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"hey, y/n, can we talk?" draco asked as he walked into the common room where pansy, blaise and i were sitting.
that's weird. he never called me by my name. it's always some ridiculous pet name that he'd come up with that day. there was once where he called me sugarplum for a whole week.
"um yea sure, is anything wrong?" i tilted my head up to look at the pale blonde.
"i was thinking we could talk in private?"
pansy gave me a look, signaling it was okay for me to leave.
"yea we can talk in my dorm."
we awkwardly shuffled up the stairs into my room and i shut my dorm door behind me.
"i think...it's best if we broke up."
"i'm sorry what? i think i misheard you," i scoffed.
"i think...it's for the best that we break up." draco repeated himself.
"are you fucking serious right now? where is all this coming from?"
"i just think it's for the best," draco turned his body around to leave my room when i grabbed his wrist.
"draco, what's wrong? we can talk it out, okay? we can work it out." tears threatened to spill from my eyes but i blinked them away, trying to put up a strong front.
"there's nothing to talk about, i...i just don't love you anymore," he stuttered.
"i don't believe you. look me in my face and tell me you don't love me anymore." i sobbed as my voice cracked.
draco's cold grey eyes stared directly into mine as he said the five words that shattered my heart.
"i don't love you anymore."
and with that, he shook his wrist out of my grasp as i watched the first boy i had ever loved walk out of my dorm.
a few days after draco had brutally dumped me, there was a rumour going around that astoria greengrass and draco were snogging.
i didn't believe it until i saw it with my own two eyes.
draco and astoria walked into the great hall, hands intertwined.
he couldn't even give me human decency by waiting a week before getting with someone new.
and of course, that someone new would be astoria, little miss perfect, rich pure-blood father.
