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September 1995
The rest of September is pretty boring. No more parties happen so I can’t get absolutely wasted and it's just school that we all have to worry about. Umbridge put up these new rules that we have to follow, but if you’re a Slytherin and especially if you're a part of our group, you can get by without following them.
I’ve been having more conversations with Snape even though he told me to stay away from him. Ever since I told him about the flashback I had of me getting my mark he’s been a lot nicer to me. I still don’t know why he told me not to speak with him anymore last year though. I get the feeling that he couldn’t help himself so now I meet with him after class every once and a while to discuss when and how my mark has been affecting me in which I tell him mostly at night and not much bleeding just hurting.
Draco has now been waking me up from my dreams since he told me he would. One night it was particularly bad.
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I’m in a woods in the late evening sprinting from what I know to be those men that are trying to find me and bring me to my father once again.
“HEIR OF RIDDLE GET BACK HERE!” They shout various things at me, echoing what they said to me last year in the forbidden forest and then as I am running, an image of my father, new and reborn, pops into my head. I trip at the sight, causing the men to capture me.
“Vay!” Draco yells at me, shaking my shoulders gently to wake me.
I wake with gasp and my eyebrows furrow in discomfort as my eyes begin to fill with tears. Theo wakes up from the noise and looks at me with pity. He closes his curtains, trying to give Draco and I space, knowing it was another bad dream.
I sob in Draco’s arms when I finally come back to reality, partly because my wrist was stinging. He holds my head with his hand while I wrap my arms around his torso and bury my head into his chest, wanting my stupid fucking head to stop thinking.
He never bothers to ask me what my dreams are about, which I am thankful for. I told him when we were late for class that one time that it was about my parents, but there’s no way he can think it’s just that. I’ve never even seen my father like that before so how did my brain manage to come up with that image??
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Another thing to mention is that Cain and I have been going out to smoke spliffs (which I learned is the british slang for a weed ciggie) at the spot that I first had one outside the castle. Our time to meet there is 2:00am on Fridays. If Draco wakes me up before then because I’m having a bad dream, I simply won't go and Cain knows not to wait for me past 2:10. How does Draco not wake up since we’re now sleeping in the same bed? Well, on Fridays I will normally distance myself from him in our bed and can normally wake up, smoke for thirty minutes and get back in the bed without being detected.
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“Do you ever write to Gabriella?” I ask Cain, taking a drag at our usual spot on the grass outside Hogwarts. It is getting cold, but I’ll deal with a little bit of cold if it means thirty minutes of not having to think about anything besides how giddy I am.
“Nah. Her father is a right toff -rich lad-” He explains, “Won’t give her any of me letters.”
“Does her dad not like you?” I ask.
“Nah.” He takes another drag.
I hum in response and a non-awkward silence passes.
“Why ya drink so much?” He asks me casually. I ponder on the question for a moment. Do I drink a lot? I guess I do. Probably three times a week whenever Draco isn’t around. I normally take a gulp of my hard liquor which I hide under one of the bedside tables. But why? Probably because there’s a risk of the entire student body figuring out I’m the daughter of the most evil wizard to ever live.
“Dunno.” I respond.
“Sure ya do. Ya just don’t wanna tell.” He says with a smile.
“No. I can’t tell you.”
He shrugs. “We gotta get back. Don’t want ya boyfriend gettin’ all cross with ya.”
“Yeah.”
We start to get up from where we’re sitting and I put my spliff out on the wall of the castle before discarding it into the grass. We start our walk towards the entrance of the castle.
“Speaking of, have ya shagged him yet?” Cain asks and I make a disgusted sound.
“No Cain.” A moment passes while I think. Would he even want to? Considering I’m a halfblood, he definitely wouldn’t want to have children with me or get married one day. That would be a sin he could never forgive himself for. Another thing comes to my mind. My mark. What the fuck am I gonna do about my mark?! He still doesn’t know it’s there since I wear long sleeves all the time. If we had sex he would definitely see unless I cover it with makeup. Yeah. That could work.
“I don’t think he would want to.” I say sadly.
“Why ya say that?” He asks, putting out his spliff on a nearby wall; and throwing it into the grass before we enter the castle.
“Well ya know…imma halfblood.” I now whisper since we are now sneaking through the halls of the castle, stumbling over my words a bit because I’m high.
“Vay, if he cared about that, he woulda been long gone by now.” He whispers as we reach the entrance of the common room.
“Yeah. I guess we’re both just nervous.”
“He certainly is.” Cain mumbles to himself.
I turn to him sharply, wobbling a bit. We have now entered the common room.
“What do you mean by that?!” I ask, concerned. What did Draco say??
“Oh- Shit- no- uhhhh- nothing.” He says, turning away from me and trying to walk up the stairs towards the dorms to get away from me.
“Cain Davids! What the hell did he say to you?!” I yell in a whisper, running up the stairs to try and follow him in his long strides.
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Another day, down in the common room with the lads, plus Pansy while Brindi and Vay are out doing extra credit for Care Of Magical Creatures after school:
“Are you ever gonna shag her?” Cain asks, rolling his eyes after they were having a casual discussion about how Vay and Draco’s relationship was getting on.
Theo goes into an awkward silence and Pansy giggles at the question. Both Cain and Blaise are eager to hear the answer.
“Should I have by now?” Draco asks curiously, making harsh eye contact with Cain.
Pansy lets out a heavy laugh.
“What’s so funny?!” Draco asks angrily. He gets a nervous feeling in his stomach since the only girl in the room is laughing.
She laughs some more. “Nothing, nothing…you’re just overthinking it.”
“I don’t think you're thinking enough.” Blaise teases, holding in a laugh as Pansy hits him on the arm telling him to knock it off.
“Am I not?” Draco asks, concerned. Cain goes to sit on the coffee table in front of him to better meet his eyes.
“Don’t listen to them. I would say just pick a right time-” Cain starts.
“I cannot handle this anymore.” Theo says, raising his hands by his head and walking away up towards his dorm room and the rest laugh in response, besides Draco, who is taking this conversation extremely seriously.
“How do I know when the right time is?” He asks Cain seriously.
“Do it on her birthday.” Blaise comments from where he’s sitting.
“Nah. Don’t- wait…that could be good since it’s also Valentine’s day.” Cain ponders.
“That is so corny.” Pansy comments with a shake of her head.
“Would it be?” Draco asks, still in a concerning way and the rest can’t help but laugh at how seriously he’s taking this.
“Just take your time. It’ll come naturally.” Cain explains.
“Eh, you might not wanna wait too long. She probably shagged the chosen one first week she met him.” Blaise jokes.
“Blaise!” Pansy scolds him.
Draco looks side to side nervously, leaning back against the couch. Now I’ve got this disgusting image in my head. What if she really did shag him? No. Not Potter the nutter.
“Draco, just do it when you feel like the time is right. Do not rush it.” Cain explains and gets up from his seat on the coffee table to go outside and smoke a fag.
“I think I’ll join you.” Draco says, hastily getting up and following Cain out of the common room.
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Cain makes his way inside his dorm before he can elaborate. Shit. Was Draco really nervous about it? I’m still not convinced that he isn’t nervous about it because I’m a halfblood. I know his father is pretty strict on that regard. Although I’ve only heard things like ‘My father’s gonna kill me for this’ or ‘Father’s gonna be fuming’ after he gets a bad mark in school, which happens a lot. He definitely got better after we got together and I started helping him with his work though.
I walk into our dorm silently, tip toeing across the floor. Draco is sleeping on his side, facing away from me. I pull the covers back slowly and snuggle back into the bed. I know you must’ve hated me drinking and smoking so much. I should’ve felt guilty, but I didn’t. I was so wrapped up in my own accord that I didn’t have room for any guilty feelings.
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I know she’s been leaving. Every Friday night. Where? I have no idea. My worst and only thought is that she’s going somewhere to drink. I’m more pissed off with her than actually sympathetic which is why I haven’t brought it up. Ever since the party where she got absolutely pissed, I’ve been trying to watch her with a hawk.
It’s true. Draco had been watching her like a hawk. When Vay has her free bell he even sometimes skips his transfiguration class to sit with her in the courtyard and talk about Quidditch (that’s mostly just him rambling though), old stories about Theo and Vay having stupid sibling fights, and other casual stories. Vay always tried to stop him from skipping class, but he would simply pull her in with his arm around her back and kiss her neck. That normally was all the convincing she needed.
The next party I’m not going to leave her side unless it’s to go to the bathroom. I know she’s not drinking ‘just for fun’. Hell, I don’t drink just ‘for fun’ normally and being the seeker on the quidditch team has responsibilities. When you have morning practice at 7:00am in the morning you can’t necessarily drink a lot.