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Oddly Sleepless Nights | Open

Morag lied on her back, head hanging off the side of her bed, staring up at the ceiling of the Ravenclaw dorm. She had been trying her best to remember what had happened the previous night all day, and she hadn’t had any success. Usually, she thought better at night, so while everyone else was using their time wisely and sleeping, she was lying awake, wracking her brain and trying to regain her memory.

She remembered that she had attended Blaise’s birthday party, and she had gotten a cigarette from Daphne. That was when her memory got foggier, and Morag assumed that was when she had consumed her first drink. She had never drank any alcohol whatsoever before, so she assumed her tolerance level was quite low, which was why the alcohol she had consumed had effected her the way it had. She hoped she hadn’t drank too much, and that the alcohol HAD just had a very strong effect on her. She didn’t want to find out that she had gotten totally shitfaced the first time she drank, which would be quite embarrassing.

With a sigh, she pulled the upper half of her body onto the bed, getting slightly dizzy due to the blood suddenly rushing from her head. As soon as the dizziness passed, she slid off of her bed onto the ground, and quietly padded over to her trunk. She dug around for a moment and finally found the pair of yoga pants she had brought to school. She had practically lived in yoga pants at home, due to how comfortable they were, and usually wore them to bed. Tonight, however, she had worn shorts. She already had a tank top on, so once she had pulled on a pair of slippers on, she exited her dorm and went into the common room.

Morag paced around the common room for about five minutes, debating the pros and cons of wandering around at night. The only bad things she could think of were Filch and Mrs. Norris. Otherwise, she had no reason to stay. It wasn’t like she would be able to sleep, anyways. She hesitated for a second as she quietly pushed open the door to the common room, poking her head out to make sure the coast was clear. After confirming it was, she stepped into the corridor. She quietly made her way to the Room of Requirement, and began pacing in front of it, focusing her thoughts on blowing off steam. She hoped that would be good enough, and eventually it was. The door appeared. Morag pushed it open and entered the room, not knowing what she’d find. Once her eyes adjusted from the darkness of the hallways to the lights of the room, her eyes widened at what she was faced with.

One corner of the room was a gym-like area, with punching bags, weights, treadmills, and other things. Another area was an art studio. Easels, drawing pads, and large selections of coloured pencils, paints, and other things needed for art. There was also an area full of musical instruments- flutes, clarinets, trumpets, guitars, and even drum sets. There was a multitude of other things in the room as well. She guessed that the Room of Requirement had taken different methods of stress relief from every student who had come to the room for that reason, and combined them, not knowing what she wanted specifically. At first, Morag hadn’t known exactly what she wanted either, but when she saw it, she knew instantly.

On the far wall of the room was a stereo system and a wall of mirrors, with a wooden bar running across the wall. She immediately started across the room, coming to a stop in front of the stereo. She pressed play, and classical music began to stream out of the speakers. Her breath caught for a moment. Magic never cease to amaze her, even after all these years. The fact that the Room of Requirement somehow knew about her years of ballet as a child was incredible. She moved in front of the mirror and closed her eyes. She moved into fourth position, and then did her best not to think, letting her body perform the moves she had learned as a child, just as well now as she had before.

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She only let Draco pull away long enough to unbutton his shirt, before sliding her hand back around his neck and pulling his face back down to hers. Now that they had started, she wasn't willing to stop, at least not at the moment, since she had finally gotten over her self conscious fears. She pulled away for a split second, just to take one breath, before leaning up to kiss him again, more firmly and almost more lustfully than she had been.d

Draco couldn’t deny the burdening excitement he was experiencing from Morag’s whines which vibrated magnificently against his own lips; vibrations going somewhere else altogether. Palm snaking up from her thigh up to her torso, his lithe hand ran lingered at her chest before moving up to cup her face as he kissed her more deeply. Pulling away for a split second as she tugged on the hem of his shirt, a soft snicker escaped his lips before his free hand came to unbutton at his crisp, white shirt. 

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Morag let out a quiet noise, almost like a whine, as if she were begging him not to stop. She forgot about the party, about the alcohol and the cigarettes, and about her worries of anyone still lurking in the room, watching them. Finally, all she could think about was what was happening at the moment, which had been what she had been trying to do all night. Leaving one hand wrapped around Draco, the other hand slid down to the hem of his shirt, and she gave it a slight tug, the action clearly showing what she was asking for.

Sucking on the sensitive area below her ear, Draco almost shrugged off her mention of the other people in the room, his mind completely occupied with other things. Not pulling his face away from her neck, instead his voice a low purr into her ear, he replied: “No one’s looking, and it’s dark." The Malfoy’s hot breath ghosted over the soft skin of her neck, inducing goosebumps. Feeling his lower abdomen tighten, Draco captured her lips with his again, his manner more lust-filled than it was before.

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She tilted her head back almost instantly as Draco pulled his lips from hers and began trailing down her jaw, her breath shallow as she tried to look at him without putting her head down and restricting access to her neck. "Sh-should we really be doing this here?" She asked breathily, not realising that they were the only ones left in the room.

Draco’s lips moved more heatedly with hers, his tongue exploring the wet heat that was her mouth and the hand that had him propped up instead found itself resting on the outside of her upper thigh. Feeling himself rising up to more of a kneeling position with him towering over her, the Malfoy broke off the kiss suddenly, before trailing his kisses instead over her jaw and to the crook of her neck. 

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Morag did her best to close any but of distance between her and Draco, even in the slightly awkward position they were in. She scooted herself up more against the wall, trying to pull him closer to her, almost a point where she was pressed between the wall and his body, with just about no room to breathe. Under normal, completely sober circumstances, she'd never allow herself to be in this position, much less with Draco Malfoy. She wasn't truly /that/ intoxicated, seeing as she had only had three or four drinks, but for once, she was perfectly okay with where she was, how she was feeling, and most surprisingly of all, who she was with.

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[with a sigh that turns into a groan, Morag reaches up and wraps an arm around Draco's shoulders, pulling him closer to her, while still using the other arm to keep herself propped up and closer to him]

Morag & Draco

[Letting a throaty moan vibrate against her lips when she kisses him back, Draco places a hand flat on the ground on the other side of her to reduce the space between them. Moving his lips against hers more feverishly as his patience drew a little thinner, he pulls her bottom lip between his teeth with a devious smirk]

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Getting completely wasted isn't going to be a problem. It's the not thinking part that's going to be an issue.

Ugh.

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I did, actually. Surprisingly.. [she adds, muttering]

Ugh.

Don’t worry, Macdougal. Gatechashers are bringing Mercutio’s Never-Ending Tobacco Sticks. Did you get an invite?

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If I'm the only non-Slytherin, you better not let me be on my own in a corner, got it? [rolls her eyes, and gives Daphne a small smirk] At the very least, come near me long enough to bring me a few cigarettes, if no one else will.

Ugh.

‘Course there’ll be cigarettes. We’re not Gryffindorks, we actually have fun at parties.

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Blaise did, if you must know.

Ugh.

Well I can assure you there will be a great deal more to worry about than fags and fruit punch.

Who invited you anyways? 

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No, but considering I'm not normally a party girl, much less a Slytherin party girl... I'm still gettin' a bit used to this shit.

Ugh.

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As long as you bring me nothing but the best, I don't give two shit's whether you some with me or not.

Ugh.

[cocks his head to the side with a smirk] 

Only if you want the finest quality. I’m not much of a smoker myself, mind… But I may take it up again for a night if it comes down to it.

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Quite frankly, right now, I don't care.

I want cigarettes, and I want them now. I'll worry about the other things later.

Ugh.

Of all the things you could ask of  a Slytherin party, you ask for cigarettes? You have no idea what you are about to get yourself into, do you? 

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Of course. How could I forget?

Shall I be coming to you for them, then, Malfoy?

Ugh.

Believe me, MacDougal, everything worth providing will be provided. [smirks] This is a Slytherin party, after all.

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Ugh.

Someone better bring some damn cigarettes to this party tonight. I've got a craving.

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I... I supposed not...

What do you mean by clone? Hermione didn't have a clone.. No one did!

Wh-what's going on?

Oh for God’s sake, Macdougal. If Granger was really dead and I were the murderer: do you really believe I’d still be here making idle conversation with you? 

Hermione Granger didn’t die; although her clone did.

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Then why the bloody hell is everyone, including the aurors, saying ya did? [tries to make her voice as cold as his and fails, due to the tears in her eyes and slight lump in her throat]

The aurors wouldn't lie to us.

Wh-what's going on?

That’s exactly what happened, yes. You see, we were having a lover’s spat which got out of hand, and I ended up stabbed her in the heart with my quill.[pauses, threads his hands through his hair in exasperation and his expression stills over] Of course I didn’t bloody kill the Mudblood. [spits venomously]