This is my songfic to The Story of Us with poor Molly ll and her messed up love life. Enjoy! I don't own anything. Lyrics go to Taylor Swift and Big Machine Records and Harry Potter is all J.K. Rowling.

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I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us
How we met and the sparks flew instantly
People would say they're the lucky ones

Molly didn't know what happened.

She and Jayden had been getting along so well, making teasing jabs at each other, studying with upside-down textbooks under the tree by the black lake, and sneaking down to the kitchens and feeding each other caramels, but somewhere along the lines he had lost interest and Molly just didn't want to notice. Molly thought it was her happy ending. She had been too busy daydreaming about the future, their future, to realize that they weren't as close as before.

I used to know my place was the spot next to you
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat
'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on

Did she do something wrong? Molly just wanted to know why they hadn't worked out, because they had really had fun and liked each other a lot- she was allowed to ask, right? She meant to approach him, but as she entered the Great Hall Molly stopped and her eyes slid over to her seat right next to Jayden, and her brow furrowed as she thought of happier times where she would just sit down at her spot without any hesitation instead of being too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

Molly hurried to sit by Lily Potter a few seats down, trying to distract herself. Jayden didn't seem to notice her presence, and she bit her lip.

Oh, a simple complication
Miscommunications lead to fallout
So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up, I can't break through

When classes ended after a lot of clock-watching and Molly's hands being run through her hair numerous times, she went to the library to study, but her mind was elsewhere.

Elsewhere being when she and a certain someone were together.

Molly groaned in frustration. They used to be perfect, but now it was just over. How?

She had to tell him how much she cared about him, and how she kindamaybesorta wanted him back, but that would be really, really awkward.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know, is it killing you
Like it's killing me, yeah

Molly looked across and saw Jayden sitting next to Leah Rivers, who was sleeping. Oh, no. There certainly were people around her, but her attention was focused on the two. Jayden looked nervous, and his eyes were avoiding her general direction.

Molly tried not to panic, but it was a lot to take in and after hiding behind a bookshelf took several deep breaths. After knocking her head on the dusty Charms Theory books a couple times, she started to wonder, 'Does he miss me like I miss him?'

The pangs of defeat in her stomach told her that she needed to know badly.

I don't know what to say since a twist of fate
When it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Next chapter

She remembered his last words to her before they left for the holiday.

"Hey, uh, Molly? Can I talk to you?"

"Of course! What is it?"

"I like you, um…like a lot, Molly, but the thing is, we really should just be friends. That okay with you?"

Her mouth dropped open and she slowly nodded without thinking.

"Great, Molls. Thanks!"

And with that she watched Jayden Smith run up to his compartment and begin to joke around with his friends.

She squeezed her eyes shut. She was not going to cry.

She had heard later that Leah had suddenly kissed Jayden after Transfiguration, and Jayden had kissed back. Then, he decided to break up with her, just so he wouldn't have to sneak around anymore. That had hurt.

Molly didn't really know what to say to Jayden, but she was freaking out.

How'd we end up this way?
See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy
And you're doing your best to avoid me

I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us
How I was losing my mind when I saw you here
But you held your pride like you should have held me

Molly hid behind her book and tucked her hair behind an ear, stealing glances at Jayden and making her heartache worse as he was pointedly looking at either Leah or his essay.

If she was standing up, Molly probably would be pacing or sliding against a wall because of how uncomfortable the whole situation was. Her happy ending (only Lucy got those, she realized) had turned into a disaster. How was Jayden staying so calm and collected? Molly stared at his neutral expression.

She missed him. More than she'd like to admit.

Life was so unfair.

Oh I'm scared to see the ending
Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud

Molly waited several jittery minutes for the inevitable clash. She knew she still missed him, but did he? They couldn't just ignore each other and skirt around the subject, though Molly wished they could. The silence truly was deafening her, mocking how they couldn't even talk. Why was everything so mental lately? Molly needed to find a way to tell him.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know, is it killing you
Like it's killing me, yeah

I don't know what to say since a twist of fate
When it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

Molly was hyperventilating. There was a reason she wasn't in Gryffindor, and she definitely was showing it tonight.

A million thoughts were running through her head, and the thought of how easy and crazy they used to be compared to how scared they were acting right now was one of the loudest, along with is he in as much pain as me thinking of those times? Molly peeked at him yet again, and could've sworn she Jayden pull head quickly down to his homework as she raised hers. Wishful thinking. Their story didn't have a happy ending.

This is looking like a contest
Of who can act like they care less
But I liked it better when you were on my side

The battle's in your hands now
But I would lay my armor down
If you'd say you'd rather love then fight

She tried to look as indifferent whenever she felt a set of eyes on her-she was right, that was him-but she hated that they had to do it. Molly knew that if Jayden stopped ignoring her, she would happily let him back into her life. The dodging and hiding and avoiding was killing her. Couldn't he see that?

So many things that you wish I knew
But the story of us might be ending soon

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know, is it killing you
Like it's killing me, yeah

She wanted to tell him how she missed him, but Molly knew that they could never work out again. She had to leave him behind, even if it killed her. She repeated Just Say Goodbye, Just Say Goodbye, Just say Goodbye like a mantra.

I don't know what to say since a twist of fate
When it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
Now, now

And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know, is it killing you
Like it's killing me, yeah

And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate
'Cause we're going down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Molly stood up and walked over to Jayden, who looked up from his essay. Molly swooped in and kissed his cheek quickly, whispering, "Bye, Jayden."

He (along with the rest of the library and Leah, who had miraculously woken up) looked at her in shock. She spun on her heel and turned away.

Their story was more like a tragedy anyway. Molly could find her happy ending somewhere else.

The end.

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This is a great song! Check it out. Tell me how I did or if you liked the pairing! Thanks a bunch for reading!

By the way, what hair color do you picture Molly having? And Jayden Smith is the son of Zacharias Smith and one of my endless number of OCs.