Hierarchy of Need [t.r]

Chapter Twenty Two

Delilah suddenly shot up and ran over to the record player that was partly hidden behind a bookshelf. "Where are your records?" She asked excitedly and he watched from his spot on the couch as she looked around the room in a half frenzy. It wasn't his record player, it was Casey's; the head girl. And she had a dreadful taste in music. So one day all her vinyls 'disappeared', she was rather heartbroken.

"There aren't any, it's merely for decoration."

A pout met her lips and Delilah glared at the record player, "well that blows. Though I wouldn't expect you to have anything by Queen." She smiled when she saw his brows furrow, "who?"

"Only one of the best bands in the entirety of human existence, though their muggle, so you wouldn't give them the time of day." And they didn't exist yet, so there was that. Her alcohol infused brain suddenly came up with an idea. And if she were sober, Delilah would surely smack herself.

"How about I sing you a song!"

A near wince left Tom as he grabbed his glass, fuck ignoring his temptation. "Don't, you sound like a dying cat." She waved off his plea and began to do a version of an air guitar, dancing her way back towards the fireplace.

"Time don't mean a thing when you're by my side, please stay awhile," Delilah was singing with her best impression of Freddie, completely oblivious to the glare Tom was sending her way. "Please do shut up, the head girl is sleeping." He gestured to Casey's door, but Delilah had her eyes closed as she spun in a circle. "You know I never could foresee the future years."

Tom considered making her shut up with a jinx, but the sight of her prancing around like an idiot was admittedly amusing. Merlin knows that if she remembered this tomorrow, she'd be humiliated. That thought alone put a smirk on his face.

Whirling around to face Tom, she blew her hair out of her face and grabbed her glass. "But will we be together forever? What will be my love, can't you see that I just don't know." She stumbled a bit as she spun, but merely laughed as she slumped against the back of the chair, her eyes shining due to being under the influence.

"I can hear the music in the darkness-"

"Merlin you sound dreadful," Tom cut her off and she raised her arms in an over exaggerated shrug. "Personally I think the frog choir would be lucky to have me."

Thankfully however, she slid over the armrest of the couch, her legs dangling off the side. Tom did his best to ignore how her head was laying mere inches from his lap.

Seeing as she's calmed down a bit, though was clearly drunk, Tom saw an opportunity and snatched it by its neck. "What are you going to do when you get back home?"

Resting her glass on her stomach, Delilah stared up at the high ceiling, her eyes trailing along the wooden beams. "I'm gonna tackle my brother in the biggest hug," she then tilted her head back slightly to look up at Tom. "The last time we spoke we had an argument, it was rather dumb but I miss his stupid face."

Tapping his knee with a finger for a moment, he considered asking her any of the numerous questions he had bottled up. With her being loaded on alcohol, could he get some truth out of her for once? Shifting his dark eyes onto her, she didn't shy away.

It was an odd perspective, her laying down and looking up at him.

"Are you sure you don't know any of Malfoy's relatives?" Tom kept thinking about that platinum blonde haired boy he saw in her memory, he looked so much like Abraxas and she even called him Malfoy.

"Yeah, course I do. Draco, an utter ass but he's alright." An alarm went off in her head, telling her she needs to shut the hell up, but it was faint and drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat.