She || Drastoria

1 - Blood Stain

"Shit."

Draco pushed his fist against his mouth, preventing himself from cursing further as pain shot through his foot.

He stole a quick glance back at the bed and inwardly sighed with relief when it was clear that the figure hadn't been disturbed.

Having no idea what caused the pain on the bottom of his foot given the amount of crap strewn over the floor, he quickly grabbed the remainder of his clothes, making sure his wand was still in his pocket and hobbled out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

He glanced around at his surroundings, trying to remember the way out. But the previous night was a blur and all he could remember was snippets of a girl giggling and whisky... lots of whisky.

She was bottle blonde, he suddenly recalled, and had big lips and a voluptuous cleavage which practically spilled out of her very tight dress. She had tasted of vinegar and cheap perfume when they kissed, and sounded like a chimpanzee on Valium when they fucked.

He remembered all of that, he remembered most things, except for her name.

And the way out of this fucking place.

The hallway he found himself in was dark, and he quickly used the opportunity to hurriedly throw his shirt on, but before he could start with his trousers, the door opposite him suddenly opened.

Draco froze, readying himself to be faced with an angry overprotective big brother or a raging father. It wouldn't be the first time...

But to his relief, a girl of around his age slipped out. A girl dressed in shorts and vest, presumably her pyjamas, with long dark wavy hair that fell around her shoulders and eyes that even in the dark he could tell were beautiful.

At first, she appeared naturally startled by the presence of a half-dressed man standing outside her bedroom, but then she quickly managed to recover herself and a small smile crept to her lips as she inquisitively cocked an eyebrow.

"Nina?"

Draco just blinked at her. For a second, he thought she was calling him that, and he was about to correct her and explain that his name was in fact Draco, when he remembered the girl whose bed he had just snuck out of.

Nina. Of course. That was her name.

His lips tugged into an awkward smile as his hand pulled at the back of his neck. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he felt deeply ashamed of his cowardly behaviour.

He never usually let himself fall asleep afterwards, instead preferring the dip and quit approach. It was less messy that way. The last thing he wanted to do was wake up and have that awkward conversation where a hangover and the dying need to get out of there would drive him to promise the girl that he'd call her back, even though he never had any intention of doing so.

But the sex with this Nina girl had been exhausting, and she had been so... enthusiastic, riding him like she was on a bucking bull. It had taken him ages to orgasm, to the point where he didn't actually think it was going to happen. But luckily, she eventually (after getting her fill) clambered off him and began to suck him off. That seemed to do the trick.

And then he must have passed out.

So, here he was at god knows what time, standing in an unknown hallway with this beautiful girl whose name he suddenly so desperately wanted to know.

He certainly didn't recall her from the previous night. Besides, he'd know if he had seen her before because she had a face he didn't want to ever forget.