Okay, I thought I'd do a chapter from Lysander's POV. R&R!

He sat on the arm of the sofa, his heart beating wildly. Her hair was a rat's nest; her eyes were sunken and sad. But she was beautiful. Dominique was always beautiful. Even the way she moved. Her walk had a rhythm, her dance a certain elegance. Now, as she looked up at him, her expression full of disbelief, he knew she only wanted truth. For once, the truth. Who was Lysander to refuse?

"Of course." He said earnestly. Her lips did not protest for the first time in three weeks- a reason to smile. Happiness spread across her face, making her, in his opinion, all the more gorgeous.

"Goodnight, Ly." Her words possessed warmth that they hadn't before. Hadn't ever.

"Goodnight, Dom." He smiled back and fought the urge to lean down and kiss her right then and there. She stood up, made for the stairwell, and then she was gone. Running his fingers through his wavy blond hair, Lysander sighed. He yawned and made his way to his bed in the boy's dormitory. He needed some sleep.

"Lysander! Wake up!" Groggily he rolled over and stared blurrily at the figure hovering over him.

"…Maddie?" He asked hoarsely. Madeline Wood rolled her eyes and shook her head, allowing her long brown hair to fall over her face.

"Well, duh!" Lysander ignored this and moved on to the more pressing matter.

"Um…why are you in the boy's dormitory yelling at me at…" He checked his bedside clock. "Five in the morning?" Maddie shrugged and pointed at herself.

"Early bird." Lysander sighed.

"What do you want?" Maddie narrowed her eyes.

"We need to talk. About Dominique." Now she had his attention. "You are going to get dressed and meet me in the common room in ten minutes. Got that?"

"But…"

"Don't argue. In the long run, it just wastes time." She stood up straight and hurried from the dormitory.

She was right. Ten minutes later, Lysander was slowly stumbling down the winding staircase to the common room. Maddie was waiting for him in a leather armchair by the quietly crackling fire.

"Hey." She said.

"Hey. What is this about, Maddie?" She looked him in the eye.

"I guess I'll get to the point. I saw you. Last night. You and Dom were talking. I don't even care what about. My point is, she smiled. She smiles when she's happy. And she hasn't been happy for three weeks. How did you do it?" He shifted his weight and looked out at the grounds.

"I don't know. We were just talking, okay?"

"Talking about what?"

"I thought Izzy and you had decided to ignore her now, anyway." Now it was Maddie's turn to look uncomfortable.

"Well, she did, but, technically…that's not the point, Lysander!" Maddie's cheeks were bright pink. "We were talking about you!"

"Well, I mean, I guess I just told her I missed her and she asked me really and I said yes and that's it. Happy?" He mumbled. Maddie's expression changed from embarrassment to confusion to bewilderment all in one very fast wave of emotion.

"Oh my god, Lysander, I didn't know you liked her!" He swallowed and hurriedly replied,

"Uh, yeah, you know. We're friends." Maddie rolled her eyes, smiling.

"You know that's not what I mean." Lysander let out an exasperated breath.

"Why would I tell you, even if I did?"

"You don't need to tell me. I'm right and I know it." She stood up and began her way to the staircase, but stopped.

"Do me a favor, Lysander, and keep 'just talking' to her. She hasn't been happy in forever." Maddie went back upstairs, leaving Lysander alone in the dark common room.