Stairwell snogging
The pounding on Harry Potter’s bedroom door echoed the throbbing in his head.
“Fuck off!”
That was all the effort his exhausted, hungover body had to offer. Quiet hours for the college house extended to 2 pm on Sundays.
His best friend threw open the door anyway. “You need to see this. Did you know about the cameras?”
Harry managed to pry open one green eye to glare at his best friend. “What cameras?”
“In the stairwell!”
“Do not yell or I will vomit on you!”
Ron plopped down on the foot of his bed, jostling him around too much. After a few taps on his phone, he brought up a video of grainy security camera footage.
Harry saw himself, hand in hand with a woman with a ton of curly black hair, in head to toe black and heels that clacked off the concrete of the stairs.
And then she laughed.
Harry grabbed the trash can by his desk to puke.
“Isn’t that -"
"No."
"With the megaphone. On the corner. Constantly. In that ...cult…"
"I don't want to talk about it," Harry said, turning away from the image of himself violently making out with a woman whose name he didn't want to remember.
In the grainy CCTV footage, it looked more like two animals mauling each other than the sloppy make-out session he knew it to be.
"Beatrice?"
"What?"
"Her name. On and off again with that guy who graduated decades ago but always hangs around...Tom something or another…"
Harry combed his fingers through his hair. "Bella...I think. Look, we just need to make sure St. Salazar's doesn't get a hold of this before the playoffs."
"You're already fucked." A voice from behind the bedroom sounded. It was pushed open to reveal, Draco Malfoy of St. Salazar's Academy, to-go coffees in hand, obviously wearing clothes from the night before. "That's my cousin you snogged in that stairwell. I feel sorry for you." He smirked and took a sip.
"What are you doing here?! Get out and go back to your own school!" Ron snarled.
"I was invited to stay, Weasley. And you should know, Bellatrix has enough money to make all her psychopathic impulses come to fruition. Rich husband who always away and my family's money." He took another sip before laughing at something he remembered. "Don't you drive a Firebolt?"
Harry thought he might spew again. "Fuck."
Footsteps fell descending from the attic room above Harry's. Fellow Gryffindor Hermione Granger appeared in an overly large sweatshirt, taking on one of the coffee's from Draco.
"Ugh. It's my turn to be sick." Ron complained.
Hermione rolled her eyes and took Draco's hand in her own. "Come on, you said you'd listen to my lecture."
He followed. Single finger farewells were exchanged.
"Fuck. FUCK. Okay, first thing we do is move my car to your parents house."
Ron shook his head, "Too late, mate. Look at your phone."
The screen of Harry's phone, plugged in and charging on the nightstand was illuminating.
Bellatrix was calling him. For the 47th time