𝟬𝟱𝟯 𝗌𝗈-𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾
BORN TO DIE ╱ DRACO MALFOY
꒷꒦ · ˚.‧ . written by ella . . . © -lostgardens
053 ━━━━━━━ ❛ so-called hot date ❜
The next morning, Olivia tossed and turned in her bed, trying to soak in as much slumber as she could. She wasn't asleep by any means, but she was resting well enough. That was until Pansy decided it'd be best to wake her. Feeling the hand of her best friend on her shoulder, Olivia began to be shaken, and her name was called. She wanted to ignore the girl and rest as much as she could, but to no avail, Pansy did not go away.
"Olivia, you need to get up. You can't lie in bed all day," Pansy told her, still shaking her.
"No," Olivia mumbled. "Leave me be." She tried to swat the girl's hand away, but she wouldn't let up. "Pansy, go away." She turned in her bed, putting her back to her roommate. She didn't want to get up, not then anyway. It was the weekend, she had no classes, and the only thing she had to look forward to that day (though she wasn't actually looking forward to it at all) was her meeting with Snape. Until then, she wanted to rot away in her bed.
"Alright then," Pansy muttered, letting out a breath.
Olivia kept her eyes closed, wondering if Pansy had truly given up or if she was having a go at her. But when she heard the door open and close and no more movement in the room, she let out a breath and peeled her eyes open. She was fully awake, thanks to her dear friend. And, of course, her nightmare, but that was besides the point.
She unwrapped her arms from around Mr. Snake and sat up in her bed. She felt like a mess—a completely and utter mess. Perhaps she was coming down with something. Hopefully a deadly disease, so that she didn't have to face the world. She knew her luck wasn't that good.
Leaning her head side to side, she cracked her neck and stretched her muscles before removing the duvet and sheets from over her legs. She got up from the bed and made her way over to the bathroom. Daphne and Pansy were gone, out and about enjoying their day, and Olivia planned on keeping herself held up in their room until she had to leave or she got hungry.
The candles flickered as she stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself. She was so pale-looking, almost ghostly. That was normal for her, she supposed. She moved away from the mirror and walked over to the shower. Turning on the water, she began stripping her clothes and waiting for it to get to the right temperature. Once it did, she got in. She took a long and hot shower and tried to wash herself of that nasty feeling she had. And it worked, for the most part, because when she got out, she felt only slightly better.
She took another few minutes to get dressed, brush her teeth and hair, and prepare herself for writing the two-page assignment that Snape had given them for Granger's need to speak without being called on. It was fine with her, though; it gave her something to do.
After class yesterday, she had gathered all of the books she could use to complete the assignment, meaning she had everything she needed. So she took her bag from her desk chair, sat down, and stretched her back before she took her quill, inkwell, and two pieces of parchment from her bag. She got comfortable in her chair and then began working. She dipped her quill in the inkwell and flipped open her books, then put ink on parchment.
She worked and worked and worked, until she was finally almost done. It was about an hour or so later when she wrote the last sentence, and then the bedroom door burst open. She looked up from her desk, turning her head to the right, and saw her group barging into the room. Her heart was beating slightly rapidly from the abrupt interruption, but none of them seemed to notice.
Her eyes barely narrowed at them as she focused more, and she watched as they walked in, Pansy and Daphne going over to their beds, Lucas walking over to her bed, Blaise and Malfoy standing around, and Theodore coming towards her.
"Blimey, Olivia, you missed it! Potter took a tumble off his broom and fell, like, really far!" He sounded almost cheerful as he stopped beside her, seeming completely and utterly glad he had witnessed what he spoke of.
Olivia's brows rose in surprise as she stood up from her desk. "Is he dead?" she asked curiously.
"No," Theodore muttered, that cheer that he had possessed just a moment before dying. He sounded almost disappointed in the fact, and that was slightly concerning, even for Olivia of all people.
"Why should I care, then?" She leaned forward, her voice having the tiniest bit of sarcasm in it.
Theodore opened and closed his mouth a few times before he said, "I don't know." He paused, glancing back at everyone else who was watching the interaction, and then focused back on her. "A dementor scared him off his broom, so I thought you'd find it interesting."
Blaise made his way over to Pansy's bed to sit with her, leaving Malfoy to stand alone at the door as Olivia straightened her spine, feeling only a little bad for her attitude. She cleared her throat, ignoring the mention of the deadly creature. "I'm surprised that you all went to the game since Slytherin wasn't playing," she admitted, meeting the eyes of everyone and only pausing for a second longer on Malfoy, who looked as if he'd rather be anywhere else in the world.
"We needed to scope out the competition," Blaise replied with a knowing smirk on his face.
Theodore's eyes went from his best friend to the girl that stood in front of him as he leaned against her desk. "Yeah, and Lucas is quite convincing," he added, also smirking as he glanced at the boy sitting at the end of Olivia's bed.
"Unfortunately," Olivia muttered with a smile. She then turned to her desk, grabbing the two pieces of parchment and stacking them together, before she began putting everything else away.
Theodore had walked away, and the others were now engaged in their own conversations. She was fine with that. She wasn't in the particular mood to talk while also trying to ignore the burning gaze that was on her.
"Olivia?" Lucas's voice caught her attention.
She turned around to face her brother, giving him a questioning look. Her brows were raised until her eyes landed on the thing he was holding. How could she have forgotten about that? Why hadn't she put it up? The questions raced through her mind while her eyes went slightly wider and everyone focused on her.
"Is this Mr. Snake?" he asked, lifting his brows with a smirk fighting its way onto his face.
"Who's Mr. Snake?" Theodore chimed in.
Olivia ignored both of their questions and inhaled deeply, not wanting to show the embarrassment on her face at the fact that she still had the bear that her father had gotten her as a child and she couldn't sleep without. She took a few steps closer to her brother, who was still looking at her knowingly, and she snatched the bear from his hands.
He snorted as she walked over to her pillows and shoved the bear behind him.
"Who is Mr. Snake?" Theodore repeated, sounding extremely curious to know the answer.
"It's a—"
"Lucas," Olivia warned, giving her brother a narrow-eyed look. "Als je het durft te vertellen, zal ik je pijn doen."
The room went silent as everyone focused on Olivia and Lucas, watching them curiously as they gave each other fighting looks. Neither sibling said a thing, not needing too. Lucas knew to take his sister's threat seriously, so he remained quiet, only muttering a brief, "Never mind."
Silence overcame them once more.
"We should play a game," Pansy suggested, trying to break the awkwardness.
Everyone sent the girl a look that told her that they thought the idea was less than good, and she sighed. "What?" she questioned, throwing up her hands. "I'm bored, and since the older years are having a party of their own tonight, I think we should have a sort of one for ourselves. Only with us, of course," she explained, standing up from her bed.
"I hate to burst your bubble," Olivia began, moving around her bed and continuing to ignore Malfoy.
"No, you don't," Pansy countered boredly, watching the girl walk over to her dresser.
Olivia smirked, knowing there wasn't any denying that, not that she would if there was, and faced her best friend. "But I have somewhere to be." She then turned around and opened one of her drawers, grabbing out a skirt and sheer black tights. She needed to change since she was still in her pajamas.
This seemed to pique Pansy's interest, and she took a step closer to her friend. "Where exactly are you going?" she asked, giving the girl a curious look to match her tone. "Do you have a hot date that you are rudely choosing not to tell us about?" She twirled a piece of Olivia's hair between her fingers, trying to get the girl to focus on her.
Olivia let out a breath, a smile fighting its way onto her lips as she turned to face Pansy. She squinted her eyes teasingly. "Perhaps," she drawled nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders. "But I can't tell you the details." She wasn't lying; she couldn't tell them the details. Well, she could, but she didn't want to. The art of secrecy was something she thoroughly enjoyed.
Pansy just hummed in response.
Then Olivia walked over to her wardrobe, grabbing out a sweater to wear. She went to the bathroom, got changed, and brushed her hair and teeth, then walked back into the room. Her group was all still there, sitting in their same spots and going back into their own conversations. Pansy had moved back to her bed. And Olivia couldn't help but notice the annoyed look on Malfoy's face. It twinged something in her gut, making her feel curious, as well as another feeling that she couldn't quite put a name to. His eyes were focused solely on her, narrowed ever-so-slightly, and she smirked.
"I'll be back later," Olivia told them, walking over to her desk and grabbing her bag. Then she went over to her bed, brushing past Malfoy, and grabbed her wand from under her pillow. She walked over to the door next, and everyone's eyes followed her as she slipped on her boots. Giving them one last look before she was gone, Olivia opened the door and exited, leaving them to play their game or whatever it was they planned on doing.
And to Snape's classroom, she went. Her so-called hot date.
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Why was it taking him so long? It was just a bloody, two-page assignment. Why was it taking the man a million years to read? Olivia had put her assignment in her bag before she left her room so that she could turn it in early, and yet she felt as though she was going to have to wait until everyone else turned them in for her to hear any words on hers.
She bounced her leg up and down, impatiently waiting in the chair that she had pulled in front of his desk. He was still reading, his face completely void of any telling signs. How long had it been? An hour? Two minutes? The two options felt the same to her.
Finally, Snape let out a breath, and Olivia's eyes snapped up to him.
The professor set down the pieces of parchment, folded his hands together atop them, and focused on her, seeing nothing but her raised, questioning brows and annoyed eyes. "So tell me what has happened with you and Malfoy. I've noticed some hostility," he said.
That was all he said.
He wanted to know about her and Malfoy. Olivia's face twisted in confusion, wondering why the topic had branched out to him of all people. "I don't know what you mean," she replied, furrowing her brows. She did not plan on telling him a damn thing.
"Olivia," he warned, giving her a pointed look.
Inhaling deeply, Olivia just sat back in her chair, trying to seem as if she didn't care. The subject meant nothing to her. The boy meant nothing to her. "If I tell you anything, you'll just tell my mother. And we can't have that now, can we?" she clipped, offering a sarcastic smile.
"The whole point of these meetings, Olivia, is for you to open up more," he reminded her. "Not a word you say will get back to your mother."
"Unless..." she questioned, prompting him to continue.
"No, 'unless,' whatever you tell me is completely confidential," he assured.
She snorted, looking off the side of the room, not believing a word out of his mouth. "I'm certain that is not true." She sounded amused, but she was, in fact, anything but. "Nothing has happened between me and Malfoy, as you so put it. He's a real wanker, and I've only just remembered."
"You are lying," he countered, narrowing his eyes.
Her eyes snapped towards him. "I don't lie."
"Yet another one."
"Whatever."
Olivia pushed herself further into the back of the chair, the wood biting into her skin as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from the man who thought he knew everything. And then the room fell silent as he studied her, curious as to what she was hiding.
"Olivia, I swear it. I won't spill a word of what you say to your mother," he repeated his assurance after another moment of silence. His hands unclasped from the table, and he began flipping through the work on his desk. "But if you don't want to tell me, then you don't have to."
She looked at him again. His eyes were no longer on her anymore, completely focused on the parchment he examined. "Why do you want to know?" she asked, not moving any further as her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Pure curiosity." His tone was laced with sarcasm.
She respected that, but she still wasn't going to tell him.
"Too bad."
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When she entered her room about ten minutes later—after suffering through silence between her and Snape, he finally dismissed her, knowing not to expect her to open up—she saw that the boys were still there, lounged around the room like it was their own. She had been gone for an hour or so, and she was surprised they were still there.
But her eyes firmly fall on the blonde boy, all too comfortable in her roommate's bed. It didn't bother her, though. Why would it? Daphne and Malfoy were free to do their own thing, even if that meant sitting practically on top of one another. It didn't bother Olivia. There was no reason for it to.
Clearing her throat, Olivia tore her gaze away from the blonde-on-blonde situation and walked over to her desk. "You lot sure know how to make yourselves at home," she said, turning to face the boys. She made it a point not to look at him. It wasn't a tease in any way, just a statement.
"We sure do," Theodore replied with a knowing smile.
Olivia fought the urge to roll her eyes, not in a particular mood. Was she ever? She wasn't sure.
Moving over to her bed, she gestured for Lucas to move over since he sat in the middle of the end of the bed, and she sat down. As she took off her shoes, she felt the curious eyes of Pansy on the side of her face and tried her best to ignore them.
"How was your hot date?" Pansy asked, getting up with a grin.
Olivia made her way to her dresser to retrieve some pajamas. "I never said it was a hot date," she told the girl, closing the drawer and walking in the direction of the bathroom.
Pansy stepped in front of Olivia, causing her to stop in her tracks. Olivia gave her a bored look, to which she just kept a bright grin on her face, thinking her best friend was seeing someone. "You also never said that it wasn't a hot date," she reminded her, moving back in front of Olivia when she tried to round her.
Olivia stopped again, letting out a breath through her nose as she gave the nosy girl a pointed look. "Pansy, I just want to take a shower and go to bed." She didn't know why, but there was a sudden surge of emotion throughout her. She wasn't in the mood to talk, hang out, or do anything.
Like she had told her best friend, she wanted to shower and go to bed.
"What's wrong?" Pansy asked, furrowing her brows in concern.
Olivia hated that question. And she hated that everyone else in the room was staring at her.
"Nothing's wrong," she answered, giving a slightly reassuring smile, though it wasn't genuine.
And with that, she rounded Pansy and went to the bathroom, ready for that shower. She could feel everyone watching her as she walked away from them. And when she entered the bathroom, the door was closed, and the candles lit, she felt lighter, like no more weights were on her shoulders. She was alone and peaceful, just as she liked it.
She wished she'd always feel this way, but that just wasn't in the cards for her.
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━━━━ ella's speaking !
10K reads?? omg?? tysm!! i'm actually at a loss for words still, despite having hit this milestone a week or so ago. this book has been in the works for two years (yes, and i still haven't finished it). it's been through so many changes, whether that was with the plot, main faceclaim, oc name, etc, but it's all been worth it! and i'm so happy that people enjoy this story enough to continue reading <33 so, once again, thank you !!
i hope you enjoyed this chapter! i've been writing the rest of act three, trying to get it perfect (hence the lack of updates), so that should be up rather soon 🫶🏻
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© -LOSTGARDENS, jan 2024
word count: 2964. written: 1.12.24. published: 1.24.24.
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