Pathos | A Pansy Parkinson Fanfiction

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(A/N: This chapter contains mentions of rape. Even though its only a few words, and only a few people are still reading this book, I felt as if it was necessary to include this warning. I'll be placing a '*' before and after that part, so you can just skip over if you want to.)

Everyone in Hogwarts was on the top of the world. Why wouldn't they be? Umbridge's reign of terror was over, Dumbledore had been reinstated, and the tiresome O.W.L.s were finally over. Of course, there was the fact that Voldemort really was alive but everyone was relatively happy. 

Everyone, except Maeve Kingston. 

"You're kidding right?" Cedell threw a pillow at her face and Maeve woke up furiously, turning on her bedside lamp. 

"What the hell is your problem, Ced?" 

"Me? What's your problem?" Cedell huffed. "Snap snap snap. I get it. Your girlfriend dumped you. But do you have to keep waiting for those bloody cards to explode one by one?" he groaned, looking at Pansy's Christmas gift sprawled all over Maeve's comforter. "Some of us are trying to sleep here."

"She didn't dump me." Maeve's anger flared and it went away as suddenly as it had come. "I- " she didn't know why, but she couldn't bear to keep it in any longer. Blaise, Daphne and Theodore, who had also been hurt by the fact that Maeve had kept information on the D.A. away from them, had hardly talked to her since, and the scarce talking had completely come to an end after they found out about Pansy and Maeve splitting up. Of course, she had her Hufflepuff friends, who did their best to cheer her up - assuming it had something to do with Cedric's death anniversary - but only the Slytherins knew what Maeve was really feeling. And none of them cared enough to talk to her anyway. For some reason, Maeve hadn't cried after the few short tears following her argument with Maeve. It was as if she was telling herself that - Hey, you and Pansy have been through rocky roads in the past. This is no different. - But it was different. Cedell's words had shot down that last shard of hope Maeve had been hanging on to. 

So, naturally, she burst into tears, taking Cedell by shock. 

"Woah, what the hell?" Cedell whisper-shrieked in alarm before jumping off the bed. "Seriously, what's up with you?" 

Maeve shook her head, feeling the mattress sink as Cedell sat next to her. 

"Did you... did you love her?" he asked nervously. 

Maeve nodded. "I'm sorry. You can go back to sleep. I'll keep the cards away." 

Cedell shrugged. "Nah. I'm up for good now." he mood faltered as Maeve's face filled with dread. "Hey, you want to do something?" 

Maeve blinked, turning to him. "What do you mean?" 

"I don't know. We could go to the theatres. Or maybe just stroll around the city for a while. I don't really feel like going back to sleep." Maeve looked at him suspiciously, Cedell was never that gentle. It almost reminded her of a certain brown-haired Hufflepuff. "That is, if you want to go. Also, I feel bad for you. And whenever I feel bad, I like to spend time doing something I like." 

"That sounds fun." the corners of Maeve's lips tugged up slightly. 

"Great. What's your favourite thing to do in London?" 

Maeve though hard. "I don't know... I've never really walked around muggle London before." she admitted. "Except the bookstores, but that's it." 

Cedell's eyes widened, tugging her out of bread. "Okay at this point I don't even care if you want to go or not. We have a lot of London to catch up with. Let's start with a movie." he said, throwing her a coat.