Now, I really felt like I could throw up.
What. have. I. done.
I wanted to rip everything off the walls of Hermione and I's room.
I wanted to scream until my lungs burst.
Why did Draco kiss me?
Why did Fred kiss me?
How did u end up in this mess between these boys, who were so different.
What's going to happen if one of them finds out?
I mean... it was bound to happen.
I would look like a fool.
A total player.
The whole school would find out.
I felt like more of an ass than ever.
I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
I didn't dare move.
I couldn't bare to get a glimpse of my own reflection in a mirror or even the window.
I couldn't look at myself.
The thought of looking into my own eyes, made me even more sick to my stomach.
I laid there silently, closing my eyes as Hermione eventually entered the room, pretending I was asleep.
It would of make things worse if she asked questions.
I couldn't tell her, she would tell Harry, who would tell Ron, who would tell Fred.
Everything would be even worse than it already was.
Hermione, quickly and quietly went to bed.
I opened my eyes and watched the dark ceiling all night.
Thinking.
Thinking of how I could possibly turn this situation around.
I laid there, until the room filled with the morning sunlight.
I hadn't had a second of sleep.
My mind constantly bounced between Draco Malfoy, and Fred Weasley.
I pulled myself out of bed, only to discover that Hermione wasn't there.
"When did she leave? She usually leave a note." I told myself.
A knock sounded on my door.
"What!?" I groaned.
"Umm... are you coming to the tournament?" Fred asked me through through the door.
"Yeah, I'll meet you in the commonroom. " I replied.
I went to my closet, buried in the corner was my selection of alcohol.
I grabbed a bottle and quickly chugged it.
I cannot deal with all this shit sober.
I grabbed a bottle, and filled it up with booze as well.
"You're gonna want a jacket. It looks like it could snow out there." Fred yelled through my door again.
I hate it when people try to tell me what to do.
I grabbed a jacket, and quickly slipped it on.
I opened the door, and there stood Fred and George.
"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Fred looked me up and down.
In that moment I realized, I never put pjs on.
I even slept with my fucking shoes on.
"No, why?" I scuffed.
"What's wrong with what she's wearing?" George asked Fred.
The two stood at both of my sides, as we walked through the castle and too the boats on the Black lake.
With every step we took, the alcohol kicked in more and more.
Fred and George were taking bets on the winners of the triwizard tournament, I was too drunk to care.
As we sat in the boat, everything seemed to move in slow motion.
Everything seemed 100 times funnier than it actually was.
"You alright?" Fred asked me.
"Never better." I laughed.
"Then get up, and get out of the boat." Fred glared.
"Someone is grumpyyyyy." I pulled myself up, and stumbled around.
Drinking on an empty stomach had me totally fucked up.
"Jesus, you're drunk? It's not even noon." George whispered in my ear, as they lead me up the stairs.
"Why, you want some?" I chuckled.
George shook his head.
"Has anyone seen Hermione?" I asked them.
"No." They both said simultaneously.
A loud cannon sounded, and the 4 competitors jumped into the black lake.
"Damnnnnn that was loud." I groaned, covering my ears.
Fred scuffed and shook his head.
As my eyes floated over towards Fred, they stopped at the crowd of people all around us.
They stopped at Draco Malfoy, who had noticed me standing between the twins.
He gave me a small smile, before pushing his way through the crowd towards us.
"Here we go." Fred growled.
"It's bloody freezing." Draco shivered.
"No shit." Fred snapped at him.
"How are you not cold?" Draco asked, ignoring Fred's remark.
Before I could even speak, Fred began talking.
"She's piss drunk, that's why."
I turned to Fred, and almost stumbled over.
Lucky, Draco saved me by grabbing me by my forearm.
"Fuck you! I can drink when, and where I please!" I spat at him.
George was using every bit of his self control to hold his uncontrollable laughter in.
Fred, who was beat red in the face from anger, bared his teeth at us.
"I'm not dealing with your shit today. Make an ass of yourself, I don't care. I'm not being apart of it. Have fun taking care of her stumbling around, Malfoy!" Fred spat, before turning and walking away.
George gave us an awkward wave, before following Fred.
I turned to Draco, and gave him a drunken bright smile.
Draco Malfoy leaned in, and whispered in my ear.
"You got anymore?"
"I was hoping you would ask that." I reached into my jacket, and pulled out the small bottle of liquor.
Draco Malfoy and I, sat in the middle of the crowd and secretly sipped on the bottle till it was gone.
We finished the bottle, as the competitors finished the game.
Cedric surfaced first.
Everyone finished, and were brought back to the stands.
Well, the ones who were left. Fleur, was DQ part way through this game.
"Cedric! You got first!" I stumbled over to him, with Draco.
"Yeah, and it looks like someone had pre gamed this one a little too hard." Cedric chuckled, giving me a hug.
"You're all cold, and wet!" I giggled.
"Good job, Cedric." Draco smiled, shaking Cedric's hand.
I loved to see Draco smile.
"Now, let's get inside. I want to change my clothes, then we can have our own party or something." Cedric chuckled.
Draco, Cedric, his father, and I jumped into a boat, and headed back to the castle.