The Moon and His Night

18

Leo POV

"Oi! Malfoy!" someone whistled from behind me, followed a second later by two hands clamping down on my shoulders. 

I didn't bother turning around, as I already recognized it to be Pat Gideon, Gryffindor's Keeper. I had zero fucking time or patience for Pat Gideon right now, because I just had an inkling that whatever he was about to say was going to piss me off even more. Usually, I had great patience for Pat's air-headedness and inability to take anything but Quidditch seriously. But not today. "You and Aimes back and shaggin' ag–"

"No. We are not." I cut him off sharply, shutting that shit down for like–the fifth fucking time since we left the common room not even three minutes ago. 

With all the whispers and knowing glances directed my way, I was currently fighting the urge to walk right up to the podium at the front of the Great Hall and announce to the whole fucking school that Gretchen Aimes and I were not "back and shagging". That she had snuck into my dorm while I was in the shower to stage herself in my bed because she is out of her fucking mind, apparently. 

I don't think any muscle in my body has relaxed since that moment. The moment I saw exactly why Camille looked as if she was actively shattering right before my eyes. The moment I knew that "just friends" really was just a lie, that Camille and I were never meant to be "just friends", that Camille had been thinking about me just as much as I had been thinking about her. The moment I realized that Gretchen had just used me to break the heart that always seemed to beat in time with mine. A heart that was now just a mess of shattered glass in my hands that I was desperate to put back together.

I'm disgusted. I feel used. Gretchen somehow found out about Camille and I, and decided that she could just kill two birds with one stone. She could tear down Camille by making her think that I was a heartless, dick-head-thinking douchebag, and she could build herself up by spreading around the rumor that–after weeks of persistence on her end–she and I were "back together".

I'd rather take a Bludger to the balls. Hell–make it two.

And I'd rather tear my own heart out than watch Camille's heart break right in front of me again. I imagine the pain would be the same. 

"Geez–sorry, snippy." Pat scoffed a laugh, giving my shoulders a brotherly shake that only made me more agitated. "That's just what my girl heard from a couple Ravenclaws this morning–"

Great.

"Well, tell your girl that Gretchen and I are not back together and will never be back together as I'd rather skinny dip in the Black Lake with the fucking Grindilows." I emphasized, stopping in the middle of the hall and turning around to face Pat, my eyes boring into his to make sure what I was saying really got through that skull of his. "And then tell her to tell those couple of Ravenclaws the same thing, and tell them to tell whoever the hell told them, so on and so forth. Got it?"

Pat, of course, snorted with a typical goofy grin, but I could tell he heard me loud and clear. "Gotcha, captain." He nodded.

"Good. Now go." I concluded, spinning back around and continuing towards the Great Hall.

I had only made it a few steps before an angry little elf popped up out of nowhere and delivered a swift kick to my shin in the middle of the hallway. Of course, it wasn't actually an angry little elf.

It was my angry little sister.

"Fuck's sake, Nora. What the hell was that–" I scolded in a pain-strained voice, using one hand on Dean's shoulder to balance while I put my other hand to the shin Nora's seemingly steel-toed black school shoes just made contact with.