Title: The Nightmare
Author: Akikko
Rating/Warning: ...PG? xD;;
Summary: Albus Severus confirms Spica's worst fears.
Notes: Written for nextgenprompts (http://nextgenprompts. using the prompt Nightmare.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any other of J.K. Rowling's creations. I do, however, own Spica Lupin-Black.

"You're a slut, Spica." The words rang throughout the hallway, and Spica stood there wordlessly, feeling an ashamed blush rise to her cheeks. She heard the snickers and felt the glares of countless girls and boys as they all stopped to observe the confrontation.

"...How can you say that?" she looked up at him, feeling lost and hurt.

An unnaturally straightforward and mean Albus Severus returned the gaze, sneering as he replied, "Because it's true, and you know it."

She did not have any sort of defense, because she knew it was true. She knew that she had gone and had sex with countless guys all because she felt the constant need for attention. A slut. She was a common slut. And the one boy she had felt she connected with made it final; Spica was a slut.

"Al--" started Spica, her voice shaking, but she was interrupted by him.

Albus Severus scoffed with contempt. "Don't call me that. In fact, don't even talk to me anymore." With that, he turned around abruptly and walked off into the crowd of chanting students.

"Slut! Slut! Slut!" came the voices. They surrounded her as she fell to her knees, her hands on her face to cover her eyes as she sobbed. Not only was she a slut, but she was weak, and they all knew it.

"Slut! Slut! Slut!" Spica felt as if she was spiraling downward, and all she heard was the voices, pounding into her head and stabbing her straight through the heart. The floor of the hallway disentegrated beneath her and she fell down, down, down...

And then abruptly awoke, staring up at the ceiling as she laid in her bed in the Gryffindor girl's dormitory.

"You're a slut." Al's voice rang in her mind. She closed her eyes tightly, willing for the nightmare to disappear from her memory.

She put a hand gingerly up to her cheek and felt tears. She was a slut, and she was weak. Spica decided to lay there until morning, not fighting the tears that came.