YNs pov
My mom has been pushing me to hang out with Mattheo Riddle since we were born. I'd gone over to the Malfoy manor many times in my childhood but never bonded with him. Draco on the other hand, he and I were almost inseparable as kids, I last went over there when I was 8, Mattheo hadnt been present for the play dates since I was 4 though. Draco and I have been writing to each other ever since we could. So of course when I walked over to the slytherin table and saw his platinum blonde hair I sat right next to him, at least I'll have somebody at this school who doesn't hate me from the get go.
Dinner is over and we're walking to our common rooms and I look over at Mattheo, he's surrounded by people and at least half of them are girls. My head goes hot and my eyebrow furrows together and it takes almost everything in me to turn around and keep talking to Draco.
The prefect explains how we will each be sleeping with another person of the same gender in a two bedroom dorm. The girl prefect leads us and the other girls to the right side of the common room through a spiral staircase and starts shoving girls into dorms. I managed to avoid her blows but by the time we were at the end of the hallway there's only two people left, me and the girl that was all wrapped around mattheo on the walk here.
“Alright girls you get the last room, the best in the dormitories, congrats.” The girl says indifferently before shoving us into the room and slamming the door closed behind us.
I immediately run and hop onto the bed near the window. I can't sleep in pitch black and the bed next to the window always has the best lighting at night from the moon and stars. Sometimes at home I would crawl out my bedroom window and look up at the stars while I lay on the roof, once I even fell asleep up there. Now the windows are barred at home and I'm glad to have that freedom again.
“Don't worry,” My roommate says with a smile on her face.
“I can't sleep next to a window anyway, I'm scared something is gonna climb in and eat me.” She says with a giggle and I laugh at that too.
“I'm Pansy.” She says as she goes and drops down on the other bed, looking at me from the edge of her bed, sitting with her legs crossed together.
“YN.” I reply as I go and mirror her by sitting criss-crossed on the edge of the bed too and study her features. Her black hair is in two braids and her green eyes might somehow be greener than harrys. They remind me of the color of my cat trixs’ eyes.
“Can we be friends?” Pansy says after a few moments of silence.
“Yes please.” I exhale a sigh of relief. The smile she releases is way bigger than the one she did earlier and I can see a gap where one of her canines should be.
Our bags magically appear in our rooms, mine by the desk near the window and Pansy’s bags near the door to our private bathroom. The prefect wasn't lying when she said our room was the best. We both start unpacking putting our stuff into our own dresser and deciding on splitting the bookshelves atop the desk. I fill my side with my books and she fills hers with various stuffed bears, trophies and assorted pens and pencils for studying.
When we finish unpacking I notice a clock on the wall by our dressers and see that it's already 9;30. I go into the bathroom with one of my oversized shirts and sweat shorts to change into and brush my teeth. When I get out I notice pansy in her pajamas too laying on top of the covers of her bed.
“Hey you ok?” I whisper, her head snaps up and she locks eyes with me, hers filled with fear.
“I know we just met and all but can I sleep with you tonight? I'm not used to sleeping on my own. I usually sleep with my younger sister because she has nightmares but now that I'm gone I'm worried I'll be the one with the nightmares, you know?” The words basically tumble out of her mouth and she looks at me with a hopeful expression.
I walk over to my bed and get under the covers pushing myself against the wall. Pansy looks at me with a defeated expression and she reluctantly grabs the cover to go to bed alone.
I grab the emerald green comforter at the edge of the bed and pull it up showing the cream bed sheets underneath and lock eyes with pansy using my eyes to gesture at the spot without the comforter. Her face breaks into another grin and she runs and squeals before dropping herself into the spot and pulling the covers over her body.
She turns around and looks right into my eyes again.
“I know this may be a bit direct but I think you're single handedly my favorite person and I love you.” She says before snuggling into me. I flinch back a little but none that she notices as she continues holding onto me. It's not the touch that's uncomfortable, it's the placement of her head, right against the huge bruise my father left on me when he kicked me.
She does move her head eventually, placing it into the crook of my neck and I snake my hands around her middle and I'm about to fall asleep when she whispers in my ear.
“Tomorrows the first day of boyfriend shopping, and I'm going to make sure you get the hottest of them all.”
For some reason I think if she knew that to me the hottest of them all was Mattheo she wouldn't exactly love me anymore.