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Chapter 2 : That Night
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What now? I don’t know what to do. I find myself walking, nowhere in particular, my mind drifting off into memories. Memories of that night.
It was the middle of September, and there was a huge party in the room of requirement for the 6th and 7th year students. Everyone was there: it wasn’t an event to miss. But as the evening went on, I decided to head back to the common room as more and more couples started dancing, making out and god knows what. In fact, I was probably the only singleton there. Besides Albus, that is. Although thinking about it, I hadn’t seen him since the beginning of the evening.
I was on my way to the common room, when I bumped into Him.
‘Leaving already, Potter? The party’s only just starting!’ he said. God, he looked fit up close. I admit, I had found him attractive, but I would never have acted on it. Well, I wouldn’t have started anything, anyway. His eyes – a gorgeous icy blue-grey colour – met mine, and I felt a blush creeping up to my cheeks.
‘It’s all just couples in there. Not really my thing, being a gooseberry!’
‘Oh. Well it’s not really mine, either. Fancy going on a walk with me instead?’
And that is how I found myself outside with him at 11 o’clock in the evening. And we had such a good time! We sat under a tree and talked for hours. There was so much that we had in common, so much that I never knew about him. Glancing down at my watch, I saw that is had reached 3.
‘Oh! I really should go! I hadn’t realised it had gotten so late, and I need my beauty sleep!’ I gave him my hand to help me get up, but instead I felt his lips crash against mine. My heart was pounding, as was my head, but all I could think about was that I didn’t want this to stop. In fact, I think I might have told him that when he pulled away.
His lips met mine again, but this time I felt him pushing me to the ground, felt his weight as he rolled on top of me. I’m not going to lie - we’d both been drinking, a lot, and maybe this wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t been, but I hadn’t minded at the time! In fact, I rather enjoyed it! I moved my hands to his chest to unbutton his shirt. He pulled my top over my head and unfastened my bra. We took it in turns to remove each other’s clothing until we were both lying naked under the tree. And then we made love.
It was awkward and clumsy, as neither of us were very experienced. It hurt at first, but a good pain which wore off as time went on. And it was the best night of my life. Unfortunately, waking up the next morning wasn’t such a good experience. We’d slept outside under the tree wearing next to nothing. I hastily grabbed my clothes, dressed and went back to the school without waking him. We haven’t spoken since.
‘Lil!’ My head snapped up at the sound of my name. At the voice I hadn’t heard since that night. I looked into his icy grey eyes, the eyes of Scorpius Malfoy. The one and only son of Draco Malfoy. The father of my baby. Shit! How am I going to tell him? That’ll have to wait: I’ll think about it later. Right now I have to focus on getting through the next few minutes of inevitable awkwardness. ‘What are you doing here? I’d have thought you would’ve been at dinner.’
‘Yes. Well, I’m not feeling well, actually. I’ve just been to see Madam Pomfrey. I could ask the same for you.’
‘I’m on my way now. I was just going when I saw…’
‘What did you see?’
‘Nothing. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I promised him I wouldn’t. Anyway, how are you? I haven’t seen you since…’ Great. He brought up the night which I was trying to forget right now. ‘Look, have I done something wrong? It feels like you’ve been avoiding me. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to have left when I woke up.’
‘Um, yeah, sorry,’ I could feel myself blushing. ‘It’s just… well… I really… I mean, I didn’t… um, I have to go. Sorry.’ I ran away from the scene, my face as red as a tomato, leaving Malfoy standing there with an expression of shock and maybe even (though I’ll try not to get my hopes up) disappointment.
I ran up a flight of stairs, pausing by a wall. Feeling exhausted, I leant against it, wishing that I could just curl up in a bed and sleep. That was when I realised that I was by the room of requirement.
And sure enough, there was a door up ahead. I opened it, and there was a bed, looking so comfy that I knew I would be able to fall asleep as soon as I tucked myself in. Unfortunately I didn’t get the chance, although I did get a shock. In the bed was Albus, a horrified expression on his face which I’m sure reflected mine. And he wasn’t alone.
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