The Girl's Bathroom

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(sorry for slow updates, I have like 3 stories I update on here and 2 on another account so it's pretty stressful and slow lol, but I'll try updating every single one today. Other account:

@Sueboyle )

I slowly walked down, staring at the steps. When my legs finally hit the stone, I looked up. I saw the boy from earlier, I think his name was Tom, and sighed quietly. As I approached the dark green couch, he looked up slightly. He looked me up and down before turning back to the fire. I sat on the couch across from the one he was on and hugged my knees to my chest. "What are you doing here?" he said, keeping his gaze fixed on the fire. I thought about answering, then thought against it. Why does he care? It's not like he's killing someone, so why does it matter if I'm down here too. He sighed under his breath, and rolled his eyes dully. I began biting my nails, some kind of anxiety coming over me. My breath became heavy, and I felt like I was going to throw up.

He looked up from the fire, and stared at me wide-eyed. I put a hand over my mouth as I ran all the way up to my dorm. I carefully, but quickly, opened the bathroom door. I threw up into the sink. I washed my face, and brushed my teeth, mouth-washing for the second time tonight. I walked back down into the common room, and he was still there. He looked up, "What was that about? You acted like you were literally dying," he muttered under his breath, but I heard.

"Fuck off," I snapped back at him.

He immediately looked up and anger filled his eyes. He stormed forward, and pushed me back against the wall. I felt his wand press up against my throat. "Don't speak to me like that," he growled, breathing loudly. His breath smelled like strong mint, and it fanned my face. His body was close to mine, and I could feel the fabric of his clothing against my skin. I smirked, clearly amused. He raised his eyebrows, and I leaned forward to his ear.

"Or what?" I spoke slowly.

He bit his lower lip, and I leaned backwards against the wall. He leaned forward, but then turned his head. I grabbed his face and turned it to me, but he gripped my wrists tightly. "Don't," he said, before walking back up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. I sighed, what the fuck was that?

What the actual fuck?

It was only a joke, anyways. So it wasn't that deep. I just needed something to distract me from everything. Life is a literal piece of shit, and sometimes you just have to be distracted from everything occurring, and all the stupid shit going on. I felt tears prick down the back of my eyes, not because of Tom, because of Myrtle. Yes, I probably fucking hated her. But did I fucking want her to die? Absolutely fucking not. Tears fell, and I hugged my knees to my chest, sobbing into them. 

Choked cries escaped my lips, and I felt my pants dampen from tears. After what felt like eternity of me shaking and crying, I heard footsteps. I looked up and, surprise surprise, it was Tom. He walked right past me, not even acknowledging my existence. He sat back down in his usual spot, and stared emptily at the fire. I got up, dusted myself off, and walked back up to my dorm. On the fourth step, I felt someone grab my arm. "Don't try be cocky, or try that with me again. Or you'll fucking regret it," Tom whispered in a husky voice.

Something about the way he said it, was sinister. Like it was a worse threat than what he was letting on. My breath hitched in my throat for a second, and I struggled from his grip. I ran all the way to my dorm, and went straight to sleep. 

In the morning when I woke up, all my friends stared at me in shock and disgust. I wiped my eyes, and stared up at them in confusion. "What?" I questioned, squinting at the bright light from the window. Lydia exchanged a glance with Katherine, and Lydia opened her mouth first.

"You're an actual whore! You fucking kissed Tom, when you knew perfectly well about the rumours with Druella! No doubt they were fucking true, because she's down in the common room crying."

Then, Katherine turned to me. "I thought you fucking changed from being a slut. Guess fucking not huh? What's the bloody issue with you, and everything you fucking do. And don't try playing the victim. Just because your sister died, or got murdered, doesn't mean you can be a slut. This friend group, you're out of it. We are fucking better than a whore," she screamed. 

I felt tears prick in the back of my eyes, but I made sure not to let them fall. I quickly got changed and walked down to the common room. I saw Druella crying aggressively, and her friends trying to comfort her. Why is she even so pressed? No offence, but it's not like Tom does relationships. At least that's what it seemed like. Anyways, nothing even happened between me and Tom. The only thing that bugged me is the fact someone had clearly started those rumours. 

She looked up at me, and scowled. I straightened my skirt, raised my head high and strutted out, not caring what she was going to say to me. Actually, knowing her, she probably started those rumours. I remember her past experience: she used a hex on him for cheating. Only a few people knew that, and Lydia was in multiple friend groups- Druella's being one of them. Lydia told us, but made us swear it went no further than between us. Maybe if I spread the rumours, nobody would think I was a slut. They'd all talk about how crazy Druella was. The Great Hall was full, and I was one of the last people to walk in. As usual, professors weren't there. I walked straight to the front, and clapped my hands so loudly and roughly my hands hurt. 

Everyone turned to me, even Druella who was still sobbing.

"You may all think I'm a slut, but I'm not. Me and Tom did absolutely nothing! Knowing Druella, the crazy bitch she is, she started those fake rumours. You may think 'What do you mean crazy'. Yeah, you do don't you. Well remember her ex... I forgot his name. Jordan, was it? Yeah, remember how he mysteriously ended up sick in the hospital wing for a few days. She hexed him! Because he cheated. So, just addressing everything. Thanks for listening," I yelled so everyone heard.