Becca looked over at Kristie that night at dinner. She seemed different, like something was on her mind. She sighed. "Becca, hello?" Becca's roommate Trish said.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, you were saying?"
Trish smirked. "Finally. I was asking you fi you really are going out with Harry." Becca smiled.
"Yes, yes I am." She looked down the table where Harry normally sat, but he wasn't there. She sighed. Suddenly someone placed their hands over her eyes.
"Guess who?" a voice said. Becca smiled.
"I wonder, could it be…Harry?"
"How'd you guess?" Laughing, Harry sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Trish glared. Becca was completely and totally ignoring her and she didn't like being ignored. All Becca kept doing was talking to Harry, and laughing with Harry. Grumbling, she stood up and began walking out of The Great Hall.
"Did you hear about Potter and Leza?" wall all Trish kept hearing on the way out. Frustrated, she turned to a group of people discussing Harry and Becca.
"Too bad she's only going out with him 'cause he's famous." She turned and walked away, leaving people shocked.
By the next two months the whole school knew that Becca and Harry were an item, and they thought that Becca was only going out with Harry because he was famous. Everyone but Jaci, Kristie, Draco, Snape, and the rest of the family, that is.
"Hey Hermione, I was wondering if you could explain the homework Professor Flitwick gave us," Becca said, walking timidly over to Hermione. She was always shy and nervous around her and Ron. She wanted them to like her, and at first they had. Until they heard the rumors, at least Hermione believed them. Ron didn't' .
"Humph, why would I do that?" Hermione asked coldly. She stood and walked out of the common room. Becca looked surprised at first, then shocked. Harry, whom had seen and heard the whole thing, felt his blood begin to boil. He walked over to Becca, who gave him a false smile.
"Umm, I guess she's busy. I'll just go and finish up my homework. I'll see you at dinner." She kissed his cheek and ran up to her dorm room. Harry could hear her sniffling as she ran up the stone steps. Fists curled, he left the common room in search of Hermione. He found her in the library.
"What was that all about?" he asked her. Hermione looked innocently at him.
"What was what all about?"
"Don't' play stupid Hermione. Why were you so mean to Becca. You know she's sensitive!" Hermione glared at him.
"Oh, yeah, she's so sensitive."
"What do you mean by that!"
"Oh Harry, she's just using you to get famous!" Harry looked at her surprised.
"No, no she wouldn't do that, not Becca."
Hermione sighed. "The whole school knows Harry. Well, most of the school knows. Listen I have to go, I'll see you later." Hermione walked off leaving Harry puzzled.
Becca stopped crying. She sighed and walked over to her trunk, smiling. She had bought Harry some new Quidditch gear. It was a late valentine's day gift. Harry had bought her some jewelry, but Becca hadn't had enough money. So she'd told him that she'd owed. She was going to give it to him that night after dinner.
Sighing, she put it back in her trunk. It was almost time for dinner, so she rushed back down. Dinner was over, but no one had left yet. Becca grumbled, because she wanted to see the look on Harry's face when he opened her gift. So what if no one else has left. I want Harry to see his gift!
She leaned over to Harry. "Let's go. I have something for you," she whispered. Harry gave her a stare that made her feel uneasy. He looked around.
"No one else has left. They'll stare."
"Who cares? Come on Harry." Becca tugged at his hand, but he roughly took it back. "Harry, what's wrong?"
"Everyone will look at us."
"So? That's never bothered you before." With that Harry exploded.
"Well, little miss attention grabber! It's over. I'm done with you. You want to get even more famous, then go date Lockhart!" Harry stood and left, leaving Becca shocked.
Everyone but Becca's family and the teachers clapped Becca looked around with tears in her eyes. Then got up and ran to the common room. When she got there, she saw Harry sitting in a chair by the fire. He didn't see her and she didn't care. Becca ran up to her room, took the present out and walked back down. She walked over to Harry and threw it on his lap, startling him.
"There, what I wanted to give you. I don't know what the hell you meant in The Great Hall, but if you want it to be over between us, then fine! I don't care!" With that Becca ran back up to her room.
Harry gazed at the gift. He sighed as curiosity got the better of him and he took off the wrapper. "Wow," he breathed. It was brand new gear, along with some chocolate frogs and some new broomstick care refills. Becca had known he was running low.
Now he felt bad. But, she was using me, or was she? He spent the rest of the night thinking and ignoring the congratulations from the rest of the students for breaking up with Becca.