I was in my compartment, alone, reading Flint's letter over and over and over again. Sighing ever few minutes, I'd look up at Dane.

"Why'd you give this to me?" I'd ask. "Why couldn't you have dropped it? Why couldn't I had just never read this letter! Then I would spend the rest of my life saying…what if? Instead of…why?" To me, in this situation, what if sounded much better than why.

"Well, guess I found your weak spot." I heard from the compartment door. It was Malfoy. I looked outside the window biting my lip like I always did when I was sad. My hair was a dark shade of blue, whenever I was sad. I didn't even feel like changing it. Malfoy sighed and sat next to me in the compartment.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy. For once, be a gentleman and stop trying to make me feel worse than I already do."

"There's something you're not telling me about you and him, isn't there? Come on, I know I'm not like, you know, your best friend or whatever but you can tell me."

I glared at him. "Flint was my best friend. You don't even come close to even a friend."

"Ouch," he said sarcastically. "Tell me. It can't be that bad."

I sighed. "Really?" I asked dumbly. He didn't know anything. It COULD be that bad. Slowly, I gave up and started to talk about it. "About a year ago…Marcus sort of proposed to me."

"He proposed!?!" He exclaimed.

"Do you want me the tell you the story or not?" He nodded slowly with his eyes raised and I continued. "Yes, he proposed. But not directly, not with an engagement ring at least. He gave me a promise ring, saying we'd marry when I graduated. I told him that…" I coughed slightly. "That I would never marry and I would never love. And that I hadn't loved him once, after he just pretty much confessed his entire love to me. I shot him down, and told him that love was a weakness. And so was marriage. He got angry, obviously. After all, we'd been going out for about a year and a half or so." I sighed and finished summing it up. "I still feel that way. Perhaps it was a good thing…what he wrote. I. I'm glad he's moved on."

Malfoy's eyes widened when he took all this in. "You know, Lestrange. I think we share the same brain." I chuckled a little. "I'm serious! It's scary! I think we pretty much the same views. You know, love…marriage…they're all distractions, weaknesses…"

"A diversion. A dissadvantage." I continued.

"Exactly." He looked at me through the corner of his eye. "You love him, don't you?" He laughed.

I groaned. "Ugh, that's the problem. I dunno. I don't want to but…I guess reading that letter and realizing the only person that ever loved me…didn't. Just, threw me off course a little."

"Never saw Flint as a whiner."

"Believe me, he is. Whined my foot off that night." I began to mimick him. "Marry me! Sleep with me! Love me! Blah, blah, blah!"

"Sleep with you?" He laughed.

"Yeah. He begged me. Actually, it was really pathetic." I frowned slightly, remembering the night.

Me and Malfoy were actually getting along. Weird. I never thought it possible but we were. I guess it was because now we starting to realize how alike we really were. For the first time in a long time.

"So…if you saw him any time soon. How far would you go?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Depends on what he said. If he apologized, I'd proabably take him back. He'd just have to realize that no matter how much I loved him, I'd never marry him. If he didn't…I guess I'd settle for best friends." I smirked.

He nodded. "Makes sense."

I turned towards him. "Shouldn't you be sitting with Pansy?"

He smirked. "You know, now that you mention it…" He got up and closed the door blinds, peeking out through them. "Maybe she won't come in here, ya think?" He asked.

I sniggered. "You know…we're more alike than I thought we were." Malfoy smirked.

When the train came to a halt and we all exited, Malfoy and I had to find our own way home. After all, it's not like our Death Eater parents could show up at a train station. Not with so many people looking for them. We went to the nearest fireplace, said our goodbye's and went home.

When I got home, my parents were sitting around the fireplace and looked absolutely overjoyed when I appeared there.

"Terra, honey." Father smiled. "How was your first term?" He asked.

I groaned. "Horrible. Malfoy wouldn't let me play quidditch!"

Father smirked. "That's too bad. But I wasn't talking about that."

I widened my eyes. "Oh! That! It's going alright. The potion didn't work," I informed him with a frown. "So Malfoy and I are working on a Vaninishing cabinet that's connected to Borgin and Burke's."

"You're working with Draco?" Bellatrix asked.

I nodded. "I know. Unbelievable, isn't it? So far…well, it's not going too well. But it'll work soon. I just need to spend this Christmas studying about reviving spells and charms in hopes of getting one that will work."

On top of all the studying I was doing in my room, the Malfoys were at our house. Their parents talked to my parents and came to the conclusion that Christmas dinner would be held here and they figured they'd stay for a week or two. Obviously, I wasn't happy about this. I wanted to spend this time to work in my room but the Malfoys didn't bother me that much in which I was grateful.

During the time I wasn't studying, I sat thinking of Flint. It was over, that was for sure. Our friendship, our forbidden relationship, everything…over. More than likely, I would never see him again. But that was for the best right? I'd get over him eventually. Yeah, I would.

About a week before Christmas, I sat on the ground by the edge of the bed flicking a picture of Flint with the tip of my index finger. It was a picture of his very last goal shot at his very last Quidditch and was in the Hogwarts school newspaper. I had cut it out last year and kept it. Suddenly, the door opened. I didn't look back for I knew who it was.

"Malfoy, go away." I murmered as I blew a piece of hair out of my face. It just came back down anyway.

"Now what kind of greeting is that?" Malfoy chuckled.

"I mean it! Get! Out!" I yelled.

"Still thinkin' of him, aren't you? Why don't you just forget about him? He ain't ever comin' back."

"Just bugger off and leave me alone."

I felt a hand put my hair behind my ears and turned my fist around to punch him straight in the face but someone caught my wrist. It wasn't Malfoy. It was Flint! Him! Marcus Flint! I felt my jaw drop as I looked up at him. The man who had only just recently given me a hate letter.

I opened my mouth to scream. "You! You lousy buck-toothed Rabbit!" I said smacking him with my other free arm. He let go of my wrist and I attempted to storm out of the room but Malfoy caught me.

"See, that's why I'm here," He said smirking as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Let go of me!" I struggled in his arms.

"I won't until you promise you won't leave." He warned.

I groaned. "Fine! Now let me go!" He finally relaxed his grip and I stood there with clenched fists as I glared at Flint.

"I said it once, and I'll say it again." Flint smirked. "You have a sexy glare."

"Don't even talk to me!" I yelled and started to leave again but Malfoy was standing guard in front of the door. Flint walked up to me and put his finger on my cheek. I slapped his hand away and went to sit on the bed throwing all my books that I had lying around at him.

"Hey! Save your books for someone else!" He groaned. "Come on, Terra. It was all a setup. I don't even know an Alice Voll. She's someone I made up for you to get jealous. Obviously, it's working," he smirked.

"I am NOT jealous! And I don't love you anymore either."

"Malfoy told me you still did, dipsh*t. Do you really think that I would come here if I knew you didn't?"

I groaned. "I guess not. Well you're too late! You gave me that hate letter and I don't love you anymore! That was a while ago when I told Malfoy that! You're too late!"

"It was supposed to trick you. To make you think I didn't love you and then I showed up here. It didn't work, sorry."

"No, it worked. Just not the way you expected. Do you have any idea what it's like to have no friends in the world? Not one?" I gasped.

His eyes lowered. "No, but-"

"Exactly." I looked up at Malfoy. "Malfoy, you're services aren't needed anymore. You can leave." He looked from me to Flint, who nodded, and left. I looked over at Flint. "When I read that note…you were my only friend. I didn't have one, Flint, not one! You were and always have been…my best friend. 'Hate' is a strong word, Flint. Don't use it unless you mean it."

"I know and I'm sorry, alright? Jeesh. I thought you were at least friends with Malfoy or something. I actually thought you two were going out." He confessed.

I threw him a disgusted face. "Ew! You know me better than that!" We both laughed at bit. We laughed! I was actually starting to get happy. He didn't hate me after all. It was just a setup. A stupid setup. Without thinking, I hugged him and he hugged me back tight.

Everything was going perfect. I hadn't lost my only friend after all! And I was most happy about it. We got back together again and were inseperable as ever. Marcus's parents let him stay here for the time I had off from school and he helped me with bits and pieces of my mission. Yes, we kissed and I was happier than ever. He didn't hate me…I did have one friend at least.

However, my life has never been the way I wanted it too. With every happy moment, comes a horrible truth. And that horrible truth came on Christmas day. The day that I now dread ever happened but it did. And it tore me and Flint apart once more.

It was the afternoon and everyone was awake. I had gotten almost everyone a present, except for the Malfoy family. Well, I got Narcissa another book on cooking but other than that, noone except Flint and my parents. We were all sitting around the tree and Flint gave his present from him to me.

When I looked at it, I felt my heart drop once more. It was a small box covered in green wrapping paper, my favorite color. But…I knew what was coming. And I knew what was in it. Well, maybe I was wrong. I'd open it anyways.

When I opened it up, I saw what I feared. The same small jewelery box…with the same promise ring that he had given me exactly a year ago. I bit my lip and looked at Flint. Not with happy eyes, instead furious. That's because I WAS furious. How could he possibly think that I would marry him? I hadn't changed, if that's what he thought. I closed the box, threw it on the ground, and left without another word. I slammed my door shut and decided to get my mind off of it with some studying. I had been lacking on homework this term because of the mission so I decided to read about how to transform a shoe into a coat.

Flint kept knocking on my door but I didn't let him. I always told him to go away! He sighed, always obliging. But, Malfoy came over countless times.

"Was that the ring you were talking about?" He asked.

"Why else would I storm out?" I looked over at Dane who hooted softly and smiled a bit. He always looked so peaceful. If only life were that simple.

"Flint said he really needs to talk to you."

"Did he also mention how much of a bloody buck-toothed git he is?" I snapped.

Malfoy sniggered. "No, but I did." I laughed and looked over at him.

I sighed. "Go get him." Malfoy nodded and left for Flint. I knew that I was going to regret this but I had to face him sometime. He had to hear this sometime. I was going to regret what I was going to say to him. But…if he can't see me without proposing…I hate to say…but I don't think that I should ever see him again. I never knew how emotional he could get. We were so different and therefore, would never work out. Not even as boyfriend and girlfriend. I wouldn't be able to break up with him at school…send him a letter. That wouldn't work. He would think I was a pansy. I would have to tell him straight to his face…I never want to see him again.

The one thing that I hated…to lose my best friend. But I'd find another one. Who knows? Maybe I'll have to resort to Parkinson.

"Hey, Terra." A low voice came from my bed. I put my transfiguration book down and glared towards him. "Look, let me ex-"

"No! You listen to ME, alright?! You know well enough that I don't want to marry you, or anyone else!"

"I thought maybe since you said you loved-" He started but I cut him off.

"I'm not finished yet! True, I said I loved you! But, not in the marry kind of way! You know damn right well what I think about marriage and love."

"Well, you're crazy Terra! You and your stupid beliefs! Their crazy! You can't love anyone because what? The Dark Lord said so?! What? Are you his slave or something?!"

Growing furious, my temper rose. "Maybe I am! But it's my choice! My beliefs are the only thing keeping alive at that stupid school!!! I don't love because it's a weakness. I would have thought, if you ever WERE a Slytherin, you'd agree with me! Malfoy does!"

"Oh, sorry! Malfoy agrees! Last time I checked, my name's Marcus Flint!"

"That's the problem! Flint, face it, it's over. We'll never be again and I never want to see you again. EVER!"

Flint smirked and walked close to me. He wrapped his arms around me and I struggled out of them. "You love me, Terra, I know you do! You WILL marry me. I guarentee it! I'm the best thing that ever happened to you and one day, you'll come crawling back to me after whatever crap Voldemort put you through. You always do. " He snarled.

I opened my mouth in protest. "How dare you say that! I will never come crawling back to you. You've made an enemy of me, Flint. I swear to Lord Voldemort, you're going to bloody pay for that you stupid buck-toothed-" But he cut me off. He punched me straight in the face and left. That was last I ever saw of him. He punched me, and left. I kneeled on the ground with my hand on my face. I could taste the blood from my nose and my eye swelled horribly. It was almost as if there were a heart beat in my eye! I whimpered as I saw the blood on my hand and closed my eyes.

It had gone so fast, but better than I thought it would go. Flint was gone, and that was all I asked for. True, I should have expected a punch to the face. Malfoy must have been standing outside the door for Flint because it wasn't too long until he came in the room. He came in and gasped. I struggled myself to stand up and held my head down, still preventing the blood from dripping onto my floor.

"Son of a b*tch." I mumbled referring to Flint.

"Lestrange? What the bloody hell happened to you?" Mlafoy exclaimed.

"Flint…punched me straight in the face."

"Can I ask why?" he asked stupidly.

"Uhh…I told him he made an enemy of me and that one day he'll pay for everything he's done and said." Malfoy grinned at this news and I heard him chuckle.

"You're a piece of work, Lestrange. You know that?" He smirked, sitting on the bed.

"Don't I." I smirked.