Rowan jumped out of her four poster bed and started to choose what to wear that day. Her heart all aflutter. As she was getting dressed her classmates were slowly getting up as well. Minutes later, they were all racing up the dungeon steps into the Great Hall, awaiting Professor McGonagall and Filch. Rowan took her time, she didn't really know if Deakon was going be there or not, she hadn't gotten a reply when Constantine returned last night.
She made her way into the Slytherin Common Room, and as she passed the boys dormitory, she ran full force into something solid. A person.
When she looked up to see who she ran into, she realized that she hadn't run into just anyone. She had run into him.
Draco Malfoy.
Slytherin Prince to the bone and devilishly handsome. Also, Rowan's Ex. The shock of the collision passing quickly, Rowan regained her composer. She brushed dust off of her sweater's sleeve, and gave Draco a big smile. He didn't smile back.
"Draco, you scared me. You weren't at dinner last night. Where were you?"
Draco and Rowan had a complicated history. They were never officially dating. It was during Rowan's fifth year, and Draco's fourth. They started secretly seeing each other. Not letting anyone know was cake for Draco, but it was a constant struggle for Rowan. She wanted to tell her friends all the time. Draco always convinced her otherwise, saying that it would ruin everything. She thought it just excited him to have a secret relationship.
Then, a week before the end of second term, Draco found out the worst. Rowan was a muggle-born. He felt disgusted with himself for falling for filth, and quickly broke up with her. Since then, they have avoided each other. For nearly two years.
"That's none of your business, Mudblood." Draco said with malice dripping from his words. Rowan tried not to show her hurt, but she flinched and this made Draco smile. He walked away, leaving Rowan all alone in the common room. She took a moment to compose herself and then left to go to the Great Hall.
