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B is for Breaking up. It sounds obvious but oh well, it sounded interesting to me. Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I once owned Harry Potter and then I woke up.
A/N: unbetaed
B for Breaking Up
Rose Weasley sat between her cousins Lily and Albus at the Gryffindor table. She knew they knew. She knew all the Gryffindors knew. By now, all the Slytherins must know as well. Soon, the entire school would buzz with the news like the giant beehive this place actually was.
She knew they would pretend nothing happened and that they would try to spare her their concerned faces and worried glances. They were right to do that: she already hated this, though she had never experienced it yet. The concerned faces, the 'how do you do''s, the comforting pattings on the back and the girls-night-outs to make her feel better. She didn't want anyone to ever remind her of what had happened.
She had to be tough. She had to pretend she was fine. She had to show the world the same face she had shown them before he came along. She had to build herself an armour to prevent the world from getting at her – and also to prevent her from ever being that hurt again. She paused her thoughts for a minute and considered the everyday scenes taking place around her: Fred and James playfully fighting with each other, Lily checking her reflection on the back of a silver spoon, Albus pouring himself another glass of pumpkin juice. Yeah, she could do this. She could already feel the armour slowly building itself around her.
And then he walked in. She saw him and she froze, as if someone had just splashed a bucket of icy water on her chest. Only now did she realize she had acted as if he would never show up, as if her path would never cross his anymore. How stupid of her. They went to the same school, for Merlin's sake. They lived in the same place. How could she have left out that fact in her resolution to pretend he never existed?
Scorpius walked down the Slytherin table, and it broke her heart a little. It seemed that in just a few hours, in just one night, she had forgotten the way he looked: his cat-like yet determined walk, his ruffled – oh-so-sexy – blond hair, his features a little too delicate for the role he played everyday in front of all the other people. All these details were now just a cruel reminder of how much she used to love him – oh, who was she kidding, how much she still loved him. And just like that, she felt her newly-built armour shatter into pieces, and her flesh and heart felt exposed again.
Scorpius sat down at his table between his friends – who gave him the same looks as the ones Rose feared – and he looked up at her. His glance crossed the Great Hall and hit her eyes like a bright ray of sunlight.
It made her ache. She crossed her arms around her and held her sides to avoid the pain from getting worse. She couldn't imagine the devastated look that must have appeared on her face – she didn't bother to turn and see it in her cousins' eyes – she just knew he hurt as much as she did. The barely-visible dark circles under his tortured grey eyes looked deep purple to her. She knew him so well. She knew instantly he had never felt like this in his entire life. Neither had she, for that matter.
Breaking up was a huge mistake. Break-ups are constructive when there's a good reason behind them. What was their good reason? They were perfect for each other. They knew each other inside out. They had always shown sympathy for each other's problems and troubles, big or small. He held her at night when she cried, and she was the only one to make him laugh and feel thankful to be alive when things went bad with his family.
And there they were, broken up because of stupid reasons. 'My father hates you', 'Our families will never make peace with this' and 'My past is too heavy for you to carry' were not good reasons. A good reason would be 'I don't love you anymore'. And this, she knew, would never happen.
She dried the silent tear that had rolled down her pale cheek and just looked away. There was nothing else left to do.
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