I casually strolled into the Great Hall two days later, willing myself not to look at the Gryffindor table. Instead, I focused my attention on my boyfriend, who was smirking at me mischievously. We had already come up with a plan to introduce our relationship to the rest of the school.

But it was at that moment I saw Pansy gazing dreamily at me. I snorted internally. Fat chance bitch! Even if I wasn't gay, my sworn enemy visited me in the hospital and you didn't. However, the whole of my Quidditch team had visited me yesterday, which had made my day.

Harry hadn't visited since he walked out on Tristan and I kissing. I kept telling myself not to look at him. I was sure that he would have plenty to say in Potions.

As I neared him, Tristan stood up, pushed me against the wall and practically stuck his tongue down my throat. I kissed him passionately back, but my heart wasn't really in it. It was obvious his wasn't either. He was kissing me with force, but it felt as though he was kissing me as a lead up to sex, and I definitely didn't want that. At least not yet.

There was a slow silence that fell across the Great Hall as everyone watched me make out with my boyfriend. As I came up for breath, I heard a clatter from across the room and heard Harry say, "I'm headed to Potions." He didn't say it loudly, but the Hall was so quiet that everyone heard him. I pushed Tristan off me, muttering, "I have to eat or I'll end up back in the hospital wing."

"That doesn't sound so bad. I've always wanted to try hospital sex." I froze and looked at Tristan, my mouth agape. He wasn't serious, was he? I shook my head and settled in by Avery, as Crabbe and Goyle edged away the slightest bit as I walked toward them. Avery smiled at me warmly, then handed me a plate covered in steaming food. It smelled delicious, and I couldn't help but eat as much as I could before it was time to head to Potions.

I slid into my seat next to Harry, still not looking at him. God, what kind of person, acting like I was too good for him? Pretending I preferred the company of a fake Slytherin over the Golden Boy? Because Tristan was fake, there was no doubt. He had some other agenda planned. He was probably trying to get over someone too. That's… actually kinda cute if you think about it. Two boys, both jilted by their loves, finding love with each other. That's kinda worth a story or something.

"So."

"Oh, uh, huh?" I sputtered.

"You and… Tristan, huh? That must be great for you. Having an older boyfriend. Who'll make out with you in front of everyone. Wonder how many other times he's shoved you against a wall and made out with you in a different position." His voice was icy, and didn't dare look at him.

"What do you care?" I asked. It sounded rude, but I genuinely wanted to know why he was so upset over it.

"Can't you tell he's just after one thing? All he wants is to fuck you, and I don't want you to be taken advantage of like that. You deserve better-"

"And what would you know about what I deserve?! You keep thinking you see the good in me, but there isn't any, Potter! You should know that by now!"

"That's not true and you know it! You could be such an amazing wizard if you would just try a little harder! You could be perfect!"

"How?! I could never be perfect." My voice dropped. "Trust me, I've tried. My family still hated me and I was still a disappointment." Oh shit, what happened to not showing any weakness? Damn I had to fix this and fast. "Not that it's any of your business what my family thinks of me. Some of my family would love me if they knew more about me." Still not what I should have said. I was not doing good today. "What I'm trying to say is that you need to stop worrying about me. I can take care of myself."

Harry opened his mouth to argue, but then seemed to think better of it. He shook his head and began working on his work, ignoring me for the rest of the hour. As the class rounded out, he swept out of the room, with Granger and Weasley scampering after him with some ridiculous story to tell him. I stood to leave, but slightly stumbled, causing Blaise to dart away from Avery and toward me, but I waved him off, hoping he would see that I was just fine.

As I strolled out of the classroom feeling Blaise's concerned eyes on me, still trying to regain my dignity, I saw Tristan waiting for me toward the end of the hall. As I made my way toward him, he grabbed my hand, smiling fondly at me. It seemed odd, especially given his behavior that morning, but I wouldn't complain.

"I wanted to apologize about this morning." Oh good, he realized it was wrong of him to make jokes about having sex. "I saw the way Crabbe and Goyle were looking at you." Wait, what? "It wasn't cool. Just because you're gay doesn't mean they can treat you poorly." So Harry was right. He did want sex. That meant I couldn't trust him when we were alone.

Or maybe I could. After all, I was trying to get over Harry Potter. Maybe this was the way to do it. Yeah… this gave me a great idea…

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