We Were Jet-set Bonnie and Clyde
Delilah
Everytime I walk into Defense Against the Dark Arts, I have to give myself a pep talk. With promises to both Snape and Mattheo, I knew I had to hold my tongue this year and I have been doing a splendid job if I do say so myself. The chosen one, however, has yet to learn how to compose himself, and has landed himself in yet another detention. Hearing Umbridge’s squeaky voice reprimand him yet again made me want to bash my head against the wall. Can this kid not cause an issue for once in his sorry life?
We were dismissed shortly after Harry’s outburst, and I pulled him into an empty classroom as soon as the coast was clear.
“Nott, what are you doing?” He asked, eyes wide.
“You idiot!” I hissed, “You’re making it worse for all of us, why can’t you just shut the fuck up?”
“He’s back, Nott, and you know it. ” He said, giving me a look.
“What are you insinuating Potter?” I asked, stepping back and lifting my head.
“I’m not- I- I wasn’t insinuating anything, I’m just saying-” He sputtered, stopping to regain his thoughts, “All I’m saying is you keep a certain company, and that company has connections. Just…be careful.”
I laughed in his face, shaking my head as I reached for the door.
“No, Potter. It’s you that should be careful and shut your mouth, got it? After all, Voldemort is back isn’t he?” I taunted, relishing in his flinch at the name.
“Are you threatening me, Nott?” He asked, and I shrugged before slipping out of the classroom, joining the flood of students in the corridor and disappearing before Potter could try and engage in more conversation.
It was risky but necessary, his mouth could make things worse for all of us. He saw Voldemort in the maze, watched him murder Cedric. Yet, nobody believes him and that makes him angry. So, he’s retaliating. A stupid, selfish move that will only make his life more miserable and Umbridge more bitchy. I just hope he takes our conversation seriously and stays quiet.
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Halloween.
The holiday where you can dress like a total slut, and nobody else can say anything about it. Not my personal favorite, but it can be fun.
Mattheo and I bought our costumes on our latest Hogsmeade trip, and I’m actually pretty excited. I found a book in the library that talked about Bonnie and Clyde, and the irony of this Halloween costume was not lost on me. A young couple traveling around committing crimes together.
Halloween fell on a Thursday this year, which could have been a bad thing, but thankfully we get the day after Halloween off, which just so happened to be Blaise’s birthday. On the other hand, we have classes today.
I walked into the Great Hall for breakfast and sat next to Natalia, who was working on some last minute homework while sipping tea. I didn’t see Pansy anywhere, so I looked around and spotted her at the Ravenclaw table with Blaise, Luna, and Granger. I gave them a wave and a smile, but Hermione just looked down at her breakfast. While it was odd, she didn’t hang out with anyone other than Pansy. The only reason she was around Blaise was because he was with Luna. Thinking back to my conversation with Potter, I realized he most likely reported back to her and Weasel.
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and putting some food on my plate.
“I’m so ready for the party, it sucks we have class today.” Natalia said, resting her chin in her palm.
“So we can’t just skip?” Theo asked, and I shook my head, huffing.
“We have Potions, Snape would find out and go ballistic.” I explained and he groaned.
“Why does our godfather have to work here? He hates kids, why is he even here?” He said, and I shrugged because I’ve been asking myself that question for years and I've yet to receive an answer. “Whatever, I need to send a letter. I’ll see you lot in Herbology.” Theo stood up, walking past Mattheo and Draco without a word.
Natalia and I both looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
“Who put a wand up his ass?” Draco asked, sitting at the table. I shrugged, kissing Mattheo’s cheek and finishing my plate.
The day went by fairly quickly. Herbology was just a lecture, Divination was more of the same crazy stories, and Transfiguration contained another lecture. Potions however, was extremely entertaining.
We were given instructions on how to brew a contraceptive potion, and the uncomfortable look on Snape’s face had me staring down at my book to keep from bursting out into laughter.
“This potion is to…well…it’s a more reliable alternative to the charm.” He explained, and I looked over at Daphne, who smirked back at me.
Theo was silent next to me, chopping and slicing ingredients. I stirred the potion, twice clockwise, three times counter clockwise, and then twice more clockwise. I could feel eyes on me, and I looked up to see Potter staring daggers towards me, quickly dodging direct eye contact and whispering to Weasley. ‘What is his problem?’ I thought, shaking my head and adding a random ingredient Theo prepared and handed to me.
At the end of the hour, Snape walked around and inspected everyone’s potions. He eyed ours carefully, shaking his head and moving on. “I can really feel the love.” Theo whispered, and I snickered, earning a glare from Snape before he dismissed us.
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“Hello and welcome to the annual Slytherin Halloween fashion show!” Pansy announced dramatically. She does this every year, even though it’s just the four of us actually watching and participating. We had a fifth roommate named Kennedy until 3rd year, when she transferred to Beauxbatons, but she was quiet and was happy to sit and cheer for us.
“First off, we have Daphne Greengrass!” Daphne emerged from her curtained bed, strutting like she was really on a runway. She was dressed as a Flapper girl from the 20’s, her blonde hair was charmed into a swoopy style and she wore a dress that was hemmed with tassels. We all clapped as she twirled and curtsied.
“Oh, thank you, thank you.” She gushed dramatically before going to sit on the floor next to Pansy.
Natalia was next, and she was dressed as a vampire. She had a tight black dress, and fake blood appeared to drip from her mouth but it dissolved before hitting the floor. We Oohed and Aahed before she joined Daphne on the ground.
“And now, Miss Delilah Nott will show off her costume.” Pansy sang, and I dramatically opened my curtains.
“Tada!” I said, standing and posing for the girls who laughed and clapped. My costume was simple; black pantyhose, a sweater and tight pencil skirt, heels, and a cigarette to top it off.
“Please don’t light that in here, wait until we’re downstairs.” Daphne frowned, disapproving of my bad habit.
I held up my hands in surrender, sitting with the girls and waiting for Pansy to disillusion her costume. “It’s a joint, if that makes you feel any better.”
“I don’t know if you lot can handle the beauty you are about to witness.” She said, waving her wand and revealing a Sparkly silver dress. “What do you think?” She squealed, and I tilted my head in confusion.
“Uhm, Pans. What exactly is your costume?” Natalia asked and Pansy scowled at her.
“I’m a disco ball!” She cried as if it was the most obvious thing on earth.
“Ohhhhh.”
“Ok, come on let’s go! We’re already late.” I said, standing up and leading our little group downstairs where the party was already in full swing.
Theo is always in charge of these things, and he always kills it. There were strobe lights, a dj booth, and booze everywhere.
“He gets better every year.” Pansy shouted over the music and I nodded.
“I’m getting a drink.” Daphne announced and I followed, making a fruity concoction and sipping on it while I scanned the room for Mattheo.
“Boo.” Arms wrapped around my waist from behind and I screamed, dropping my fresh drink on the floor. I groaned, spinning to yell at my boyfriend.
“Mattheo, I just made that.” I complained, walking back to the drink table and mimicking my previous masterpiece.
“Sorry darling, you look absolutely divine by the way.” He said, grinning at me. I sighed, but returned his smile and kissed him firmly on the lips. “Cmon, everyone’s over here.” He grabbed my hand and led me towards the corner of the room where our group was sitting. Blaise and Enzo were passing a joint back and forth, so I plucked it from Enzo’s mouth and took a drag.
“Oi! Bugger off, you have your own!” He said, snatching it back.
I huffed, finding my own from earlier and lighting it with my wand. The smoke filled my lungs, a feeling I’ve come to crave. I exhaled slowly, tossing my head back in ecstasy as my mind became hazy. Mattheo found a spot on the couch, and I plopped myself on his lap. His hand found his way to my upper thigh and rested there while my hand found the back of his neck.
“What’s Potter doing here?” Mattheo asks, and I look up in confusion. Why in the hell would Harry Potter be at a Slytherin Halloween party?
“I’ll go see what he wants.” I sighed, standing up and walking over to Potter, who was wandering around like a lost puppy.
“Potter? Can we help you?” I asked, and he looked over at me, startled.
“Nott. Um, well I needed to talk to you about something.” Potter was wringing his hands, glancing around nervously.
“Alright then, out with it.”
“Hermione brought up the idea of a club, a secret get together for everyone to practice defense.” He said, and I tilted my head.
“And what does that have to do with me?” I questioned.
“I want you to help me.”
I laughed, staring in disbelief at this little gryffindor who thinks I’m on his side because we both hate the same teacher.
“Let me make one thing very clear, Potter. We aren’t friends. We aren’t even acquaintances. We are simply peers. It is amusing to me that you had even a sliver of hope that I would agree to helping you with something as foolish as this.” I said, turning on my heel and starting to walk away.
“Nott!” He called, grabbing my hand, which was still tender from detention.
“Potter, let go of me.”
“No! Can’t you understand? She’s evil! We can take her down together, Delilah!”
I opened my mouth to respond when a fist flew into Potter's cheek, sending him to the ground.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Potter?” Draco hissed, pushing me behind him. “Putting your hands on my sister, are you?”
“Wha- Delilah isn’t your sister. She’s-” Another fist in his face.
“I wasn’t aware you and her were on a first name basis Potter, and I don’t think she was either. So I’m gonna ask you one more time before I call a few friends over to deal with you…What are you doing here?”
“I just…needed to discuss something with Nott.” He said, spitting blood on the cold stone floor.
Draco rolled his eyes, grabbing the collar of Potter’s shirt and yanking him upright.
“Get. Out.”
He looked at me once more before sniffing and ducking through the portrait, making his cowardly escape. How Gryffindor of him.
“What the fuck, Delilah?” Mattheo said, walking up to us.
“He just showed up, I don’t know what you want me to say.” I shrugged, taking a drag of my joint that I was still holding.
“He touched you, that’s not okay Dee. Not okay with me at all.” Draco said, and Mattheo nodded in agreement.
“Thank you boys, really, but I’m alright. Come on, don’t let Potter of all people ruin our night.”
With that, they seemed to drop the issue for the night. But it lingered in the back of my mind all night.
Potter needed to be stopped before he made my life a living hell.