I look over to Harry and Ron, who are by the fire playing chess. Do they never tire of playing the game? Ron appears to be beating Harry, as usual. They've still not done their homework, even though I've kept reminding them that they don't want to get behind on their second day back.
I've done all my homework, naturally, and I did all my extra reading on each subject over the holidays, so now I sit, reading on a chair close to Harry and Ron. All my classes went well today, how could they not? When I looked at my timetable at breakfast this morning, I found that the Gryffindors have Transfiguration, Herbology and History of Magic with the Hufflepuffs. Which is perfect. It means I can sit with Tim. My boyfriend. Yes, my boyfriend. Must have been a shock to you when you saw me kiss him, yesterday, at the feast. After I'd been made head girl. I love him. It hurt you, I think, when you saw me kiss him. Can't face the fact I'm over you? Because I am. I am. But you hurt me worse, all those months ago. You chose being a deatheater over me, how could you? At least you're happy now, doing what you've always wanted to.
On Friday we have Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Slytherins. With you. And it will be hard. I know I saw you after our split… but on Friday it will be the first time you see me since last term. Since I started dating Tim. Since I returned my necklace. The symbol of our love. Every time I've seen you since we split up, my hand goes top my neck, to hold the necklace. But I don't have it anymore. I gave it back to you. On the last day of term. The day Tim asked me to be his girlfriend. The day I said yes. I gave it back to you. I couldn't very well wear the symbol of my love for one man while dating another, could I?
I remember when you gave it to me. A silver heart on a silver chain. It seems so long ago. It was when we were walking in the grounds, late one night, for we wanted no one to catch us, together. No one ever knew of our affair. No one ever will. We had come across an enchanted garden, and you gave the necklace to me then, under the moon lit sky. You told me you loved me.
Liar. You left me instantly the day you were told to start preparing to become a deatheater, about 3 months before the end of the year. You threw all we had away in a moment. You never cared for me, did you? I was just another girl to you. That was all. Nothing special. The moment we slit up we started arguing. Our arguments full of hate and malice. Funny, how you can go from loving someone to hating them. You brought up the name 'mudblood' again. Something you hadn't called me for many months.
You are now one of Voldemorts favorite deatheaters no doubt, like your father. I'm surprised Professor Dumbledore still allows you to attend Hogwarts. It's no secret your family come from a long line of Deatheaters.
Do you know how badly you hurt me? You lying, cheating b-
"Hey, Herm, we're going to bed now, ok? See you in the morning," Harry's voice rings out from in front of me.
"Wha-yeah, night," I reply, startled.
"NIGHT HERM," Ron bellows from the other side of the common room.
"Night," I call out as the two disappear up the stairs to the boys dormitories.
So, on Friday, I shall see you. Different to how you were last year. For now you have a black mark on your arm. I hate it. And I hate you. Anyway, what do I care? I've got Tim. I love him. I love him. Of course I love him.
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A/N: thanks to sushie-chan and ~s~ who reviewed the story.