Sorry I haven't really been updating this. I've decided I'll only update when I get really bored and/or if someone asks. I still have a lot more written, but I'll be in some trouble when I reach the point where I have nothing left. Uh, enjoy!
Harry ran up to the common room, nearly tearing his hair out. Of all the guys in Hogwarts she had to pick him. His entire body was shaking and Harry felt like he was going to vomit. He made his way to the fire and stuck his hands in. The pain from the flames and the pungent smell of burning flesh made him forget about the sticky predicament that was going on around him.
"Harry?" he heard Ron say as he entered the common room, "What's wrong? And what's that nasty smell?"
Harry quickly pulled his hands out of the flame and stuffed them in his pockets. "I don't know," he said quickly, "Someone must have thrown something in the fire before dinner."
"Speaking of which," Ron said, "What happened back there? I brought you some dinner and dessert."
"Thanks," Harry mumbled, quickly taking the plate from his friend's hand, "I'll eat it later. I'm not hungry. And I'm mad because Robyn kissed Malfoy."
"What's wrong with that?" Ron asked, "It happened this afternoon."
"Yeah, but she did it on purpose this time," Harry said, "And Draco kissed Robyn earlier, not the other way around."
"I'm sorry," Ron said, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder briefly before returning to dinner. As soon as Ron was gone, Harry stuck his hand back into the snapping flames. It seemed the only way to deal with the hardships of his life.
Meanwhile, Draco and Robyn were walking around Hogwarts, hand-in-hand. Once in a while, Draco would lean over and kiss her neck, or Robyn would kiss his cheek, but that was it. Draco was doing all the talking, but Robyn didn't care. Draco was so interesting, and she wasn't ready to tell him about her past yet.
"So Robyn," Draco said, "What's your family like?"
Tears welled in Robyn's eyes. "I never knew my family. I was basically an orphan."
"I'm so sorry!" Draco said sympathetically, "I had no idea."
"That's okay," Robyn whispered, "Draco, I'm tired. I think I'm going to go to bed."
"Alright," Draco responded, "Let me at least make it up to you by walking you to your common room."
"I have a better idea," Robyn whispered before pulling him into a kiss, "Good night handsome."
"'Night beautiful." Draco said before they parted and went their separate ways.
"What was that all about?" Hermione asked, stepping out of the shadows as soon as Draco had left.
"What do you mean?" Robyn replied nervously.
"That kiss. That look. That person in general. To put it simply, why are you dating Draco Malfoy?" Hermione said.
"Why do you care?" Robyn asked.
"You're not answering my question, Robby." Hermione replied.
Robyn narrowed her eyes and said, "I don't have to tell you. It's my life and I can do what I want with it."
"It may be your life," Hermione whispered, "And you may be able to do what you want with it, but a friend has every right to make sure you don't ruin it."
Blushing and infuriated, Robyn said, "And does that person have the right to tell their friend to bug off because they know exactly what they're doing?"
"Yes, unless that person is hurting another, in which case the friend has to tell the person to stop." Hermione exclaimed.
"And what do you mean by that?" Robyn yelled.
"I mean that you're breaking Harry's heart and you need to stop!" Hermione screeched.
"I'm breaking Harry's heart?" Robyn screamed, "I'm breaking Harry's heart? I think you've got it all wrong, so just bug off!"
"Fine!" Hermione shrieked, "Go ruin your life! Go slowly kill Harry! See if I care!"
"I will!" Robyn bellowed and stormed off towards the common room. When she got there, she mumbled the password and entered, only to see Harry sitting by the fire. Robyn stormed over, smacked him hard, and hissed, "I hate you!" into his ear before going upstairs to bed.
Harry sat in the common room, silently crying. Today had been the worst day of his life. He stuck nearly his entire arm in the fire, but the ball of dread and sorrow still wouldn't leave. Harry couldn't understand why Robyn wouldn't believe him. He really did love her with all his heart, even though she had kissed Draco Malfoy. As the burns on his hands became more severe, Harry pulled them away. It was the one thing in his life he could control.
Around eight, Harry went up to his room for some gloves. All he wanted to do was sleep, but he had detention with McGonagall. Harry winced as he pulled the gloves on. His hands hurt so badly, but not as bad as his longing for Robyn's trust.
Harry made it just in time and loyally stood next to Professor McGonagall's desk where she and Draco were already waiting. "Boys," said the professor, "I have a meeting, so your task tonight is to check and grade all of these papers. And no tilting them in anyone's favor. You may return to your rooms when you are finished." And with that she exited the room.
Harry felt tears fill his eyes, but he blinked them away. The last thing he wanted to do was be alone with Draco, especially after what had happened today. He sat down at a desk with a stack of papers and began to grade them silently, dreading the moment when Draco would begin talking.
"So Potter, I assume you heard the news," Draco said, his cold eyes boring into Harry's head.
"I don't think I have Malfoy," Harry whispered, not looking up from his work.
"Robyn agreed to be my girlfriend." Draco said loudly.
Harry bit his lip, and blinked back tears. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. "You lie, Malfoy," Harry mumbled.
"I most certainly do not," Draco exclaimed, "It happened at dinner. I believe I saw you there."
"Please Malfoy," Harry mumbled, "I'm not in the mood for your lies."
"Poor Potter," Draco whispered, "He's in denial."
"I am not," Harry said, his voice rising slightly, "Robyn wouldn't throw her life away like that."
"She just did," Draco said simply, a smirk on his face, "But she won't know until I tell her about the baby."
Fear crossed Harry's face. "Baby?" he said in a panicky voice, "What baby?"
"Boy are you slow, Potter!" Draco exclaimed, "You see, when a man and a women get together…"
"I know that," Harry muttered, interrupting Draco, "It's just that...you don't mean to tell me...do you?"
"That's right Potter," Draco said gleefully, "You're going to be an uncle."
"Oh Robyn," Harry whispered to himself, "What have you done?"
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The rest of detention was uneventful and both boys were able to get to bed by ten. However, Harry sat by the fire, though he was practically sitting in it. He couldn't stop thinking about what Draco had said about Robyn. Was it all true? If that was some kind of Malfoy joke it wasn't very funny.
The burns on Harry's hands became more and more severe, but he still didn't move them from the fire. He couldn't feel it any longer. Starting with the head, Harry slowly numbed his body, blocking it from the outside world. Yet, his own little world was also filled with pain and disappointment. There was nowhere for him to escape. Both worlds were filled to the brim with horrible occurrences and piercing words. Harry started to cry bitter tears, not for himself, but for Robyn. Robyn had ruined her life. Being Draco's boyfriend was bad enough, but carrying his child? It seemed an unspeakable crime. Harry was sure plenty of other girls would have been glad to be in Robyn's shoes, but he didn't like it one bit. And it seemed to be all his fault. If he had been nicer when Robyn had arrived none of this would have happened.
Harry just wanted to lay down and die. Then there would be no pain. No more suffering. No more watching Robyn throw her life away. He would finally be able to rest in peace. But he couldn't do it. He was the boy who lived. It seemed more of a curse than a gift. He was the only one who could watch over Robyn. And he couldn't bare to die knowing that Robby hated him with all her heart.