The Break
Blaire Raven was crying into her pillow. It was their Fourth year and Draco just dumped her. It was almost a year. Right before the Yule Ball even. He said he had to go with Pansy. She cried as she replayed their argument.
"Blaire are you mental?!"
"What do you mean? I only asked if I could see you over Christmas holiday?"
"Exactly! My father would disown me if he knew how close I was to you!"
"What does that mean?"
"He can't find out I'm dating a Gryffindor."
"We've been dating for a year!" Tears began stinging her pale eyes.
"I know that. I'm not stupid."
"Coul've fooled me," Blaire crossed her arms and glared at him.
'THat's it!"
"What's it?"
"Blaire, we are through. You spend too much time with that Weasel and Potty!"
"Fine! This just means you'll go to the Yule Ball alone!"
"Yeah, right."
"Good bye, Malfoy," She walked out of the Room of Requirements letting the door slam behind her.