A/n: Sorry there isn't an introduction for this chapter. I realized I was taking way too long to upload this chapter!
Lucille Blaire Evans
"No talking, no magic, just cleaning," Snape says firmly, then walks out of the room. I grab a cloth and start spraying down tables. On the other hand, Pansy just hops onto a table and starts painting her chipped nails.
I scoff and continue wiping down the table. "Are you seriously going to clean? You know he doesn't check, right?" Pansy mutters, shaking her head. "Do not speak to me. Do not try to conversate with me. I will simply ignore you." I keep my eyes down at the table and continue cleaning. I often clean, a little too much some say. I've learned from experience that just one single thing out of place will send me into this mindset that only creates a bigger mess.
"Well, we're going to be in here for a while so might as well start a conversation." She shrugs. I stop wiping down tables and turn to her. "Parkinson, it seems like I haven't made myself clear. Don't talk to me."
"Jeez, didn't know the ponytail was that tight." Pansy snickers. "First of all, it's not a ponytail, it's a clip. My hair is being held up by a clip. Second of all, you are the one that got me in here because you couldn't own up to your actions." I tilt my head, looking at her up and down. How could she be so shameless?
"It's funny when you try to be intimidating...maybe even cute." Pansy quirks an eyebrow, only making me scoff again. "Excuse you?" I thought Draco was bad, she's worse.
"I expect you'll get off that table and help me clean."
"The house-elves do all the cleaning, I just sit back and watch," Her legs swing back and forth. "Maybe for once in your life you could do some work," I mumble under my breath and roll my eyes.
"Attitude much?" She mutters. I let out an annoyed sigh and turn back to her. "Yes, what are you going to do about it?" At this point, all the "positive vibes" that I try to return were gone and I was to the point where I wanted to yell. Do I have a short temper? Maybe...
"Wouldn't you like to know, Evans," A smirk creeps up on her face. My lips softly part. No! That is absolutely disgusting! Both Pansy and the sinful thoughts that lingered in my thoughts.
"Didn't you just break up with your boyfriend?" Pansy raises her eyes then sends a cold glare before saying, "What? What do you know about that? Keep your nose where it belongs."
"Seems like I hit a nerve,"
"Shut it!" She raises her voice at me, sending chills down my spine. I go completely silent and focus on the tables. Silence and tension filled the room.
"I-I'm...sorry," She lets out a heavy breath. I ignore her, I did say I wasn't going to speak to her. "Have you ever been in love? That's what got me so uptight." Pansy asks me. "What?"
"You know...love? The feeling you get when you'd hurt yourself just for that one person?"
I shake my head. "Good, it's not something you want. Because then they take advantage of you and- never mind." I remained silent the entire time. The rest of detention went by quietly and slowly. Pansy ended up cleaning the chalkboard, it was something.
The door unlocks itself, making Pansy sigh from relief. What? Was the poor princess tired of painting her nails?
I walk out after her and walk up to the Gryffindor common room.
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"How was the detention?" Ginny asks with an innocent smile on her face. I tell her everything that had happened, not leaving a single detail out.
"Lu! She was totally flirting with you! Although, I don't think she's the one you should aim for." Ginny exclaims then shrugs. "No! I'm not looking for anyone." I shake my head. That isn't exactly true. I think it'd be nice to have someone to be intimate with but not Pansy Parkinson.
"Anyway, party tomorrow. All houses are invited." Ginny smirks. She was younger than me, yet she was a much bigger alcoholic...Well, I don't even drink. "Ginny, I don't know. Tomorrow is a school night." I look down at the red, silk sheets under me.
"Come on," She whines. "Fine," I give in and nod.
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"Make sure to finish your four-paged essay by next class!" Professor Flitwick yells as students walk out of his classroom. Although some had already left the room.
"Lu!" Ginny runs up to me. "That was our last class. You know what that means." She shimmies her shoulders as we squeeze through the crowded corridor. The afternoon is when it usually gets full of students who are excited to finish with school for the day.
"We get to go to sleep at a normal time?" I ask, knowing perfectly what she meant. She jokingly rolls her eyes.
Pansy Parkinson
"What do we think? This one? Or this one?" I hold up two dresses up to my body. One of them was a short, silky, emerald green dress with a high slit. And the other was a black, bodycon dress that revealed all of my back.
"Green," Daphne says, walking out of the bathroom wearing a loose, gold, sequin dress and matching heels. I nod and slip on the dress. Under the dress, I put on some fishnets, letting my tattoos peek through, and red-bottom heels. I thought about bringing my camera for pictures but I have too many on my wall already.
We both walk down to the common room to meet up with Blaise, Astoria, and Theo. Astoria is wearing a pastel green mini dress with a deep V. Blaise with dark, teal trousers and a matching jacket with a black turtleneck underneath. Theo is the same as Blaise except his trousers and jacket are beige.
We all walk over to the Room of Requirement. As soon as we walk in, music starts blasting, flashing, blue, red, yellow, and green lights spread around the room, crowds dancing together and drinking.
"I'll go get us drinks." I volunteer and walk away from my friend group. I walk through the sweaty groups of people. I find the table where all the liquor had been laid out. I pour fire whiskey into a few red cups.
I look around the room and all of sudden, someone catches my eye, Lucille Evans. Why? I don't know. She was wearing a more casual outfit that looked absolutely spectacular on her. It was a purple halter top with dark purple hearts spread all over it, followed but some light-wash flared jeans and purple high tops. It was a stereotype that everyone went along with, Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs wear more casual outfits to parties, and Ravenclaw and Slytherins wear more formal outfits.
Lucille seemed to be sort of uncomfortable since she was using her long, brown hair to cover her cleavage and her hands were wrapping around her stomach.
Why am I even looking at her?
Then, our eyes meet. I quickly look away and catch up with my friends. Detention. It wasn't like me to feel bad for yelling at someone or being rude, that is what spend my years here doing. But, she was...different. The way she looked at me before turning around made my stomach fill up with guilt.
"Pansy! Mate, welcome back to Earth," Theo snaps his fingers in my face. My face turns to him, "Sorry," Why am i even thinking about her?
"Pansy Parkinson is apologizing? What is going on?" He dramatically gasps. "We're going to play dirty Truth or Drink. Come on," He takes my hand and drags me over to a group of people sitting in a circle.
"-no! Ginny I don't want to play! I don't even drink." Lucille gross as Ginny Weasley also drags her into the circle. "Oh, come on, mom." Ginny rolls her eyes. Lucille huffs and sits on the ground with her legs crossed.
"We all know the rules. You spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to answer a rather inappropriate question. If not, they take a shot." Blaise and Daphne explain. Everyone nods and we start playing the game. After a few spins of the bottle, it lands on me.
"Parkinson, body count?" Angelina Johnson asks me. "I-I don't know. Maybe two or three?" I shrug. Angelina nods and I spin the bottle. The Universe really had my back because it landed on her.
Lucille's eyes widen, then look at me. "Umm, Evans, weirdest kink." Shit, why would I say that? I am so stupid. "Well, I haven't really...explored that kind of umm stuff." She awkwardly shakes her head.
People around the circle whisper to each other. I've got to say she made it quite obvious that she was a virgin. She could've just said she didn't have any. Lucille ignores everyone and spins the bottle. The game went on until everyone started either to leave or get drunk.
"Final spin before I throw up." Blaise's words slur as he spins the bottle. The bottle goes back onto Lucille. She rolls her eyes. "Lucille, lovely Lucille, If you could hook up with anyone here, who would it be?"
She quickly looks at me and sighs, "I guess I'll be drinking," "Lucy, that was the best choice," Blaise nods. She pours herself a shot and chugs. Her eyes shut, "Never again," Lucille stands up. It was just Astoria, Blaise, Ginny Weasley, Lucille, and some other Slytherins still here.
Empty red cups and trash were all over the floor of the common room. "Ginny, come on." Lucille sticks out her hand to help up Ginny. The two walk out of the common room and the rest of us go to our dorms.
A/n: Damn, double homocide. So much for a slow burn.