AN: So this was written for round two of the Quidditch League. This was also written between one and two o'clock in the morning and started out as Scorpius/Rose but somehow turned into Lysander/Lily while Rose still makes an appearance. So leave a review and tell me what you think.

Team: Harpies

Position: Chaser 3

Song Lyrics: "drink the poison lightly cause there are deeper and darker things than you. I know, 'cause I've been there too." - I'm not the one, 3oh!3

Prompts: "I can honestly say that I do not care," less than perfect and who we were. *

Word count: 1,534

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. No copyright infringement is intended.

Wasn't Meant to Be

The blond sat at the bar, drowning his sorrows in firewhiskey. He normally wasn't one to drink something that strong, but right now, he desperately needed it. He'd do anything to get that image out of his mind.

He sighed as he took another long swig of the drink in front of him.

How could she do that to me? How could she do that to us? he thought, sadly.

He knew she had a reputation. (But he didn't want to believe it.) He knew she was trouble. (But he thought he could handle her.) He knew he should stay away, but he just couldn't help himself. She was just too damn irrespirable. The way her long hair blew in the wind, the way her smile lit up her eyes, the way she wore her clothes a bit too tight and her skirts a bit too short.

There was just something about her that he couldn't pull himself away from. She gave him a better buzz than any alcohol ever could. She was one of the greatest things to ever happen to him, but every good thing has to come to an end sometime.

How could I have been so stupid?

I guess, it just wasn't meant to be.

He cursed himself for not believing everything he heard; for not listening to his gut. Now he was in the Hogs Head, in the middle of the day, without a girlfriend.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a familiar voice said, interrupting his conversation.

He glanced away from his friend and turned his head towards the sound of the voice. Standing in front of the Ravenclaw table was none other than Rose Weasley.

He raised an eyebrow. "What wouldn't you do if you were me?"

Rose crossed her arms over her chest. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. Or do you not remember talking about asking Lily out?"

He glanced behind her, at the Slytherin table and saw the familiar redhead, laughing with her friends before turning his attention to his friend. "I'll see you later."

He stood up, grabbed his bag and walked out of the Great Hall, Rose behind him.

He finally stopped walking and turned around when he reached the corner of the Entrance Courtyard. He loosely crossed his arms over his chest. "So what if I was?"

"Lily is bad news, Ly," Rose told him, firmly. "She's nothing but trouble."

He held back a scoff. "Are you really sure about that? Or is this just some ploy to get me not to ask Lily out because of your old crush on me?"

Rose's eyes widen and her mouth dropped open but she didn't say anything.

Lysander grinned. "You didn't think I knew about that crush, did you? But I did."

"That's not the point!" Rose cried. "Besides, like you said, it was an old crush. I'm over it."

"Are you sure about that, Rose? Because the way you're acting says otherwise. You hate Lily and you hate that fact that I may actually like her. I think you're just jealous because you can't have who you want," he said, simply. "Lily may be the Slytherin, but I think you may be more cunning and sly than she is."

Rose shook her head. "I can't believe you honestly think I'm doing this out of spite!"

"What else could it be?" he retorted.

"Maybe it's the fact that you're one of my best friends and I don't want to see you get used and thrown away," Rose shouted. "Because that's what Lily does, she uses guys and then throws them away when she's ready to move on."

"I call bullshit on that, Rose," Lysander replied. "I'm not one to believe any of the rumors floating around Hogwarts and unlike you; I can see the good in people. It's one of the things I've learned from my mother… Now if you excuse me, I have a cousin of yours to ask to Hogsmeade."

He pushed past Rose as he walked away and didn't look back.

"Ly, is that you?" a voice asked, pulling him from his thoughts. "I thought I may find you here."

He clenched and unclenched his fist and mentally groaned when he recognized the voice. What the hell was she doing here?

Because this is a public bar in Hogsmeade and she is seventeen, so technically she's old enough to be in here.

"I know I'm not the person you want to see right now," she went on. "But we need to talk…about what you think you saw."

Lysander downed the rest of his glass of firewhiskey and asked for a refill. He glanced over at the girl sitting next to him. The girl he thought he knew, but didn't really know at all. The girl he thought he loved and the one who shattered his heart.

He raised his glass to his lips. "I'll make this easy for you. Don't bother trying to explain anything to me, Lily, because I don't give a shit."

"Please hear me out," Lily pleaded. "It wasn't what you—"

"I can honestly say that I do not care," Lysander said, cutting her off. "I know what I saw. I know you're less than perfect and everyone has their faults, but I can't believe you would do that to me."

"It was nothing, I swear," Lily tried again. "Please give a chance to make it up to you."

Lysander scoffed. "So are you trying to tell me that you weren't snogging Michael Zabini in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, of all places? You went there for a date with him, didn't you?" He took another swig of firewhiskey. "And you can try as much as you'd like, but we will never get back to who we were."

Lily opened her mouth to continue, but Lysander waved a hand to stop her. "I said don't bother. I came all this way to surprise you on your Hogsmeade visit, only to be crushed by finding my girlfriend in someone's arms."

"But he kissed me!" she cried.

"Usually if someone gets kissed by someone they don't want to be kissed by, they push them off. Not to mention, friends normally don't go to Madam Puddifoots'," Lysander stated. "You looked pretty content with kissing him back with just as much—"He stopped and took a deep breath. He couldn't force himself to finish the sentence.

After a moment of silence, he went on. "You know, I honestly thought you were different than your reputation. I never believed it for a second, just like I never believed Rose when she said I was making a big mistake. But now, I know that everything I've heard about you is the truth and I was a complete bloody idiot for thinking otherwise."

"You're not an idiot, Ly."

"Don't call me that," Lysander told her. He dropped enough money on the counter to pay for his drinks and stood up. He glanced down at her. "And by the way, how many guys have you used that on?"

"What are you talking about?" she asked him, standing up and turning to face him.

"How many guys have you tried to sweet talk into believing that you didn't cheat on them?" he asked, his voice rising. "How many nice guys have you fucked over to get what you want?"

He started for the door without even waiting for an answer. He pushed through the door and into the cold winter air. He wrapped his scarf around his neck as he started walking away from the small village. After a while, he heard footsteps behind him and knew that Lily had followed him.

"Just leave me alone, Lily." He stopped and turned around to face her. "It's over between us, so stop trying. Run along back to Michael and snog him in the middle of the Entrance Hall."

Lily stared at him, but didn't say anything.

"If you can't stay committed to a relationship, why can't you just stay single?" Lysander told her before turning on his heel and apparating away.

He appeared outside the flat he shared with his brother. He walked to the front door, unlocked it and walked inside. He pulled off his scarf and jacket and just dropped them on the floor, not bothering to hang them up.

"Alright there, Ly," Lorcan asked from his seat on the couch.

Lysander shook his head before walking to the kitchen and pulling out his stash of firewhiskey.

"That stuff is going to kill you one of these days," Lorcan joked.

Lysander took a swig of the firewhiskey straight from the bottle without glancing at his brother. He knew he was only trying to joke to cheer him up, but he didn't care. He wasn't in the mood for jokes right now. No amount of jokes could make him crack a smile at the moment.

But he sort of wished that the alcohol would kill him, because it would be better than feeling like shit. Anything would be better than having your life screwed over by the girl he thought loved him and who he loved more than anything.