One day. One single, fucking day. Less than a whole 24 hours. That's how long it took Malfoy to move on.

The day they had broken up, he spent moping around and looking very sorry for himself. His usual air of arrogance lost beneath his sorrow. It made Daria's heart ache to see him like that.

Then the next day, Pansy fucking Parkinson was back on his arm, looking smug as usual, and he was back to strutting around looking superior to everyone else around him. That day he didn't even give Daria a second glance. They worked in silence in potions and acted as if nothing had ever happened. It killed her a little inside, and she thought about shooting a few more hexes his way.

The day before:

Daria burst into the girls' dormitory, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw Hermione was the only inhabitant. She felt the hot tears start spilling down her face, as Hermione looked up from her book at the disturbance.

"Daria?" Hermione closed her book and neared the hysterical girl. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Daria wordless jumped into Hermione's arms and started sobbing against her bushy hair.

"Where were you last night? What happened?" Hermione questioned while trying to comfort her crying friend. Her thoughts shot to Malfoy, and she wondered what that prick had done to her.

"Draco told me he loves me," the redhead coughed out between muffled sobs.

Hermione pulled away to look into Daria's bloodshot eyes and quirked an eyebrow. Surely she had misunderstood; Malfoy admitting love? That didn't sound right at all. And if it were true, then why was this a cause for despair. Didn't Daria like him?

"Oh no, that's terrible," Hermione scoffed.

Daria chuckled a little in spite of herself but quickly started bawling again.

"Sweetie, why are you crying?" Hermione asked, stroking her friend's hair gently. She had never seen Daria like this before.

"We broke up," she wailed, hugging Hermione tighter.

Hermione was again baffled. This hardly seemed like the normal course of events in a relationship. Hermione was no expert, but she didn't think people usually broke up over love.

"Daria, I don't understand," Hermione sighed, still trying to comfort the girl. "Did something happen?"

Daria shook her head, "Not yet, but it will."

Daria told Hermione about her vision in divinations, intentionally leaving out the part about the prophecy.

"Well, for what it's worth, I think you did the right thing," Hermione comforted with a reassuring smile.

"Are you just saying that because it's Malfoy? Cause he seemed to think I was a pretty big idiot," Daria sniffed, wiping away a few leftover tears on her cheeks.

Hermione snorted, "I'm not just saying that. I may think that divination is a bunch of codswallop, but with something serious, even I wouldn't take the chance."

Daria gave her a weak smile.

"Now go take a shower so we can go to breakfast," Hermione continued. "You have sex hair."

Daria felt another tinge of pain at those words; she wasn't sure if she was ready to wash away last night yet. After a moment she nodded and grabbed a clean set of robes, before traipsing to the bathroom.

After her shower, Daria dried off and put her hair into a side braid, not feeling like fighting with her curls today. She grabbed her shirt and started buttoning it when she noticed the necklace Draco had given her, the emerald heart, was still around her neck. She felt a squeeze at her heart as she went to take it off, but couldn't bring herself to undo the clasp. Instead, she sighed and tucked the necklace into her shirt so it wouldn't be seen. She could take it off later, but for now, she still wanted a piece of him to hold onto.

Daria took one last ragged breath to compose herself and willed herself to be strong today before she headed down to the common room to meet her friends.

Draco lay on his bed, glaring up at the ceiling. Today had definitely been the worst day of his life, by far. Everywhere he looked he saw her, talking with her stupid bloody trio or joking with stupid, bloody Zabini. Potions class had been a hell on earth. The entire time his hand ached to reach out and touch her, but he knew that if he did she would surely push him away.

He felt so weak, getting this bent out of shape over a girl. He was Draco Fucking Malfoy for Salazar's sake! He was the school heartbreaker. Never had he been rejected like this.

Blaise walked into their dorm and took in the sight of Draco glowering at the ceiling again.

"What's the matter with you?" Blaise raised an eyebrow. "You've been in a mood all bloody day."

"Nothing is the matter," Draco spat, "I'm just fan-fucking-tastic."

"Do you want to talk about it, mate?" Blaise asked, approaching his friend to try to offer comfort.

Draco scoffed, "Does it look like I want to talk about it? I don't want to talk about my feelings while we braid each other's hair. Honestly man! What are you thinking?"

"Well excuse me," Blaise rolled his eyes, "Just trying to help."

"You want to help? Get me some shit to break or something," Draco grumbled, "Or better yet, just sod off. The ceiling and I would like some alone time."

Blaise sighed loudly at his stubborn friend but exited the dorm.

After the door was closed, Draco grabbed at his bedside table and picking up the first thing his fingers touched, which turned out to be his potions book. He sat himself up before hurling the book angrily across the room. It hit the opposing wall with a loud thud.

The outburst gave Draco little relief and he quickly felt his eyes begin to burn from an all too familiar prickly sensation. He closed his eyes and let out a ragged sigh, mentally slapping himself. He had promised himself that he wasn't going to cry after he had left the Room of Requirements. He was acting pathetic. She was just half-bloodod after all.

He brought his hand up to his face and started massaging the bridge of his nose. He vaguely heard the dorm room door open again but didn't look up. "Zabini, I told you to get out."

He heard the door close and a few seconds later his mattress shifted under the weight of a second body. He instantly looked up angrily at the intruder, and was a little surprised to see Parkinson sitting at the foot of his bed.

"What do you want?" he growled, sizing her up with his eyes to see if he could figure out the reason for her invasion.

"I heard you were having a bad day," she smiled, "I thought maybe you could use a friend."

"I have friends," he grumbled, "And you are certainly not one of them."

Pansy's smile didn't falter. "What's wrong, Draco? Did you and your filthy mudblood girlfriend break up or something?"

"Halfblood," Draco corrected, not bothering to put the effort needed into a sneer.

"Is there really a difference?" Pansy scoffed, flipping her hair.

Draco didn't respond, but instead continued to glare at her.

"I'm not your enemy, Draco," she started, this time more serious, "You and I, we're on the same side. We have to stick together. You are destined to do great things and you need a great woman by your side. Not some dirty daughter of a blood traitor."

More glowering. She really wasn't helping, if that was even what she was trying to do.

"And if she was stupid enough to let you go," she continued, with a smug smile, "Then she really doesn't deserve you. You know, I can take it away, Draco. If you let me."

Draco relaxed his stare slightly and cocked an eyebrow, "Take what away?"

Pansy slid closer to him, so the side of her hip was resting against one of his crossed knees, and looked into his eyes meaningfully before she continued.

"The pain. I can make you forget all about her and her filthy blood. I can take it all away and make you happy," she leaned herself closer to him as he watched her curiously, "All you have to do is let me."

Then she closed the space between them with her lips. He just sat there, stiff as a board, while she kissed him longingly. Once she realized that he wasn't responding she pulling away and looked back into her eyes, while she undid his tie, "I can make you forget about that ungrateful halfblood."

This time it was him that closed the distance, as he pressed his lips against hers. He wanted to forget. He wanted the unreturned love he felt for her to disappear. He didn't particularly want Pansy, but he wanted to be happy and her promises seemed oh so sweet.

Pansy smirked against his lips before she started unbuttoning his shirt.

A/N: So yeah. This chapter was pretty sad. Sorry, Daria didn't go running back to Draco so they could skip through a field of rainbows and butterflies... that's what I was hoping for too. But alas, that is not how the story goes. Please leave me some reviews and the next part will be up shortly... And remember, the more reviews I get the faster I type ;)