AN: It's been a while since I've posted anything, but I blame my muse. She decided to wander off and only just now returned. This might possibly have another chapter, we'll have to see. I have no beta, so any spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. I don't own Harry Potter.

I stood in the shadows and my heart felt like it was being crushed into tiny pieces. The soft breeze swept through the corridor, carrying with it the scent of spring and the promise of summer yet to come. Blending in perfectly with the dark shadows, I watched the two argue. I watched him reach for her, grabbing her hands in his, forcefully pulling her close to his chest. Her curly brown hair was like a golden-brown halo around her head. Her cinnamon colored eyes were full of fire and rage as she argued her point. The words didn't matter much in that moment. His actions spoke loudly as he let her speech come to its end. Her head rested against his chest, her face pink with anger. A soft smile spread across his face, lighting up his emerald eyes with a look I'd seen many times before. He gently raised her head up and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers.

She melted into his kiss, her arms sliding around his body and as they parted, a smile swept across her features. He kept his arm around her shoulders and steered her past the dark corner where I was hiding. They looked so in love. Pain and anger swept through me like a wildfire as they disappeared from my view. I stepped out into the warm sunshine that now flooded the corridor and felt so cold. The sunlight glinted off the silver and green emblem on my cloak. As I made my way to the dungeons, anger now pushing the hurt aside, into the shadows of my heart, I knew it was time. Time to cut him loose before he managed to make me look like a fool.

But I was too late and as I rounded the corner that led to the dungeons, I watched him embrace her again. The hurt swept out from the shadows again, and it was hard to see them through the watery veil of tears that formed across my eyes. A shaky gasp left my lips and I felt my fingers pressing against them tightly, trying to force the sound back inside, but to no avail. They turned, shock and surprise written all over their faces as they stared at me. Her face began to turn pink, and his cheeks were stained the same color.

He opened his mouth to say something, I couldn't understand his words as he tried to explain to me what I saw only moments before. He had no way of knowing this wasn't the first time I was catching them today. I lifted my hand, the simple action cutting him off.

"No. I don't want to hear a word from you." The words were tinged with a coldness that surprised even me.

He tried to speak and I felt the anger slide through me as I watched her place her hand on his shoulder, offering comfort.

As I walked past her, she turned and I could smell the lavender smell that was uniquely hers. Like him, she tried to offer me comfort, but I let my footsteps falter a moment. I turned to face her, my eyes coldly sweeping up and down her body a moment. Her cheeks grew pink under my inspection and I uttered the words I knew would hurt her the most.

"Why did I ever think I could trust you? Backstabbing bitch."

I walked past her and into the dungeons, muttering the password under my breath. I wanted nothing more than the comfort of my bed in my dorm but instead ran into something solid. Hands grasped my arms roughly, pulling me forward and on top of something, or rather someone. I glanced up and into the silvery-gray eyes of Draco Malfoy.

I felt my cheeks turn pink as he helped me to my feet. I felt his eyes run over my body, checking me for any injuries.

"Are you okay?" His voice, full of compassion touched that place in my heart where the hurt lay. I tried to fight the tears that rose to my eyes, but it was as if he unleashed the floodgates.

He steered me to the couch and listened as everything spilled out. I wasn't sure why I was confiding in him, but something told me it was the right thing to do. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I ended the grisly tale. I hiccuped softly and took the handkerchief he offered me. I wiped my tears away as only anger filled my heart.

"I'm sorry. I hope I didn't make you late for wherever you were going." The words seemed to hang in the air as I let my eyes meet his a moment.

He laughed, a smile spreading across his face, "No. It's okay Carrie. I'm glad I was here. What are you going to do now?"

I wasn't sure, but I knew I was going to dump him, and sighed softly.

"I need to end things. Turns out dating Gryffindors isn't a good idea. He can have the bitch, seeing as he wants her more than he wants me." I could hear the anger that seeped through my tone as I spoke and I knew Draco could too.

When I looked at him, he gave me a smile. "I can see why you were placed in Slytherin. Your looks belay a hidden anger inside. A fierce anger of someone who shouldn't be crossed. But, you are a Blackwood, so that was obvious to anyone who chose to look. Potter didn't look close enough and I'm sure he'll regret breaking your heart."

I sighed. I couldn't escape the Blackwood temper. It was legendary, especially among the pureblood houses.

Draco's voice brought me back to the present, "You wouldn't expect it from a girl who looks so angelic on the outside, but I don't envy Potter right now. Even if he has Granger now, he's still in danger. I still remember when you broke my nose when were kids. I learned quickly to never mess with a Blackwood."

Draco's words made me laugh. I remembered that day. I also remembered feeling angry and sad after I'd broken his nose. I was punished by my Father and made to apologize. Later, Mother told me that keeping a tight rein on my infamous temper would be hard. She told me that was a right time and place to be angry, and I'd know it better in the future.

Glancing up at the mirror that hung on the wall, I narrowed my blue eyes at my reflection. I rose, straightening my skirt and cloak. I kept my eyes on the girl reflected in the mirror.

I turned to face Draco, "My mother once told me that there was a right time and place to be angry. She also said I would know it better in the future. I think this is one of those times."

I saw his face pale a bit. "Does this mean what I think it means?"

I nodded. "I need to speak with Potter and Granger. Excuse me."