Mr. Daddy's Money - Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/OC

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Now, I really felt like I could throw up. 

What. have. I. done.

I wanted to rip everything off the walls of Hermione and I's room. 

I wanted to scream until my lungs burst. 

Why did Draco kiss me?

Why did Fred kiss me?

How did u end up in this mess between these boys, who were so different. 

What's going to happen if one of them finds out?

I mean... it was bound to happen. 

I would look like a fool. 

A total player. 

The whole school would find out. 

I felt like more of an ass than ever. 

I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. 

I didn't dare move. 

I couldn't bare to get a glimpse of my own reflection in a mirror or even the window. 

I couldn't look at myself.

The thought of looking into my own eyes, made me even more sick to my stomach.  

I laid there silently, closing my eyes as Hermione eventually entered the room, pretending I was asleep. 

It would of make things worse if she asked questions. 

I couldn't tell her, she would tell Harry, who would tell Ron, who would tell Fred. 

Everything would be even worse than it already was. 

Hermione, quickly and quietly went to bed. 

I opened my eyes and watched the dark ceiling all night. 

Thinking. 

Thinking of how I could possibly turn this situation around. 

I laid there, until the room filled with the morning sunlight.  

I hadn't had a second of sleep. 

My mind constantly bounced between Draco Malfoy, and Fred Weasley. 

I pulled myself out of bed, only to discover that Hermione wasn't there. 

"When did she leave? She usually leave a note." I told myself. 

A knock sounded on my door. 

"What!?" I groaned. 

"Umm... are you coming to the tournament?" Fred asked me through through the door. 

"Yeah, I'll meet you in the commonroom. " I replied. 

I went to my closet, buried in the corner was my selection of alcohol. 

I grabbed a bottle and quickly chugged it. 

I cannot deal with all this shit sober. 

I grabbed a bottle, and filled it up with booze as well. 

"You're gonna want a jacket.  It looks like it could snow out there." Fred yelled through my door again. 

I hate it when people try to tell me what to do. 

I grabbed a jacket, and quickly slipped it on. 

I opened the door, and there stood Fred and George. 

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Fred looked me up and down.