not him, anyone but him
Waking up was excruciating. Ophelia's head was pounding and she felt sick to her stomach. All that liquor did not settle well within her, but when she looked to the left, she felt even more sick. Her eyes widened as she examined the shirtless boys figure which lay face first on the bed. She knew exactly who it was beside her and she wanted to scream. She glanced over at Pansy's bed and noticed that Pansy had either not come to bed last night, or woke up early. But that wouldn't make sense as to why she didn't wake her up too. Slowly, Ophelia pulled the covers from off of her, and let out a sigh of relief to see her underwear was still on underneath the large t-shirt she had slept in. She couldn't even remember changing out of her outfit last night, let alone potentially hooking up with someone. Carefully stepping onto the hard floor, she walked to her door and crept down the staircase to the main common room. She noticed Draco, seated on the sofa with a pair of legs over his lap and a daily prophet in hand. This made this whole predicament even more difficult.
"Have you seen Pansy?" She asked him and his eyes shifted downward to the sleeping girl beside him. "Pansy!" Ophelia whispered, stepping closer to them. Draco was watching, curiously, confused as to why Ophelia looked so distraught.
"Everything alright?" He asked, she ignored him.
"Pansy!" She said a little louder. Pansy still didn't budge. Draco, taking the paper from his right hand and placing it in his left, smacked her abdomen with it and she jolted up from her slumber.
"Fucking hell, what? What?" She asked, frantically, looking around the room. "Oh, Ophelia, hey. Shit, did I fall asleep down here?" Pansy asked herself.
"Believe so, Pans." Draco muttered, beginning to read once again.
"What uh, what happened last night?" Ophelia shifted in her spot anxiously, scratching at the top of her head.
"Beats me." Pansy shrugged. "Last thing I remember was Draco put you to bed before he left, then you came back down shortly after and drank more. Don't recall much more after that."
"I might have a uh, situation. Upstairs." Ophelia tried to not be so obvious with what was wrong, being that Draco was right there and she was pretty embarrassed.
"Oh no, did you throw up again?" Pansy scowled, and Draco chuckled to himself.
"No, I did not throw up! Wait, what do you mean again?" She asked, now not remembering throwing up in their room at all.
"Last year? After we drank two bottles of that firewhisky you stole from Draco's room–," Pansy stopped herself from ratting on them.
"You two stole my firewhisky? I made Theo's life a living hell for a whole week because I was convinced it was him." Draco scolded them, unsure if he was to be impressed or angry.
"Oh, yeah. After you two broke up, we stole so much shit from your room." Pansy laughed to herself, but Ophelia's patience was wearing thin.
"No, like I have a serious problem—," Ophelia began again, when the sound of someone entering from the staircase caught her attention. They all peered around to see the shirtless man walking in her direction.
"Hey babe, had fun last night." He then pecked her cheek once before beginning to exit. "See ya around, yeah?" He waved before the door closed behind him. Ophelia, red in the face, looked back over to Draco and Pansy, both of their mouths had been gaped open like fish.
"I can explain,"
"Oh my God!" Pansy shouted, jumping off the sofa.
"No, wait, I still have my underwear on!" Ophelia tried to insist but Pansy was already rushing over to her. "That means nothing happened!"
"Oh my God!" She shouted again, and Ophelia couldn't help but glance over at Draco, who looked slightly down at the sofa, somewhat... sad?
"'Oh my God' what?" Theo's voice asked as he entered in.
"Ophelia had sex with Cormac!" Pansy couldn't help but shout, before laughing again. Theo's face dropped.
"What?" Theo now smirked, as Blaise came following in. "Mate, Ophelia hooked up with McLaggen!" Blaise nearly choked on his own spit.
"Ophelia, nooo." He shook his head, now joining in on the laughing fest. Draco was the only one who sat silently, with no expression whatsoever.
"Hey, no, we don't know if that's what happened." Ophelia insisted and all their expressions dropped.
"Wait, you don't remember?" Draco asked, growing concerned before he stood to his feet quickly, now staring at her.
"To be honest, I don't think he does either. But, also, I kind of remember dancing with him briefly? Maybe..." she trailed off, glancing at everyone.
"I mean everyone was pretty drunk last night." Pansy insisted.
"Well, now you just gotta ask him." Theo shrugged.
"I'm not asking Cormac McLaggen if we shagged!" She shouted in a hushed tone. All, with the exception of Draco, started laughing once again. "It's not funny!" Ophelia stomped her foot, angrily. She realized pretty quickly that Theo was right. She needed to know for her own sanity, but also so in the chance that they did in fact not hook up, her friends would lay off of her about it. "Fine. I guess I need to ask." She sighed before letting out a loud groan and storming back up to her room. Once she changed, she hurried back down, where they still waited for her, eager to hear the outcome.
"You ready to go ask McLaggen if you two shag—,"
"Stop!" Ophelia groaned in response to Theo's obnoxious question, as she now led them out of the room with her. Draco just following a distance behind as he didn't find this as humorous as the others. They made their way to the Great Hall, where most students, who weren't hungover in bed, sat eating breakfast. McLaggen was seated at the Gryffindor table just a few seats away from Harry and his friends. She was just hoping no one would overhear.
"There he is." Blaise whispered to her, as she cringed slightly, knocking her head back in a sigh.
"Just wait here. Don't need to bring anymore attention to the situation." She spoke, before walking to his table and standing across him and his two friends.
"Oh, hey, Ophelia." Cormac smiled, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Hey, there. Could we have a little chat?" She glanced at his friends who quickly got the hint and stood up, walking away.
"What's going on?" He asked with a slight twinkle in his eye.
"So uh, I was pretty drunk last night." She laughed uncomfortably.
"Oh, yeah, me as well, love. But you know, was fun and all." He winked, taking a bite of sausage.
"Yeah," she awkwardly let out another chuckle, "what exactly happened? Between us?"
"Oh, you were that drunk? Don't worry, I was too. But as far as I remember, mostly just snogged a bit and did some under the clothes stuff if you know what I mean." He winked, again.
"Right," she paused, "what stuff?"
"Just some– touching." He too, was now a little uncomfortable with having to explain this. "I mean you insisted." He raised his hands slightly.
"Okay, but we didn't... you know—,"
"No." He shook his head. "No, trust me, I think I'd remember that. Plus neither of us would have woken up with clothes on, you know?" He rose an eyebrow, confidently. Ophelia breathed a sigh of relief.
"Awesome. Thanks." She began standing up and walking away when he reached across the table to get her attention.
"Wait, you wanna hangout some time?" He asked, clearly not getting the idea that she was embarrassed. She turned her head, looking to him for a second.
"Uh, maybe one day." She lied, faking a smile and returning to her friends, who were eagerly waiting on her new found information. "We didn't shag." She told them, happily.
"Aw, bloody hell." Theo groaned, disappointed. "I was so looking forward to holding that over your head for years to come."
"What happened then?" Pansy asked, as Draco tried his hardest not to look interested.
"Well, we snogged. Did some... touching," she gagged in her mouth, "but that was all."
"Touching?" Theo asked, smile returning. "Oh that's still just as bad. Yes!" He laughed and Ophelia shoved him backwards.
"Touching feels prepubescent. Two drunken teens in a bed all alone? I dont know. Maybe he's lying." Blaise shrugged, looking at Ophelia.
"Trust me. He seemed pretty proud of the fact that we even got as far as we did. I doubt he'd be lying about not hooking up." Ophelia insisted, glancing over toward Draco, who stood, staring off into the Great Hall. She wasn't sure why he was so bothered. She knew they obviously had such a tense history but, he clarified he didn't want anything. And if they had never dated, he either wouldn't have cared, or joined in on the harassing with their friends. But a part of her felt bad for him considering it's almost just shoved into his face, and by his expression, he was less than enthused. Draco Malfoy had a habit of making everything more confusing and complicated. But that's just one of the things that made her love him to begin with.