Daria walked into Potions class and glanced around the room. Blaise and Draco were already there, so she took a deep breath and sauntered toward her seat. She sat down and intentionally turned as much toward Blaise as possible.

"So I've been wondering," she began, catching his attention. "I hardly ever see you with Luna anymore, how are you guys doing?"

Daria had decided that her new hobby was going to be interfering with other peoples' love lives since her own wasn't that great.

"We're doing okay. We usually only get to see each other after classes, but that's enough," he shrugged.

"So is she actually your girlfriend now or are you two still just casual?" Daria pried, placing her head in her palms to show she was interested.

He shrugged again, "We're not official, but we aren't really seeing any other people. I don't really want to take any big steps though since it probably won't work out. I mean she's great, but we're very different people."

"So?" Daria argued, "Why does that matter? You know opposites often attract. I think it's best when two people aren't exactly alike."

Blaise frowned, "Well lets just say, that I doubt my mother would approve. Certain things are expected of me." He tensed slightly, "But potions class probably isn't the best place to discuss this stuff, and you probably wouldn't understand anyway. You don't know what the pureblood world is like."

Daria glared at him before glancing back at Draco, who was pretending to read his beat up looking potions book, but his eyes weren't moving around the page.

"Really?" she hissed back to Blaise, "You're going to be like that and pick sides? You and I were friends long before me and Malfoy got together. You don't get to do that."

He looked at her seriously, "I'm not picking sides, but I also know my place and if the gap between worlds is go great that you two decided to break up then why should we delude ourselves? Why should I continue to pursue Luna or be friends with you when I know after Hogwarts there is no chance for us."

Daria rolled her eyes and spat out her next words, "You Slytherins are all the same. Bloody cowards. Sitting around complaining about how unfair your lives are, but yet too afraid to do anything to improve them."

"That's enough," a husky voice breathed behind her and she turned to find Draco glaring at her. She shot daggers back at him.

"What did you say to him?" she snapped.

"As usual, I didn't tell him anything," he growled back, "He's just smart enough to draw his own conclusions and for once he actually arrived at the right one."

Daria scoffed, "For once? If I recall correctly, all of his conclusions have been accurate except for this one. Merlin! Are you losing your memory or is some of Parkinson's stupidity rubbing off on you? You know, you are who you sleep with."

"You know, I've never actually heard that expression before, but I guess that means I have filthy blood too," he quipped, earning him a hard slap across his cheek that echoed through the room.

Daria grabbed her bag and stormed out of the class, ignoring the gasps and stares from her classmates. Luckily, Snape hadn't arrived yet to reprimand her.

Daria tromped down the halls, going nowhere in particular, but ending up next to the lake. She dropped down to her knees and threw her bag aside. She felt a hot tear making its way down her face and angrily wiped it away. She wouldn't let herself cry over that worthless prat.

She wanted to destroy something and felt around for a rock to throw, but her hair got tangled up on her wet face from the wind. She quickly fought it off, smoothed it down her neck, when she felt her fingers glide across something.

The necklace.

She grabbed the chain, pulling it off her neck, and glared at the green heart in her palm. She gritted her teeth and pulled back her arm to launch it into the lake, but her fingers stuck to it like it was glue. She muttered a few profanities under her breath, before she gentled fastened it back around her neck.

Merlin, she was weak. She couldn't even toss a stupid necklace that an asshole had given her.

That's wrong.

An asshole hadn't given it to her, a man who loved her did. She wasn't sure where he was anymore and she was pretty sure she had killed him, but she didn't want to forget him, especially since this was all she had left of him.

"Daria?"

Daria's head shot up when she heard a masculine voice behind her, and saw a familiar red head standing there. She quickly tried to wipe away the tears that she had failed to stop from falling.

"Hey Ron," she gave him a half smile, but it probably looked very fake beneath the tears that were still dripping from her eyes. "What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he replied, sitting down next to her. "Professor Sprout got some weird plant virus and had to go to the hospital wing, so my class was let out early."

"I had a hard time in potions," she sighed in response to his question.

"Do you want to talk about," he asked, placing an arm around her shoulders.

Daria shook her head and felt another tear escape.

He nodded, "Okay then."

Daria sighed and heard the next few sentences just fly out of her mouth. "Blaise doesn't want to be my friend anymore. We have all our classes together and we've been friends all year, but now he wants to disown me because of my blood. All because of stupid..."

She immediately closed her mouth; she was about to say too much.

"Because of Malfoy?" he finished, looking at her meaningfully.

Daria's eyes widened to the size of saucers. She opened her mouth to reply, but only managed to raise an eyebrow at him.

"I got to thinking about what Luna said, and I started to wonder if maybe she was right," he started, "And then when we went to the feast after the train ride, I noticed he was watching you again and put two and two together. I was afraid that little bugger would do something to hurt you, but I didn't want to say anything to you incase you were happy. Plus I figured that Hermione had already told you how stupid you were."

Daria snorted, "Oh yes, she was very thorough about telling me what a idiot I was."

"Maybe I should have said something though, or at least hexed him. Perhaps then you wouldn't be crying right now," he sighed as he glared out at the water.

Daria gave him a smile, "It wouldn't have helped. Either way, I would have ended up heartbroken."

"What did he do? Did he hurt you? Cause I'll kick his bloody ferret ass," Ron growled.

Daria shook her head, "No, he didn't do anything to hurt me. I'm the one that hurt him; I broke up with him. That's why he's being mean to me and that's probably why Blaise hates me."

"Well Malfoys aren't made out of glass," Ron chuckled, "They are made out of pure evil; that can't be broken, even by you. If he's being mean to you, then that's just because he's naturally a prick."

Daria smiled halfheartedly and rested her head against Ron's shoulder, letting a few more tears fall. She felt her voice quivering as she spoke, "He said I made his blood dirty."

Ron scoffed, "If anyone was polluted from this, then it was you. You're the good one, the pure one. If anything, he should hope that some of your goodness rubbed of on him."

He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her into a tight hug, "Come on, I'll take you to the kitchen and find you some chocolate."