AN: This is a sadish one shot thingy. It is sorta in a different universe from my other stories... but I wanted to do this... it's sorta sad.


I had to do it. I knew it would break both of our hearts but in the end it would be better. I had to believe that, it was all that would get me through.

I walked up to my current boyfriend Roy Scamander. He was a total nerd, like me, but he didn't care about school or maintaining perfect grades (I have Os in all my subjects, even history of magic which practically no one gets above an E on) – he had mostly poors and even a dreadful or two. But none the less, we became really good friends about two months ago. Three weeks after that, he asked me out. I had never had a boyfriend before (I'm only a third year, jeesh!) but I had a crush on him so I said yes. We have been dating for about a month and most of the time it was great. He sat at the Ravenclaw table (he was a Hufflepuff, don't you dare judge) breakfast, lunch, and dinner and we owled each other constantly. I would stay up until three in the morning just sending our little owls back and forth between each other. However, I never felt any real passion in our relationship. He would compliment me and I would smile, but that was it. I didn't really have my emotions involved. We weren't one of those couples that constantly had our arms around each other, and called each other honey and sweetheart. Lately however, things have gotten worse and his personality has begun to rub me wrong. I sorta want to slap him every time he talks. This was my signal that it is time to break up, you shouldn't want to slap your boyfriend constantly. However, he's so sweet and still clearly likes me so I feel terrible about it. But in the end it will just be worse if I don't do it now.

"Roy, I don't think this is working out. We just don't have anything in common. I'm sorry," I confessed.

"It's okay, I guess I saw this coming," he replied, his face looking distraught.

"I really am sorry."

"I know, but sometimes sorry doesn't really help anything, could you just leave me alone."

I didn't say anything, I just walked away. What can you say when you see hurt written all across someone's face and you know it's your fault? Let me answer that for you, nothing productive.

I went up to my dorm, and sat on my bed. I pulled my curtains around me and put whispered "Silenco" with a flick of my wand. Then, I sat and thought for a long time. I thought about how awkward hanging out with our mutual friends would be now. I thought about how hard it would be to deal with it as the whole school found out that we were broken up, would there be the same amount of madness there was when we got together? I didn't know and I couldn't figure out what to do about any of these things, so instead I just cried. I cried not because we broke up, but because we had dated in the first place. Nothing would ever be the same, and that is what made me cry, not some useless guy.


AN: so, it's not my best work but I don't care... so please review even if it is just to tell me that I suck!