"Your closet is –" Cressida holds her criticism back and then takes a deep breath. "– It's wonderful, for an old lady. Sorry I had to say it, I mean Violet what is this?"

"My clothes Cressida are you blind?" Violet laughs and throws her shoe at Cressida's head which Cressida blocks and looks at the ugly shoe in horror. "Help me! I don't want to dress like this anymore if you hate it!"

Cressida hums as she moves removes clothes from hangers and tosses the clothes into piles. So many empty hangers remain on the wooden poll inside Violets small, walk-in closet. Violet is lying on her back with her legs propped up on the wall and her arms folded across her chest like a mummy. She's watching as Cressida divides her shoes into two piles as well.

"What are the piles for?" Violet asks and turns over on her stomach to watch as Cressida sits crisscross on the floor and puts her hands over both piles.

"Left pile is for tossing." Cressida points out and points at the tights that Violet's wearing. "Those need to go in the left pile. The right pile is stuff that can possibly be used as material to make hotter clothes."

Cressida runs over to a trunk that she brought over and is sitting next to Violets bed. She struggles to pick up because of how heavy it is and she drags it over to Violet. "I had my dad tell our maid to send over a trunk of new clothes that suit well for someone like me and this is it."

"You bought me clothes?" Violet gasps as she quickly opens the trunk with curiosity. "Cressida, this is too much!"

"Oh, please it's like a sixty galleons, my dad makes that in one hour." Cressida blows it off and starts pulling the clothes from the trunk. "You're a size small, I guessed, let's just hope my maid got some good things."

"This is –" Violet picks up a black lingerie set and her face cringes. "– I don't even wear things like this Cressida! I'm not comfortable with m-my body."

"You're body is hot." Cressida points out and tugs at the long skirt and tights that Violet's wearing. "This skirt and these tights are not doing you any justice. It's the first day of school, I introduced you to Scorpius and my brother today and you were wearing tights."

"Scorpius is not my type –" Violet swats Cressida's hand away and she uses her own hands to rip the tights on her thighs. "– your brother, not my type either. But you're right the tights had to go."

They both start laughing at how ridiculous Violet's ripped tights look and they stop laughing and turn to the door when it opens. Violet's roommate walks in and her eyes dart to Cressida who's still dressed in her Slytherin uniform.

"Slytherins aren't allowed in the Hufflepuff common room, let alone the dormitories." The girl rages and opens the door again, waving her hand out. "Please leave, it's late and I'd like to rest."

"She's my friend." Violet confronts the girl but is quickly cut off by Cressida.

"It's fine Violet –" Cressida stands up with, throwing her bag over her shoulder and pushes past the other girl. "– Clearly, I'll always be the daughter of a Death Eater in their eyes."

Cressida slams the room door behind her as she walks out. Since the day she was born, both Cressida and Thomas got labeled as a continuous line of Death Eaters. They didn't even have a choice, just because of the family they were born in, the label was born with them.

"Since I didn't have time to catch you this morning." The roommate begins to speak to Violet as she takes her robe off and hangs it on the hook next to her bed. "The left side of the room is completely off limits to you; this is my side. The right side is yours, including the closet you have open. Hufflepuffs take showers in the lavatories right outside the common room."

"Wait I have to get out of the common room to shower?" Violet questions, following an angry scoff at how stupid it is to put bathrooms outside.

"Yes, shower times are from five in the morning until eleven at night. If you're showering before or after those times you will get detention or have a chaperon take you every time you need to go for an entire week." The girl reaches into a basket labeled clean laundry and pulls out a couple of towels. She tosses them onto Violets bed and nods towards them. "Those are your towels, keep them clean. A cleaner comes by Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays so leave your dirty clothes and towels in the laundry basket."

"Any other rules?" Violet sarcastically asks as she takes one of the towels off her bed and hangs it on the hooks on her closet door.

"No boys." The girl adds onto the list. "I don't want drama or nonsense in my room. And my names Genevieve but you can call me Gen if it's easier for you."

"Okay thank you." Violet responds and grabs her other towel, throwing it over her shoulder. "I'm going to take a shower."

Violet walks out of the room, completely forgetting the most important thing. She has her soaps and scrub in her hands and her wand lit while she holds it in between her teeth. It's forty minutes till eleven and the common room is completely empty. Violet paid the Daily Prophet boy from the morning and it was just an hour ago and the common room was fuller then.

Violet walks tip toe with her wand still clenched between her teeth, lighting the path for her. Still not noticing the things she forgot, Violet walks out of the common room and heads to the right towards two large doors with the sign 'Girls Lavatory' hanging on top. She walks in and kicks the doors closed with her foot before setting her soaps in the first shower she sees.

The showers are all open. There are dozens of them along the walls, each separated by a four-foot tile wall. The floors feel cold, even through Violets shoes. Violet lights a lantern on the stool by her shower and puts her wand next to the lantern.

She starts to undress and steps on her clothes, leaving tracks of wet dirt on the clothes. While the water warms up, Violet unties her shoes and places them next to the wall, making sure not to wet them since they're her favorite pair.

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Violet rinses herself off after finishing her shower and she wrings her hair out over the drain. She grabs her towel and wraps it around her body as she steps out from the shower and steps onto her old clothes.

"No, no, no!" She shouts quietly into her hand and smacks the wall with anger. "How could I forget my fucken clothes!"

She frantically picks up the clothes she was stepping on and gags as she sees how soaked and dirty it is. She couldn't possibly put this back on. Her heart starts to race and her body begins to heat up from top to bottom.

Violet groans with anger and wraps the towel tighter around her body, careful so it doesn't fall of with any movement. She locks her soaps and scrubber in one of the available lockers and she picks up her dirty school clothes, holding it in a ball against her chest.

She places her wand between her teeth and starts to slowly step out of the lavatory. She looks both ways in the dark hallway, not turning her wand light on so no one can see her. She starts walking and holds herself onto the wall as her bare, wet feet touch the cold floor of the corridors.

"Stupid Genevieve." She murmurs to herself as she continues walking yet her words are hardly clear because of the wand between her teeth. "She saw me and didn't tell me shit. I hate he –"

A loud yelp escapes her mouth as she slips back but is quickly caught by her arms by someone behind her. She's pushed up onto her feet by the person and she turns around and sees Professor Malfoy still in his Professor uniform and his wand lit between his teeth just like hers.

He removes it from his teeth and eyes her up and down, causing her to uncomfortably cover her body with her arms. "It's five minutes to eleven, what are you doing in the showers so late. Most importantly what are you doing walking in a towel?"

"I forgot my clothes." Violet groans awkwardly and hugs her chest tighter. "I don't know the rules here so well I'm new."

Professor Malfoy raises his hand in the air and with a quick snap, a green jumper appears in his hand. He maintains eye contact with Violet as he hands it to her and watches her put it on awkwardly over her towel. No words needed to be said, she knows he wants her to put it on and he knows she wants him to watch her. Yet no one is acting on anything, they're simply stuck knowing.

"Thanks." She whispers and holds her towel in her hand as she stands with his large, Quidditch jersey. The jersey goes to the middle of her thighs, enough for her to walk without a towel.

"Get to your dorm and –" He gulps and struggles to keep himself from not looking at her bare legs that were covered earlier by those tights. "– and don't let me find you out this late ever again unless you're returning from Astronomy."

"Of course." Violet responds with an unemotional tone. She figured him giving her his jumper was a start to a better relationship but clearly, he's just a jerk. A jerk she masturbated to. "Good night. Professor."

Violet turns around and starts to walk away. Professor Malfoy watches her walk away, taking deep breaths to avoid pulling her back. He clears his throat and turns around, walking back to his bedroom that's next to the Girls Lavatory.

He unbuttons his black cloak as he's walking into his room and he tosses it on his dresser. His breathing is out of control, there's a bulge in his pants that he hasn't had for or from his wife in years. The last time he had sex, he was thirty-four years old. He's never been unfaithful to his wife but this girl, Violet, she's making him want to.

"Fuck." He groans and bangs his fists against the wall as he leans his head against it. He unbuckles his belt with unsteady hands and lowers his boxers enough for his cock to come out hardened.

He wraps his hand around the bottom and starts to stroke slowly as he imagines Violet's skin touching his. Her lips grazing his and then slowly traveling down his neck as her hands massage his cock. His stroking speed starts to speed up and he moans, feeling his body start to sweat.

A knock at his door causes him to pull himself together and buckles his belt. He walks over to the door and opens whilst fixing his hair. His face drops when he see's his wife, Astoria, standing at the door with a luggage bag in her hands.

"Hello my love." She kisses him on the cheek and walks in, leaving him dumbstruck at the door.

Draco shuts the door and walks back, wiping his hands on a hand towel. "What are you doing here Astoria?" He goes over to her and tosses her luggage from his bed onto the floor. "You can't show up here unannounced. I work here!"

"Why are you so repulsed by me?!" Astoria shouts back and calms down almost immediately when she realizes that wasn't lady like. "I am your wife. You accepted this job because it meant you'd only be home for weekends once a month. I'm going to be home, alone, without my son, without my husband!"

"I'm working for you!" Draco shouts back and puts his fingers together to shake his hand at her face in an angry motion. "You need your luxuries; your mother constantly asks for money ever since your father passed away and Scorpius needs to something to inherit! So yes, I accepted this job to be away from you and your mothers nonsense but I also accepted this for my family, to support my family because our money is draining every year!"

"She's my mother and she's alone you can not expect me to leave her!" Astoria sighs and pulls her hair with frustration. "I feel like I'm going insane! I just wanted to have night with my husband because I miss him!"

"Well, I don't." Draco shouts back at her. "I wanted a quiet night alone! You can take the bed and I'll take the floor. I guess I'll have to go to work tomorrow with a sore body."

He walks into his bathroom and slams the door behind him, leaving Astoria crying in the middle of the bedroom.

"Draco!"