Traitor : Fred Weasley, Draco Malfoy & OC Fanfic

Chapter 20 - Hypocrite

My eyes fluttered open and instantaneously my head began to pound as though it had been thumped with a Beater's bat. I collapsed against the luxurious fluffy pillows that supported me, deciding I wasn't strong enough to get up yet. Tightly closing my eyes, I tried to propel myself back into sleep but the ringing in my ears interrupted every peaceful thought.

As my senses became clear, I heard soft snoring next to me. My heart dropped as I didn't recognise who it was, I knew what Daphne sounded like when she slept and it wasn't this. I kept my lids snapped shut, too fearful of who I might see next to me.

I suddenly became very aware of my clothing, I was only wearing my underwear and nothing else. Plucking up all of my courage, I rolled to my side to see his pale skin glisten as the morning light began to force it's way through a gap in the dark curtains.

I gazed at Draco for a moment, taking in how lovely he looked, when he was asleep and his face wasn't contorted in disgust. Despite still wearing his black suit from the night before, he looked peaceful, which was a very rare sight.

As though my gaze had scorched his skin, his eyes fluttered open and his face once again twisted in confusion and malice.

"What are you looking at?" he grumbled, his deep morning tones sending my core aching for him once again.

I rolled on to my back again and lifted myself up to perch on the end of the bed. My clothes were nowhere in sight, I had no clue how I'd gotten in here without wearing anything but this.

Glancing around the room, I realised this couldn't have been the room of a teenage boy. The black four poster bed jutted out into the middle of the room. Both men & women's fragrances lined the dressing table in the corner and matching deep green dressing gowns hung on the door that lead to an en-suite. My suspicions were affirmed when my eyes fell on a grand portrait of Lucius & Narcissa that hung on the wall directly across from the bed.

I jumped from the bed as though they were really in the room and they had caught us in the act. What would they think if they knew I had spent the night in their bed?

"Draco, we're in your parents room!" I shrieked, picking up a pillow and throwing it lightly at his head.

"Quiet" he growled, never lifting his position from the pillow. I huffed and defiantly began riffling through drawers to find something to wear so I could get out of there as quickly as possible. Picking out a dark black shirt which I assumed to be Lucius', it was long enough to be a dress, I buttoned it around my body. My bag and satin shoes were strewn by the bed and I slipped them on, creaked open the door and slipped away silently.

I wandered out into the hall, it was silent and if there wasn't a ghastly mess you would never have known that the house had been heaving with witches and wizards only last night. Daphne suddenly came to mind and I wondered if she had spent the night here too.

All of a sudden I heard hushed voices from a door that was slightly ajar along the corridor. I creeped to see inside and as my vision focused I saw Daphne and Blaise in a bed, having just woken up too. I pushed the door wider to make myself known. This was more like Draco's room, it was neat all apart from Daphne and Blaise's clothes in messy puddles around the bed.

"Good morning" I grimaced. Looking at the two dishevelled people in front of me, they were clearly feeling just as rough as I did. They had a vacant glaze over their eyes and Daphnes hair cascaded wildly around her pink face.

"I feel awful" Daphne groaned holding her head in her hands before she suddenly looked up at me in surprise, "Where did you stay?"

"In Draco's parent's room" I admitted, as she narrowed her eyes at me and surveyed my strange outfit.