A/N: Guess who's being a lazy shit and uploading random parts of the final chapter? Me.
But since everyone keeps hounding for updates, just remember that this is your own doing.
"Whoever thought heels would be ideal for women to run in?!"
Dominique thought as she kicked the pair off her feet.
She had to run to find Bernadette and make sure she was okay while still euphoric that Marlene had received her just desserts.
Bernadette was more important that Marlene, and she needed to find her, afraid that the Slytherin would do something she would regret.
Dominique searched all of the places she thought Bernadette would be; the library, the astronomy tower, the girls bathrooms, the potions dungeon, but the girl wasn't there.
A wave of anxiety crashed over her as she shut the door to the potions room.
Where could Bernadette be? And it wasn't like she would have gone far, and she couldn't go far, anyway.
The Ravenclaw shut her eyes to think. She wasn't in her regular places, and if the Slytherin had returned to her common room, Dominique wouldn't be able to get access, therefore wouldn't see Bernadette for the rest of the night.
"What about outside?"
The thought struck Dominique, and the girl gasped. The place they had first kissed.
"The courtyard."
Louis practically threw himself into the seat next to Rose and grabbed her hand, careful as to not spill her drink.
"Okay Scorpius just said he wants to dance with me," he spoke so fast that Rose had to try and process what he could have said.
"I'm sorry?"
"Scorpius is infatuated with me," Louis slowed down, but his heart was still racing.
Rose shook her head and frowned in confusion.
"How could he be infatuated with you? No offence, Lou, it's not like that, but Scorpius is dating Anita Buildgrin."
"I know that, but this is a Veela thing," Louis grit his teeth and emphasised the word with wide eyes.
"People with Veela blood have a thing called thrall, and that's why he drools whenever I'm around. It's really complicated, and- Oh shit."
Louis's eyes widened in fear once Scorpius entered the hall. The Slytherin's hair was messy, and his shirt wasn't tucked in.
Dominique sprinted, the layer of her dress robes were thrown over her shoulder as her feet slapped against the ground.
The pierced witch followed her inner direction towards the doors to the courtyard.
They were open, and the scene painted before her made Dominique's heart stand still.
The moon was glowing, completely full and beaming down upon the forest, lake and grounds. A velvet blanket of blue was cast over the sky, with stars scattered across to form abstract patterns. The moon was reflecting off the dark surface of the lake, and the floating lights around the courtyard paved a path towards the girl Dominique was looking for.
Bernadette was sitting on the top step that descended to the lower grounds and Hagrid's hut.
As Dominique slowly walked forward, she observed Bernadette, hunched forward, hands resting on her knees, trying to control her breathing. A smell hit her nose, and the Ravenclaw automatically wrinkled it; smoke.
"Bernadette?" Dominique softly addressed the Slytherin. When the emerald eyes looked up at the brown, they were glistening with tears. Her eyeliner was smudged, and smoke was rising from her right hand.
"Me mum and me are the only purebloods…great nan married another wizard, and mum married me dad…" Bernadette's voice was hitched and airy. She didn't look at Dominique, and kept staring out at the forbidden forest.
"I don't know why the hat put me in Slytherin…all of the people in there are so cold and malicious…I despise the constant hate on everyone that isn't a pureblood…It's awful!"
Sobs came from the black haired girl while Dominique took in the situation.
"Bernadette..." Dominique's voice was quiet, she couldn't help but ask.
"Are you smoking?"
"Oh, Yes. I am," Bernadette looked down at the cigarette.
She sighed, "My one bad habit, I guess," She chuckled, then took another drag.
"Are you…allowed to be smoking out here?"
"Dom, with all due respect, could we just forget about the cigarette for one fucking moment?!" Bernadette's voice strained with her snapping, and it made Dominique flinch; the first time Bernadette Finnigan had ever snapped.
"I'm sorry," Dominique muttered, looking down at the ground.
Bernadette let out a sigh, "No, I'm sorry…"
She paused; turning her gaze to the forest as she narrowed her eyes and grit her teeth.
"I'm sorry that purebloods are just always so vile," her voice was curt and cold to match the expression on her face. Dominique's voice was small in comparison.
"But you're not."
The Slytherin raised an eyebrow, letting Dominique continue.
"You're not vile," the Ravenclaw lowered her gaze to try and meet Bernadette's line of vision.
"You're a pureblooded witch, and you're one of the most kind, respectful and beautiful purebloods I have ever known...this…is not what I'm used to, I'll have to admit."
A snort was the response.
"That was the most ludicrous thing you have every said," Was the Slytherin's deadpan of a reply.
"I know, it's something straight out of a pathetic romance novel. Yet, it's the truth," Dominique shrugged as Bernadette tapped the cigarette lightly with her thumb.
"Well, you're right about that," Bernadette chuckled darkly, taking a drag of the cigarette.
When she exhaled, she also sighed and dropped her head.
"This sucks. So much. My dress is in shambles, Marlene nearly killed you, and you caught me at my lowest."
Dominique didn't know what to say. Instead she sat down next to the girl and followed her gaze out to the forest. It was only then she really appreciated the beauty this time of night had to offer.
"If you're worried about the smoking, I'm not bothered," Dominique started as Bernadette tapped the cigarette again.
"Marlene knows…" Her voice trailed off, and Dominique raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"The fire…my biggest fear is fire…I saw my aunt get caught in a blaze and perished when I was little…she was a pureblood that supported muggleborns and halfbloods, and death-eaters burned her house to the ground…I hate fire.."
"I'm so sorry," Dominique's voice was still low, and her eyes wondered to the singed hems of Bernadette's dress.
"If you're worried about your dress, don't. I can easily fix that if you'd like? Here," The tattooed witch pulled out her wand and cast a spell to fix the fabric.
Her slow and steady wand movements repaired the natural creasing of the hem, and the black burnt fabric was returned back to the emerald green.
Bernadette blinked, staring at the hem as if it were a foreign object. She lifted her head and smiled gently at the other witch.
"Thank you, Dom."
Dominique gave a half-smile and shrugged. She blushed furiously when Bernadette lightly kissed her cheek.
"This feels sickeningly sweet," The brunette chuckled, face turning completely red. She could feel the heat from her cheeks and ears.
Bernadette threw the cigarette on the ground and dug her heel into it with a smile.
"Sometimes, sweet is a good thing," she gently took the Ravenclaw's hands and leaned closer.
"What do we do?" Louis grabbed Rose's arm and started to panic. As they had
"Is there a way to turn it off?" Rose was unsure of what to do.
"If there was, I wouldn't be in this hole!" Louis snapped and tightened his grip.
"Lou, calm down!" Rose hissed.
"I can't!" Louis loosened his grip, but his voice tightened. While Louis was having a panic attack, Scorpius approached him, heaving heavily.
"I…I can't stop thinking about you," his voice was husky, and sweat beaded around his hairline.
"Oh fuck!" Louis was panicking now, and his hands were sweating.
"You've been on my mind all year, I just need you, you vile, loathsome halfbreed."
"Wow, he really is in love with you," Rose smirked and folded her arms.
"You're not helping!"
"Just get in my mouth," Scorpius's vicelike grip was around the collar of Louis's shirt, and he tried to pull the boy in.
"Okay time out!" Louis shoved the Slytherin away, but stumbled over his own feet and fell back against the table.
His head hit the edge of the table with a loud "THWACK."
"Louis!" Rose gasped, and Scorpius just stood there, dumbfounded with his mouth hanging open.
"Mate theres no alcohol in the drinks!" A voice jeered at the incident, and James, followed by Hugo, approached Rose.
"What's going on here?" Hugo looked from Louis on the ground, to Rose, then at Scorpius.
"And why the heck is he here?" Hugo pointed at Scorpius, who was still staring dumbly at Louis on the ground.
Rose knelt down beside Louis, and shook his shoulder.
"Lou? Louis? Are you okay?"
A groan was the only response.
When Louis moved his head, there was a dark red stain against the table cloth, and Rose gasped again.