Paper Planes (Draco Fan Fiction)

13.

As I awoke the following morning, my skin felt icy. My hair was a mess, it looked like I had crawled through a field of thorn bushes for Merlin's sake. My head feels sore, which is no surprise given the amount of liquor I consumed, and my stomach felt as if someone had tied loads of tiny knots inside. 

I slowly rise my hands to my face, rubbing my cheeks gently, feeling fairly sorry for myself. Sweat from the night before still lingered on my face, making my complexion look like a greasy shit show.

 I do not recall how I got into bed last night. The last thing I remember vaguely is my drunken state, positioned on Snape's classroom desk, sobbing my heart and lungs out, over Draco fucking Malfoy.

I am so stupid.

Why did I let him in? Now he's going to think he has power over me, or some egotistical shit like that. I facepalm myself, which slightly hurt, but I deserve it. 

Just blame it on the alcohol. Everything will be fine. You hate Draco; it meant nothing.

I tilt my head to my left side, still plumped on my emerald cushion to see Pansy Parkinson sleeping peacefully on the other side of the room. She looked pleased with herself, even in her sleep I could sense the smug attitude; which is when I saw a husky arm wrapped loosely around her waist.

 Zabini. 

His arms were toned, he clearly takes care of himself. His features were interesting to me, as I compared them to Malfoy's.

Blaise's skin seemed soft and delicate, like silk. He has the sort of skin that when you touch it, you never want to let go. His muscles were like perfect lumps placed on his arms. Draco's skin was rough and pale, it was evident he didn't look after himself. You could clearly see his veins through his white sheets of skin, they struck out like lightening bolts almost. In the strangest way, it was attractive. 

Snap out of it. 

I need to remember that Malfoy is a vile human being. Although the events that happened last night weren't exactly awful, I can't let him brainwash me or manipulate me anymore then he probably already has. His touch was sensational, its like he opened up a side to me I did not know I had, but that didn't matter, he doesn't matter.

I decide to stumble up and head for a shower, it was definitely a good decision, I stunk.

I washed my hair swiftly with my cherry blossom scented shampoo and conditioner. Cherries are my favourite fruit, I'm obsessed with every aspect of them. From the colour of the fruit, to the divine taste, to the consuming smell of the. It is my signature smell. 

My body practically melted away at the shower's warm water and steam. My blood and skin craved to be nourished after last nights filthy incident. I imagined my wash as me rinsing away last night, like it would just disappear like that, which is not the case at all. Even after my relaxing soak, I still felt humiliated. I felt like I've let myself down, I shouldn't of given in.

I carelessly wrap a lime-coloured towel around my body, not bothering with my hair, and go to open the door. As I twist the doorknob and open the door, I am greeted with Blaise standing over me like a fucking tower. 

I jump at his presence, and my towel falls slightly down my chest, revealing more cleavage than I anticipated. 

"Fucking hell Y/N, are you trying to set the bathroom on fire, I can feel the steam coming off you." he raised his eyebrows at me. Steam was in fact coming from the bathroom, not me, I was now cold and uncomfortable by Blaise's  awkward encounter with me. My hair continued to drip onto my shoulders and down the sides of my arm as I sent Zabini embarrassed eyes and lightly brushed past him, yanking my towel back up as I do so.

He didn't feel uncomfortable, he's seen plenty of girls naked, including Pansy, which I bet is a sight. But the fact he was so calm at the sight of me revealed like that, just made me far more anxious.

He chuckles at my shyness. "You didn't seem this tense last night, you know" he states. "Didn't realise you fancied a bit of Malfoy." I scoff at his statement.

"I was very drunk, Malfoy was the first boy I saw, he saw me, nothing special. He's still dead to me." I spat quickly.

"I want to ask where you two went last night but I know I wont get an answer from you, so I guess I will just make the rest up myself." Blaise claims calmly as he throws his shirt over his head.

"If he fucked you he's lucky." he whispered, then looking back over at Pansy fast asleep, stupid and clueless. 

I stare at him stunned and confused before he slightly smirks at me and leaves the room, not saying another word.