Phil's POV:
"Philly…wake up, Philly…" My eyes slowly opened as I saw my girlfriend, Becky, standing over me; her long, dark brown hair in my face, seeing as she was leaning her head over to see me.
"Hi Becky…what are you doing here?" I murmured, backing out of her hair and yawning. I had already started my Hogwarts tradition of procrastinating until the last minute to do homework, so that's why I was up at two in the morning, sitting in the Hufflepuff common room.
"I missed my Philly, of course!" She giggled, and I let out a sigh, dipping my quill in my ink once again to continue writing my essay.
"Stop calling me Philly."
"Aww, you're no fun." She pouted playfully, and I let out a weak smile.
"And missing me doesn't explain why you're up at two in the morning, aren't you tired?"
"Nope! So, whatcha writing?" She asked me, poking her head back into my books.
"Just writing my potions essay, I'm almost done!" I stated, proudly. Thanks to the notes that Dan took for me, I was doing a lot better. Sure, it was hard to say how much better I was doing, since we had only returned to Hogwarts two weeks ago, but I felt my brain growing! Which sounds weird, but it was awesome!
"Don't you, like, suck at potions?" She asked, causing what self-esteem I just had to plummet and wither away. I frowned at her, before returning back to my writing.
"Well…yeah, but Dan's helping me take notes, and he's really smart, and-" I stated, before Becky intervened on my slight happiness once again.
"Wait, who the hell is Dan? You never told me you're seeing a boy!" She gasped, the look of utter betrayal in her eyes.
"Becky, Dan's just someone I met on the train station." I moaned, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. I forgot that I wasn't going to tell my girlfriend about Dan, seeing as she made a big deal about almost everything.
"Phil, you don't have any friends! Are you cheating on me?" I looked up, so shocked and offended that she would even consider the fact that I would cheat on her.
"I told you, he's just some boy! He's not even my friend, and we only talk a little! Just because I'm bisexual doesn't mean I'm making out with every boy when you're not looking, Becky!" I said angrily, and picked up the stack of books I was working with for my essay. "I'm going to bed, goodnight." I muttered, and started to walk away.
"Wait, Philly, please don't be mad at me!" I felt a hand turn me around, and I was met with her concerned face. "I'm just…scared, Phil! You never seem to want to be with me! We don't even cuddle, or kiss! What's up with that?"
"I told you, I'm not a touchy person." I explained for what seemed to be the millionth time. I really didn't like cuddling, or kissing, or doing any of the weird stuff she made me do.
"I just don't know what to believe anymore, you always seem to be busy, and gone, and…I don't know what to do about that!" Tears were threatening to leak from her eyes, and that caused me to feel so horribly guilty. She was pretty good at doing that, I guess.
"Becky, don't be sad…you know I love you, you're the best girlfriend in the world. I just don't want you to think I'm lying to you, because I've always been faithful to you!" She nodded numbly, looking down at the ground. I sighed, knowing what I had to do. I leant over and kissed the top of her head, causing a small smile to spring across her face.
"Oh, Philly, you're so sweet. I'm sorry I doubted you, you've always been a pretty good boyfriend."
"Right…listen, I've got to go to bed, I'm super tired and I don't want to fall asleep in class again." She giggled, placing a light kiss on my lips.
"Goodnight, baby, I love you!" She said, walking away towards the girl's dorm as I walked towards mine.
"Love you too." I called behind me, walking up the stairs and into my dorm.
Everyone else was asleep, and I trudged towards my bed, falling onto the soft mattress and falling asleep instantly.
What a day.