He was still angry with her.

He was getting sick of all her insults, and her snarky remarks about all the things he tried to do for her, or all the people he was friends with. Being in a relationship with someone wasn't supposed to be this annoying and aggravating and hard, Scabior was sure.

What he hated most of all was the fact that she knew how he felt about her. She knew that he would do anything for her. And yet she just abused him, and used him. Most of the time he didn't care that she was using him- he could be with her, and that was what he'd been waiting for since he was 13. But it was times like this, when they were refusing to talk to each other, that he sometimes wished he'd never agreed, that he'd never kissed her that time. That he'd just left her alone to cope with losing her boyfriend.

So there he was, alone in the library, brooding while he thought about starting his Charms essay, when a pair of hands covered his eyes.

"Hey." He felt someone's breath in his ear, and angrily pulled their hands away.

He had no idea who the girl in front of him was. Her hair was short and blonde. Her eyes were blue, and she was missing the cute spattering of freckles that often covered Tonks' nose.

She raised an eyebrow. "It's me! Geez Scabior." She rolled her eyes. "I'm trying something new. Do you like it?"

He shrugged, turning back to his essay, if that was all she was here about…

"It's your face, not mine. Do what you like."

He heard her sigh, and she sat down next to him. "Are you still angry?"

He gave her a look which answered the question very obviously.

"Look, I… I came to apologize. I'm sorry, really. I know I can be a terribly horrible bitch sometimes. I don't mean what I say, you know I don't. Everything you do for me… I really appreciate it."

He glanced sideways at her. It seemed sincere enough. She always came round in the end. She couldn't hold a grudge to save her life.

"Thanks." He said dryly, still not paying her much attention.

"So I'm forgiven?"

"I guess."

"Good." She moved to the arm of his chair, winding his hair around her fingers. "Because in that case… I had an idea of how I might make it up to you."

Her mouth was tauntingly close to the skin of his neck. He could feel her hot breath, he could feel the tip of her nose brushing against his jaw bone.

He hated when she teased him like that. She knew he couldn't last long at all.

Quickly turning, he pressed his lips against hers. She seemed surprised; maybe she hadn't expected him to forgive her so quickly and easily.

"Forgiven. Definitely." He whispered, before kissing her again.

Something felt different. Odd. He couldn't quite put a finger on it…

It was a little too late to mention it though, as she had just pulled him up by his tie, and with one finger twisted through his belt loop, she was dragging him in the direction of the Hufflepuff dormitories.

He supposed the prospect of this was much more exciting than his charms essay, so he let himself be taken.

He really should've noticed there was something wrong when they got to her dorm.

Firstly, she hadn't even headed for her own bed.

"Hey, I'm all for this, but we can't do this on someone else's bed! I mean, it's not like they're away on holiday like last time…"

A flash of annoyance crossed her face, but was quickly gone.

"Alright then. Sure, my bed."

There had been something strange in her eyes then, something like triumph. She had a slight, evil smirk spreading across her face too. But it was only there for a second as she pulled him close, and it was gone by the time they made it to her bed.

She started undoing his shirt buttons from the bottom of his shirt. He thought that was strange; she usually always started at the top.

He should've known something was afoot. Everything was different, but he didn't think much of it until the dormitory door opened, and he caught a flash of her pale face framed by her usual electric blue hair, before the door slammed shut again.

He swore loudly, quickly rolling off whoever the hell he was sharing Tonks' bed with.

She just laughed. She just lay there, naked and laughing, watching him quickly pull his trousers and shirt and tie on. He was still doing everything up as he fled out the door; he had to catch up with the real her.

For the first time in this relationship, he felt absolutely and terribly guilty. He had just cheated on her. That was the last thing he had ever dreamed of doing. He didn't want anyone else but her; he didn't need anyone else.

He could finally see her blue hair up ahead in the corridor. Hands fumbling with his belt buckle, he called out to her. He had to talk to her.

When she turned to yell at him furiously to go away, he saw her face was covered with tears.

For some reason the fact that she was showing genuine emotion to this almost made him happy.

But it also made the guilt inside him swell, and even though she obviously didn't want him to follow her, he had to. He had to put this right.

She yelled so much it was hard for him to get a word in.

He deserved it though, he couldn't believe he'd been tricked like that. He'd just been a pawn in some girly revenge plot, and, as usual, he'd willingly let himself be used.

Only this time it was against the person he loved, not for them.

She was definitely shocked when he told her what had happened- or what he'd thought had been happening. And then her hair had flared red, and he could tell that she couldn't wait to get her own back.

"You're not going to sleep with her boyfriend to get even, are you?" he asked. He dreaded that she would ever say yes to a question like that.

She shook her head, a grim smile on her face. "No. I'm going to think up something much worse."

She had stalked out after that. But at least she had forgiven him.

Angrily, he marched back to the Hufflepuff girls dorms. There was a trick to getting in, but he had mastered it a long time ago. Nimbly jumping up onto the wide banister so he wasn't touching the ground, he kicked the door open and jumped through.

She hadn't moved since he'd left.

"Forgot your shoes, did you sweetie?" she had a sick, twisted smile on her face.

"You're a bitch."

She sat up, shrugging, watching him as he walked around to the other side of the bed, picking up his sock and shoes, putting them on as quickly as possible.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself," she said, and he could hear the delight dripping from her voice. He didn't dignify that with a response.

"So are you single yet? Because if you are-"

"No, I'm not. And if I was, you would be the last person I would ever want to be with. I- I love her, and I will not be a pawn in whatever bitchy revenge game you're playing here, trying to break us up. So stay out of it."

"Who said anything about revenge? Maybe I just wanted a really good-"

"Then I'll make sure to let your boyfriend know. Ask him next time."

He slammed the door shut behind him, but he could still hear her laugh.

How any girl like that made it into Hufflepuff, he had no idea.