Perhaps it was her conversation with Ginny the previous night, or perhaps it was because she felt so hollow inside, but Mae resolved herself on confronting Draco. Of course, he didn't make things easy for her. He never did.

"Pansy and Draco are sitting awfully close, aren't they?" Blaise said conversationally, taking a sip of his morning coffee. Full of cream, three sugars. As always.

Mae eyed Draco and Pansy warily, noting the way Pansy laughed into Draco, her hand seeming to move onto his leg although it was hidden from the table. "They're just friends."

"Rubbish," scoffed Blaise harshly, stabbing an egg. "You're much smarter than that, love."

Pansy took that moment to brush Draco's hair out of his face, and something broke inside Mae as Draco caught her hand in his own, bringing her knuckles to his lips and ghosting a kiss across them.

"It's none of your business though, innit?" snapped Mae, slamming her glass of pumpkin juice down so harshly it brought the attention of the entire half of their table, including Draco and Pansy. "If Draco wants to fuck a slut, let him."

Blaise choked on his eggs, slamming a fist into his chest as he attempted to swallow. Draco tilted his head, a sneer on his face, while Pansy began hurling insults at Mae.

"Perhaps if you weren't a filthy half-blood, Draco would be more interested. He wants a real woman." Pansy declared wickedly, her lips lifted up in a snarl.

"A real woman with real STDs, hm?" retorted Mae, standing up from the table. "Everyone knows you fucked Theodore Nott last week, and he had to go to Madam Pomfrey from whatever you gave him!"

The part about Pansy fucking Theodore Nott was true, although the STD part was not. But Mae was so angry, so fed up with how the both of them were treating her, that she couldn't contain it anymore. At this point, most of the Great Hall had caught sight of what was happening, although the teachers at least pretended to be oblivious. She caught sight of Ginny grinning at her encouragingly.

"I'm going to be honest with you, because no one else will," Draco said the words slowly, casually, as though he were speaking of the weather. "Anyone who says they're interested in you, beyond just fucking you, is a liar."

Mae felt her cheeks burn, as the Slytherin table began laughing and oohing under their breath, and she rushed out of the Great Hall. She heard footsteps behind her, but she ignored them, until someone tugged harshly on her arm, the rings on his fingers alerting her to who it was.

"Why?" demanded Mae, turning around with unshed tears. An amused Draco stood in front of her, looming over her. "Why do you do this to me?"

Perhaps the question caught him off guard, because Draco replied with "I don't know."

Mae let out a strangled sob, wiping her hands harshly down her face. "I just want to be the one you love."

"Oh darling," Draco said the words softly, reaching out to caress her cheek. Mae closed her eyes for a moment, and she could pretend everything was fine. "I'll never love you."

With those words, Draco shoved her jaw harshly, causing a loud popping noise to sound as pain reverberated through the lower half of her face.

"I'm breaking up with you." Mae said the words first, opening her eyes to see Draco actually looking.. Hurt, by her words.

"Took you long enough."

Mae looked to see Ginny heading her way, her hand intertwined with Luna's, with the Golden trio, Pansy, and Blaise following close behind.

"We would have never made it anyways." Draco responded quietly, and Mae felt a bit vindicated to see that he appeared to feel at least partially upset.

"That's your fault." her voice shook, but Mae said the words passionately.

"How?" he had the nerve to sound incredulous, and Mae balled up her fists as tears of anger came to her eyes.

"You always cheated on me with Pansy! You treated me like I was your pet, like you could keep fucking around without any care for my feelings!" the words she had been keeping in for so long burst out, and she felt a rush of vindication that she finally got to say them aloud.

Draco scoffed, and any hope of him apologizing or fighting for her went out the window. "You really think I give a shit about you? It's your loss, Callisto." he sneered her last name, looking over his shoulder to see the others approaching them.

Mae's eyes hardened, hatred growing as Pansy ran pathetically over to Draco. "Your whore's here."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Sorry you don't know how to keep a man."

"Don't make this harder than it has to be Callisto," Draco drawled out, slinging an arm over Pansy. "Nobody likes a slut that doesn't understand when her time is up."

"What did you just say?" Ron Weasley was the last person Mae expected to speak to Draco after he said those words.

Draco scoffed. "You heard me, Weas-"

Before Draco could get the full word out, Ron's fist collided with Draco's delicate features. Mae's eyes widened as Ron wound his fist back once more, knocking Draco flat on his back. Pansy started screaming, and Blaise started laughing.

"Blaise, help him!" Pansy shrieked, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror.

Blaise sighed, rolling his eyes. He gave Mae a quick look, (perhaps in an apology?) before he gave Ron a swift kick to his stomach. Ron stumbled backwards, falling on his bottom, and Draco lay on the ground clutching his bruised and bloody face.

Pansy promptly threw herself down onto Draco, and Blaise stood there with his arms crossed as though he were just waiting for the show to be over. Mae, on the other hand, had nothing left to say to Draco, and turned her attention to Ron, who had just gotten off the floor with the help of Harry.

"Thank you," the words were quiet, but sincere. Ron nodded to her, his eyes not wavering from hers.

"He's not worth it, yeah?" said Ron, shaking his bruised knuckles. "He never deserved you.'

Mae, suddenly flooded with emotion, just shook her head, and with tears burning in her eyes, she left the scene behind her.

The hardest thing was seeing Draco be so openly affectionate with Pansy. It broke her, each time she entered the common room to see her sitting on his lap. Getting a kiss on the cheek. A hug. A tender embrace. It burned like hell.

So, she began spending less time in the common room. She began joining Luna and Ginny on their outings, normally in the astronomy tower, and at some point, the Golden Trio started joining them. It became a routine, the six of them hanging out in either the tower or the library, if Hermione got her way.

On the bright side, her grades had never been better.

A month after the incident with Draco, Mae found herself feeling the wound particularly harshly. She paced outside the Gryffindor common room, hoping to find Ginny coming out of the portrait hole. Instead, she got Ron Weasley, who didn't seem all too surprised to find her out there.

"You alright?" Ron asked awkwardly, halfway in the doorframe and halfway out.

Mae shook her head silently, her chest aching. "Not really."

"How 'bout we take a way, yeah?" suggested Ron, stepping out of the portrait hole. It swung shut loudly behind him.

Mae shrugged her shoulders, and together they walked in silence. They had no clear destination in mind, and Mae found she felt slightly better having his company around her. Ron, she had found, had a fairly dry sense of humor and it was ever so easy to laugh around him. Sometimes, the others didn't quite understand the joke, but Mae always did. His humor was similar to hers, if she could just find it again.

"I always wondered," Ron broke their silence, stopping to sit on a ledge overlooking the black lake. "If the squid really existed."

"Oh, it does," Mae assured Ron, hopping up on the opposite side of the stone ledge, wrapping her robe tightly around herself. "Sometimes in the common room, we get to see it swim by."

Ron's eyes flashed with incredulation. "Wicked."

"I suppose it might be a bit more exciting than overlooking the grounds," Mae said the words pretentiously, sniffing as she hid a grin from Ron. "We get to see the inside of the black lake, while you boring Gryffindors just get landscape."

"At least during winter we haven't got to sleep under ten blankets just to get by," protested Ron, bringing a hand up to brush his hair out of his face. "Then again, you might just have an iron deficiency."

Mae's eyes widened. "That's a big word for Ronald Weasley."

"Hermione mentioned it!" defended Ron, moving his hands as he spoke. "She's the one who suggested you go to Madam Pomfrey for it! You're always freezing!"

"It's a perk of being damaged goods, I suppose." Mae said the words without much thought, as she had gotten distracted by Ron's rather large hands moving around.

Ron went still, and he gave Mae a confused look. "Damaged goods?"

Mae's feelings of inadequacy came back, and she felt the stinging of tears hit her eyes. She tried to play it off, giving a weak laugh. "Well, yeah, what else would you call me?"

"Beautiful," the word rolled off Ron's tongue rather quickly, as though he hadn't had to think about it at all.

Tears slipped out of her eyes as Mae processed his words. How could anyone think she was beautiful? Couldn't he see how damaged she was? Draco had used her up and thrown her out, and no one else would ever want his seconds. He had told her that many times.

"Don't," the words came out wet and wobbly. "Don't lie to me."

Ron was rarely serious, but he completely focused on her as he reached out to grab her hand in his large one. "Mae, why would I lie about that?"

The tears came freely now, and she could feel a sob building up in her chest. "Ronald Weasley, don't you dare sit there and lie to me! Don't fucking sit there, and tell me I'm beautiful, because I'm not. I'm used up and I'm damaged, I will never be anything beyond that!"

Before she could protest, Ron had pulled her into a hug, engulfing her small frame in his large one. Mae had forgotten what it was like to be embraced like this, and she buried her head into Ron's wide chest as she cried. In the back of her mind, she understood that was likely having a panic attack.

"Calm down Mae," Ron held her close, caressing her hair. "You'll be alright."

They sat like that, until Mae's cries subsided and she took a shaky breath, pulling out of Ron's embrace. She was suddenly embarrassed that she had overreacted as she did, and a blush stained her wet cheeks.

"'M sorry about that," mumbled Mae, wiping her cheeks roughly. "I didn't mean to make you all soggy."

Ron laughed at that. "Why would I complain, a beautiful girl cried on me today. Sounds like a win to me!"

Mae hit Ron on his arm for that, a small laugh coming out of her as well. If anything, Ron Weasley knew how to switch the mood. "Don't be a prat, Weasley."

Ron's eyes crinkled in the corners as he tossed his head back in a loud bout of laughter, and Mae found herself staring at his full lips. Really, how had she not noticed how perfectly shaped Ron's lips were before? And Merlin, how were his teeth so straight and white?

As quickly as she began admiring Ron Weasley, images of silver hair and grey eyes flashed through her mind, and she shut her eyes and swallowed hard. There would never be Draco and Mae, that much was clear. It did not do to dwell on things that would never change.

"Imagine leaving me for a Weasley."

Mae's stomach dropped as she saw Draco swaggering towards her and Ron, Blaise close behind him. She hated how she still got butterflies as he eyed her appraisingly, before sneering at Ron.

"Shut it, Malfoy." snapped Ron, his ears growing pink as he dug in his robes for his wand.

"Oh," whistled Draco, drawing out the vowel. "Weaselbee is going to show off how big of a man he is. Trust me, Weasel, been there, done that. I'm the best she'll ever have had."

"Tell me Malfoy, you ever been hexed so hard you had to fight for your life?" snarled Ron, standing before the silver haired boy and brandishing his wand.

Mae quickly got down from the stone ledge, standing in between Draco and Ron. "Both of you, stop it!"

Ron's jaw clenched, and he didn't lower his wand. Draco smirked at the sight of her hand on his chest, his eyes flicking down at it before backup to look her in the eyes.

"Stop looking at me like that," Mae said the words firmly, glaring at Draco. "We aren't together anymore. Stop acting like this."

"Doesn't mean I can't fight little Weaselbee." drawled Draco, flexing his fingers on his wand. "I still had you first."

"And I fucking left you!" shouted Mae, shoving Draco back from her and Ron. "Get that through your thick skull, and go back to Pansy. The bitch you always cheated on me with!"

"You said you loved me." Draco said the words softly, bitterly, so quickly that Mae almost didn't catch it.

For a moment, it felt as though it were just the two of them, Draco and Mae, just as it should have been.

Mae stepped back, away from Draco, away from Ron. Her mouth twitched, her eyes grew wet, and she was at a loss for words. She turned then, and hurried out of the courtyard.

How dare he do this to her.

not sure i enjoy how this chapter went, but hopefully it was interesting enough! there should be about three more parts to this story. let me know any thoughts! thank you for the review last chapter!

-TheFlyingGraysons