NEW GIRL

A Harry Potter FanFiction

Chapter Twenty-Two

I woke up determined. Today was the day. I, Mong Tongkummark, was going to break up with Harry Potter, the boy who lived. After much consideration before I went to sleep and in the shower that morning I had decided it to be the only sensible thing to do. I dressed and looked over to Monique's bed, the curtains still drawn.

"Monique! Monique!" I hissed. Nothing.

"Monique!"

A loud groan was heard this time, followed by the sound of movement.

"Mooooong! It's stupidly early." She moaned. I looked at my watch.

"It's 7.30; you've got class at 9."

"I'm not going. I'm sick. Cough cough." Monique replied, followed by a giggle.

"Ha. Ha. Come on, I need you today, I've got an important job to do today, I'll need your help."

There was no reply. It was the final straw.

"Monique!" I said tersely, jinxing her curtains open.

"Oh! Ew!" I said as soon as the curtains open. Draco was lying next to Monique, his arm around her, his chest bare. I shut my eyes tight.

"Well, looks like I'm getting up now." Monique said slightly annoyed.

"Sorry." I murmured and turned my back, suddenly taking a keen interest in my robes, which sat over my usual school kilt and shirt.

"It's ok." Monique said jumping out of bed, "So, what's this "important job" you have to do?"

I turned and looked over at Draco and back to Monique. I know I shouldn't be embarrassed to discuss breaking up with Harry in front of Draco, I mean, they were not exactly friends.

"Uh, I'll go have a shower." Draco said, taking my hint and grabbing his pants up.

As soon as he had shut the door to the bathroom, Monique turned to me, her eyes wide with excitement.

"So? What's this all about?"

"I, I'm going to break up with Harry."

Monique drew her lips back.

"Seesh, good luck to you! I have to say, I don't envy you. He seems to have fallen pretty hard."

"I know." I let out a sigh.

"Fingers crossed."

Of course, today was the day I didn't have any classes with Harry. Our lunch times were different as well. I sat in Charms, just waiting for Professor McGonagall to dismiss us. I looked up at the big ticking clock. Five, four, three, two…

"You are dismissed."

"Yes." I hissed under my breath and bolted to the door.

I ran into Ron as I entered the common room.

"Redvine?" He asked, offering me the muggle sweet Hermione had got him addicted to.

"Um, no thanks." I said with a smile, "Have you seen Harry?"

"Yeah, he's inside." Ron replied with his mouth full.

"Uh, thanks."

We did the awkward dance of getting around each other in a confined space and I eventually fell through the portrait hole. My eyes darted around the room, finally falling on the tousled hair of Harry. My breath quickened.

"Keep calm." I told myself, "Deep breaths. Just say we need to talk, we need to talk, we need to talk, we need to…"

Distracted with my own thoughts I fell on top of him.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked.

"We need to talk!" I blurted out. Shit. A tad more decorum would be nice Mong. I righted myself and sat next to him.

"I was thinking that too."

"Oh, really?" I asked, completely confused.

"Yeah."

We sat in silence for a minute. I surveyed Harry's face. It seemed to be lacking his usual spark.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asked.

"No, you go first." I said politely.

"Mong, I think we should break up."

I sat there in shock. He had beaten me to it.

"Oh… C-can I ask why?"

"Mong, I know that you don't feel the same about me."

"Oh."

"I want to see you happy Mong."

I looked into Harry's brilliant green eyes. He was keeping his composure, but I could see it was killing him on the inside. I stood up, not wanting to draw out the process too much. I bent down and kissed his forehead.

"One day, you will meet a girl who deserves you a lot more than I do." I said softly.

Harry didn't reply.

As I walked up the stairs to my dormitory, I could not help but shed a tear. Not for myself, but for Harry. I could never ever give him what he wanted in a relationship. Lost in my thoughts I bumped into Ginny.

"Oh. I'm, I'm sorry." I said hurriedly.

"It's ok." She said quietly. As I looked up at the flamed haired girl standing in front of me, it was as if I was seeing her for the first time.

"Ginny, you know, I think Harry's looking for you."

"Really?" She said full of excitement.

I nodded my head.

"Of course he is."

She headed down the stairs with a purpose. My heart felt exceptionally lighter, knowing that someone worthy would look after Harry.