Selcouth [G.W]

Chapter 37

Monday, October, 19th. 1995

Capernoited (adj.)- slightly intoxicated.

Millies P.O.V

My body shoots up from the bed my chest rising and falling as my hand comes to touch my heart.

My ears are ringing and my thighs feel ...sticky, like your sitting down in the summer heat and you finally stand up sticky.

It takes me a moment- okay several moments to comprehend where I am and what's happening around me.

Birds chirping.

That's the first thing I hear.

They were loud, annoying, and made my head pound. Nothing was serene about them like they are in the books Draco used to read to me.

The next thing I notice is how sweaty my entire body is. I'm sure if someone saw me I'd look shining from how it glinted.

Then... Then I felt the way my stomach squeezed and pussy throbbed when my legs shifted to get comfortable.

Oh my god.

I had a sex dream about George.

Oh, my merlin.

Shit shit shit shit.

I was panicking on the inside, my heartbeat quickening all over again. Internally my body was in a frenzy. Externally I slowly my body comes to lay back down instantly a pain shoots through my body. I ignore it too occupied with something I've never truly thought about before.

Sex.

Don't get me wrong obviously, I've thought about it but never in a good way. Never in a way where my clit throbs and my thighs press together thinking about it type of way.

The more I push the thought from my brain, for now, to even out my breath once more I begin to focus on something else I began to hear more. This one being something much much worse.

Snores. Loud arrogant snores that I know would come from one person. I don't have to turn around to know it's Draco. He's the only one whose snores sound like a dying seagull.

Right. Let's focus on important matters for a second.

I can't tell you how he got here or how I got here, last night was blurry and my head hurts too much to try to dwell on it. I remember some things, those parts too short and hazy to compare and make a storyline in my memories but the one main thing I remember is "waking up" and my body hurting like it is now with my eyes to the ceiling and the soft name of someone that I know was real.

George.

I remember I could hear the murmur of Draco's voice but it was too soft too far away to know what he was truly saying, I thought it was fake noises in my brain trying to distract me from the real nightmares in front of me. Him. My mother shouting words at me, words that I... I can't remember.

but then I heard George's name and it bounced around in my brain at 100 miles per hour. shifting through my subconscious, through every memory and room I was locked in until it found which one I was in. It circled around me. It consumed me to a point where I could do nothing but follow the words and they lead me here.

In the present. To Draco asking a simple question.

He had just asked it but to me, I was searching and following that voice for hours. Time has always worked weirdly when I'm gone. Seconds feel like hours and minutes feel like months.