The Girl Who Lived

4th Floor Bathroom

I cry my heart out in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She seems amused. "What happened?" She asks in a high-pitched voice. I don't respond. "Come on! I'm bored!" She says.

"Ron cheated on me with Hermione," I answer between sobs. How could he do that to me? I thought he loved me! And, right as I realized that I loved him! Did I wait too long? "With Granger? So she isn't with Harry?!" She smiles, pleased as I throw a book at her. That gets her in a bad mood again, and she wails. Better wailing than talking. Now, she's just as miserable as I am. I never thought Ron would do that. It hurts. And with my best friend! So, she wasn't just checking up on him. She was fucking him. What does she have that I don't? I thought I was pretty good in bed. Was he growing tired of me? He just told me that he loved me this morning! I throw another book at the wall. The spine breaks a little bit. I don't care! Let it rip! Let it tear into 15 million pieces just like my heart! I sob uncontrollably until dinner time. My eyes are puffy and red as fuck, but I am starving. I consider skipping dinner, but with Quidditch practice, I need food. I don't know how I will be able to survive practice. I wipe my tears and go down to the Great Hall. I sit away from the Golden Trio. I don't even look at them. "What's wrong?" Fred asks. I don't respond. If I do, I'll cry. And, I don't want to cry in front of the entire school. "Kira, please!" Ron.

"Go away, Ronald!"

"I'm sorry! It was a mistake!"

"IT WAS A MISTAKE? THAT'S YOUR BEST EXCUSE?!" I yell. I don't turn around to look at him. If I do, I'll break down. "Could you calm down, please?"

"NO, I WON'T FUCKING CALM DOWN! LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT YOU'RE A FUCKING CHEATER!" 

"Shut up, Kira! It was an accident!"

"HOW DO YOU FUCK SOMEONE BY ACCIDENT, RON?" Everyone's looking at us, but I don't care. I'm just trying to not cry. "Kira! I screwed up, I'm sorry! Please. Can't we try and work this out?"

"NO! OUR RELATIONSHIP ENDED THE SECOND YOU FUCKED GRANGER!" People gasp. No one expected that. "Get out of my sights, Weasley," Wood orders. 

"B-" Wood stands up and angrily points to his spot. 

"I SAID LEAVE!" Ron does. Wood looks at me, but he doesn't say anything. God, where the fuck am I supposed to sleep tonight? There's no way I could sleep in my dorms tonight. I finish my food up and leave. Ron gets up as I pass him. "DON'T FOLLOW ME! JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"

"I'M SORRY! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?" He yells again.

"NOTHING, I WANT YOU TO NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN!"

"IT WAS A FRICKING MISTAKE! DON'T END THIS JUST BECAUSE OF ONE MISTAKE!"

"ONE MISTAKE? THIS ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP WAS JUST ONE HUGE MISTAKE! GOD, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN NOT TO GET INVOLVED WITH YOU! YOU'RE A FUCKING BITCH! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, WEASLEY! GO OFF AND MARRY GRANGER FOR ALL I FUCKING CARE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" He takes another step and grabs my wrist. I slap his face. He's stunned that I did that. I am too. "DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN, OR SO HELP ME, I WILL MURDER YOU!" I walk out, crying. My heart somehow's in even more pieces than it was before. I need to figure out a place to sleep. I'm sure as Hell not going to sleep at my dorms. Hermione shares a room with me. And I don't want to see her or Ron ever again. I go back to the prefect's bathroom. I quickly went up to my room and got some clothes. I guess I'll just cry all night. I'm not falling asleep in a bathroom. That's absolutely disgusting. I hate Ron Weasley. I hate Hermione Granger too. I practically hate the whole entire world. Myrtle laughs at my distressed state. It makes her happy that she's not the only one miserable. God, I wish I wasn't a Gryffindor. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I wish I could forget he ever existed! I want my parents! I want my Mum's special soup recipe that she always made when I was sick. I know I'm not physically sick, but my heart hurts. My heart is sick. I am mentally and emotionally sick. I need her soup. Why did she have to die? I sit down, leaning against the bathtub. This is all so unsanitary, but I don't give a fuck. The door opens. I don't check who it is. He comes to sit next to me. "I figured you'd be here." I thought it would be Wood, but it's not. This boy's voice matches the boy I was once friends with. His voice is cold. It sends shivers through my spine. How can someone speak that cold? Ron hated the cold. "You're welcome to sleep in the Slytherin Dorms if you want." I shake my head violently. "Okay, at least you're communicating? Can you say something?" I shake my head again. "Okay. Well, I'm here for you. Whatever you need." He sits next to me while I bawl my eyes out. I bawl my eyes out until I have no tears left to cry. I'm really tired, but I don't want to sleep. "Are you taken?" I ask. He shakes his head. I remove my shirt and bra quickly and kiss him. He doesn't move a muscle. Doesn't he get the hint? His back leans against the tub and his legs are extended straight forward. I sigh and sit on his legs, putting my feet next to them on the floor. I grab his shirt and kiss him everywhere hungrily. I move his hands on my breasts. He doesn't move them away, but he doesn't play with them either. What's his game here? Is he not interested in hooking up anymore? I kiss his cheek as softly and seductive as possible. He looks a little amused. "May I remove your clothes?" I ask. He shakes his head no. I groan loudly. I continue kissing him. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask. He shakes his head again. I move a little closer to him. I rest my knees against the sides of his lower back. I wrap my arms around his neck tightly and rest my chin on his shoulders. Maybe my breasts against his chest will make him want to continue. After a while, I've come to terms that he doesn't want to do anything. Maybe he doesn't find me attractive anymore. Or maybe he's got a new shagging partner. Or maybe he still hates me. Why would he be here if he hates me? Maybe he took pity on me. "You can go if you want," I say. He shakes his head again. "Am I too heavy for you? I can get off..." Once again, he shakes his head. I turn my head sideways and move my hands through his hair. I love his hair. I want him to say something to me. "Say something, Draco. Please." He doesn't respond. That one sentence was all I got. He hates me. My heart hurts a little more. I don't have any tears left to cry, though. If I did, I'd be crying. I think I end up falling asleep in this position.