He had told her he loved her and she, like the stupid, foolish girl she was, had believed him. She shouldn't have, because he was Scorpius Malfoy, Slytherin, the boy who had all the girls falling at his feet and she was Roxanne Weasley, the strange, not quite attractive girl who had transferred to the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts after three years at Hogwarts. They had nothing in common and he probably never would have noticed her, had he not been invited to spend the last two weeks of summer holidays with the Weasley-Potters by Al. For Roxanne, the days had passed in a whirlwind of secret romance, stealing kisses when no one was looking and sneaking out at night to see each other.
Now she was back at the Academy, staring at a letter from her little cousin Lucy, detailing how none other than Scorpius Malfoy had pulled her into an abandoned classroom, snogged her senseless, and confessed his love for her.
Rage burned through her at the thought of his betrayal, but underneath it, she knew she should have seen it coming. Grabbing a pen and paper, she penned a letter to Scorpius.
Malfoy,
You liar. You can mess with me, play with my feelings, and cast me aside for the next girl willing to be your plaything without so much as a backwards glance, but leave Lucy alone. She's too good for you.
Roxanne
Tying the letter to her owl's leg, she watched it fly away, along with any feelings Scorpius Malfoy had once evoked in her.
Liar.
For:
The Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-A-Thon Competition (November) – Prompt: Smile
The If You Dare Challenge - Prompt #448. Betrayal
