I just broke my own heart. You're probably wondering how. And I'll tell you. But it's a long story…

It started on Saturday. We were just talking. We had run out of things to say and resorted to a slightly awkward silence. So, with my brilliant mind, I decided to ask him a question.

"You've never lied to me and never will, right?"

"No. But I would for your own good."

"What do you mean?"

"If I had to lie to protect you from something, I would."

"Protect me from what?"

"Like… I don't know… I can't think of an example."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Sorry?"

I shook my head.

"Love you?"

I smiled slightly and said "I love you too."

"….sooo."

"A seventh year asked me out again."

"Do you know him?"

"Yeah…"

He just stared at me.

"He's asked me out twice now."

"Ok?"

"He's creeping me out. I've needed to talk to someone about it for a while. And mum's always busy with work and Albus has gone to bed early, every day for three weeks. So… I'm talking to you."

"So wake Al up."

"He says he's sick."

Awkward silence….

"Thaaanks."

"What?"

"For being there for me. You're such a great friend."

No answer.

"Fine." I stood up. "I'll talk to someone else about it. I'll leave you alone and only talk to you about what you want to talk about. Sorry I bothered you with it, Draco."

I turned to leave.

"Wait." He grabbed my arm. "You can talk to me about it. I was just giving you a suggestion."

I gape at him. How could he expect me to believe that? Especially after he said he would lie to me!

I stormed off.

The next day

Ugh. Here comes Scorpius.

"Good morning." He said.

I glare at him.

"Are you mad at me? …"

What a stupid question. "Duh." I, rather lamely, answer.

"Why?"

"Urg."

He seemed to be thinking hard. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I was just saying that if you wanted to talk to someone else, to wake Al up. Cause it sounded like you didn't want to talk to me about it…"

"Well, I did want to talk to you about it."

"Ok."

"You still don't get it do you?"

"….no, I don't."

"Of course not. You never do."

"I'm sorry I don't. Just don't be mad at me."

"Too late for that." And with that, I closed my book and stomped off.

All throughout the day he ignored me. Every time I came into a room he'd walk out. When I came up to him to try and talk to him, he would leave.

I finally had him cornered this morning:

"Ignoring me just makes me more mad."

"I'm hurt that you can think that I didn't care. I didn't think there was a risk of you dating someone else. But, now I'm not so sure. My silence is because, I've never been in this situation before."

"Urg! You have no clue why I'm mad, do you?"

"Communication would be nice! Spell it out."

"Alright, I'll spell it out for you. Strike one: you get annoyed with me all the time, but then you tell me you aren't! Strike two: you tell me you'd lie tome! Strike four: you have yet to say your sorry. And now, I'm the one sorry, because you're way past out."

He just stared at me, shocked.

"There are three things that I hate. People who are inconsiderate, people who make me feel small and stupid. And people who lie to me. You, have now done all three of these."

I left. And here I am. In the corner of my dorm. Writing down my pain in this stupid book. Broken. Hurting.

The worst part is, I did it to myself.