I didn't originally plan on ever liking the boy named Scorpious.
That's not how I started out.
Scorpious Malfoy had made my life bloody hell all through out my years at Hogwarts. He was seemingly innocent to all the teachers' eyes, and tortured the life out of me out of classroom doors.
The only people I could ever trust to share my pains with were my cousin Lily and my best friend Alessia. I told them how he spat names at me, drew nasty notes into my school books, telling all my friends that I wouldn't be talking to them anymore, how he had spread rumors around the school about me snogging with Alessia in the girls' bathroom. Alessia and I had been suspended temporarily for the last one. We all cried and they helped me tremendously: together, we shouldered and survived the hell he put me through every day of my life.
I managed well, in my opinion.
Yes it was hard but I never once thought about ending it all because I saw how much I had to lose. Not a thing in my life was worth that damn boy.
Alessia and Lily told me that.
Other than Scorpious, school went fine, despite the fact that I hated the assignments, the essays, the books and exams.
Except for one thing:
Last year was my last year at Hogwarts. And I, Head Girl, was to share a common apartment with Scorpious Malfoy. I didn't think I would make it out. I'm still not sure how I did.