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Navy didn't want to leave her room for days. She was devastated by what had happened earlier that week.

She felt like everyone hated her, and she felt so alone. She'd never been alone.

She always had Clara or Theo. Even Draco was there for her. Now she had no one but her brother and Pansy.

To her, admitting her mistakes to Theodore was the only suitable thing at that moment, even if she was dragged into his embrace minutes later. She regretted it all, especially letting Theodore think that she'd let him be with her again.

Navy indeed stopped it before it got anywhere, but she felt horrible. She felt so at fault for everything.

It felt wrong.

It was wrong. She knew that, but still in her clear mind, yet with the truth serum coursing through her blood — her body craved it.

She stopped it, but she felt like it shouldn't have gotten to a point where she had to stop anything. She shouldn't have run after him as she did.

Navy should've stayed with Draco.

Draco.

He hated her.

He absolutely despised her for what he thought she did. He believed that she slept with Theodore.

If he only knew how wrong he was. If he only knew he was the reason she stopped it.

She couldn't blame him for hating her. Navy hated herself more.

A tear fled her cheek as she buried her head into her pillow. Her hair was tangled, and her skin sore.

All she wanted to do was to fix this. To apologize to the blond boy who told her that he didn't want to see her anymore.

He told her to go to hell and never speak to him again. He called her names and walked away.

If he only listened to her, he'd take his immature actions back in a heartbeat. He didn't listen. He didn't give her a chance to explain.

Draco and Navy wasn't anything, yet her heart ached by the thought of it.

He had lingered underneath her skin, and the way he took care of her, even when he said he didn't feel anything, was hurting.

Navy's eyes fell over the nightstand, where the ticking clock stood, and she groaned at it. She tugged the sheets over her head, shutting the world out.

Pansy visited her again last night, and she brought her dinner like she'd done every night since everything around her fell apart.

The only difference was that yesterday — Pansy made it clear that she would come and get her for supper.

Navy tried to say no, to talk her way out of seeing everyone she worked so hard to avoid, but to no use.

No one said no to Pansy.

She flinched even if the knock hitting her door was expected.

"Navy." Pansy called out for her from the other side of the wood, "I hope for your sake that you're ready."

Navy's eyes rolled as she pushed herself off the bed. Her knees were weak beneath her, and she flung the door open.

"What—" Pansy's eyes fell over her still undressed body, "I thought I told you to be ready?"

She flopped down onto her mattress again, pulling her covers over herself, "And I told you that I didn't want to go."

Pansy huffed annoyingly as she strode up to the bed. Her hand grasped at the edge of her covers, and she pulled the fabric off the bed.