on his own. And who knows what could have happened to him.

"Come in then. I just need to get changed." I say opening the door all the way and walking over to the bathroom.

He walks in a sits down on the lid of my trunk. My bed is unmade and the sheets are creases at the bottom of my bed.

I walk back over to my bed and stand in front of him. I needed to get some clothes. "Excuse me?" I say ushering him to get off my trunk.

He stands up and walks over to the Malfoy's side of the room. "You going to tell me what happened last night then?" He asks leaning against the chest of draws.

"Malfoy happened." I say rooting through my trunk for something to wear. The day is clear but the air is cold and harsh. I pull out a pair of black jeans and my grandmas sweater.

Blaise walks closer to me. "What's with the ancient quidditch jumper?" He asks with a confused face.

"It was my grandmas. Well technically my grandfathers." I explain. "It's a quidditch jumper?"

"Yeah. The crest has just been pulled off." He says pointing to the right side of the jumper. He pick the jumper off my bed and looks at the tag.

"Who's A.G?" He asks.

"I'm guessing it's my grandfathers initials. I don't actually know what his name is." I say. I had never even looked at the tag in the jumper. It was a detail I didn't notice or think about until now.

"G for?" He says hesitating as he speaks.

"Greengrass." I say finishing his sentence. "My mother's name."

"So why's your last name Snape if your a pureblood?" He asks. "I thought your Uncle was a half-blood."

"He is. My Uncle and my dad have different fathers. My dad is the eldest. His father was named Avery, but when my grandfather died, my grandma married a muggle. And my father changed his name too when they married. So my father became Erik Snape. Which makes my family name Snape, not Avery." I ramble on.

"Ivy Avery. That's a fucking tongue twister." He mocks.

I snatch the jumper from his hands and walk into the bathroom closing the door behind me.

My family history is confusing to me let alone for Blaise to understand. The idea of family is alien to me. My dad was never around because he was either working or drunk. And my mother was. Well she was strange to say the least. She didn't speak unless she needed too. She was basically a mute by the time I had turned ten. The only family I had growing up was my Uncle and my grandma. I was happy when my grandma moved in with us when I was twelve. She loved my mother but she knew that my father was controlling her as much as she was controlling my powers. He has some sort of hold on her which made her weak and sad. I think it broke her heart seeing her daughter like that.

I take off my towel and put on my knickers. I sit down on the toilet and pull the skinny jeans over my legs and drape the jumper over me. The smell is so comforting. The smell of her dusty rose perfume and her fresh smelling hand cream. It's a strange but loving combination.

I walk back out of the bathroom and Blaise is sat back on my trunk. And my bed is now made. "What? I couldn't just leave your bed like that." He says with a blank face.

"Your a odd ball. Come on. Let's find the stupid cunt before something else does."