Bad Romance

Craze

"Miss Sorcier, are you trying to say Aria has disappeared?" Snape asks me. I sat in a leather armchair across from his desk with my legs crossed and my hands folded together. I just nodded and looked down at the floor, making mental cues to myself to get my eyes to start watering.

"I have no idea where she went. All I remember was that Draco Malfoy was upset with her and then the next thing, she was talking about running away and-" I start off.

"Wait, why was Draco Malfoy upset with her?" he asks me. I swallow and shake my head.

"I- I don't even know... I know she had been avoiding him and stood him up recently. We didn't talk about it much because it was awkward." I tell him. I see him move his gaze down from me and to a notepad on his desk where he starts to scratch down something.

"Miss Sorcier?" he asks me before looking up from his writing. I lift my head up some to signal that I'm listening. "Teenage romance will always be dramatic and hectic. My advice? Avoid it gravely. It will only disappoint you in the end." he explains. I finishes his writing and then sits back in his chair. "Thank you for coming to me. You should get to class now.". I stood up and wiped away the pool of tears my eyes had manufactured in the corners of my eyes. I told him goodbye and made my way out of the door.

I quickly paced into Dumbledore's class and dabbed at my eyes with my knuckles and let out a few sniffles. I sat down in my seat and right away, I saw Tom's typical emotionless scowl twist into a confused and concerned expression. He turned his head to me and sat up in his seat. "What's wrong??" he said to me in a low tone. I motion for him to lean over so I can whisper in his ear and he does so.

"I just told Snape that Aria is missing so understandably, I should be upset." I whisper to him. I see him lightly nod his head and then lean back in his seat.

"It's okay Y/n, she will be okay." he says in a tone that's not very loud, but loud enough that a few surrounding students start to tune into the conversation and begin whispering among each other. I give him a slight nod and then we both turn our heads forward, towards the front of the classroom. Under the table, I feel his hand hovering near my knee so I stick my pinkie finger out and I feel him soon wrap his around it. Something about this boy was so enlightening; by now I was sure I was on the brink of being clinically considered a sociopath, and maybe I was, but something about Tom just made me feel so happy. Were we any good for each other? Probably not. Was our relationship dangerous? Probably. But did I love him more than I thought possible? Yes. And that was enough reasoning for me to stay with him. I never wanted a knight in shining armor or prince charming, and I didn't need one; Tom wasn't that. Tom was amazing and I love him, but nothing about him really radiates heroic energy. He radiated pure intelligence and loyalty to me, and I admired that. See, I had spent years at Hogwarts annoyed by my peers and classmates because they were too juvenile. It was impossible to have an intellectual conversation with any of them. Tom was different. We had spent years hating each other and I believe it was all because we knew how alike we were, and only wanted there to be one. It is a shame that we were both too stubborn to become friends YEARS ago because I believe we would have had much more progress, and wasted less time in a petty feud. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Tom's hand moving away from mine. I broke the gaze and the long train of thoughts to see him packing up his books and see everyone else leaving the room. I stand up and start doing the same thing. "Are you sure you're alright, Y/n?" he asks me with a hint of concern in his voice. I briefly pause from putting my books away and look at him.

"Trying to figure out what to tell Victoria and Cierra." I say. "I'm sure they'll have heard something through the grapevine, but me being her roommate, and best friend, means that everyone will be seeking my word first." I explain. We both go back to packing our items up and then I see him turn to me as we're both about to leave.