It was happening again. My sister came, swooping close to me on her broom, determined to score against me. I smirked then plowed towards her. She fell, I screamed, and my parents shouted and blamed me for the tragic accident.

I shouted, got shook awake, and finally opened my watery eyes.

"What are you doing in my bed?" Draco asked nonchalantly, towering over me intimidatingly.

"Oh no, this is yours?" I questioned, wiping away the tears from reliving my sisters death.

"Yeah, now answer my question, L/n."

"I didn't mean to, I just laid down because... well, that's beyond the point. I laid down and I - I - I didn't know!"

"It's fine, just leave," he demanded.

"Gladly," I retorted, unlocking my stubborn reputation once again.

I stood up and looked out the window, it was pitch black out while the moon shone minuscule light into the boys dormitory.

"Why were you out so late?"

"Oh y'know, this and that," he vaguely replied.

"Yeah, I know exactly what this and that is, Malfoy."

"That's... 'beyond the point.'" He grinned, restating my words out loud.

"Whatever."

I took a look around the room and it seemed like Blaise and Draco had it all to themselves.

Daddy's money.

Blaise was sound asleep in his bed and softly snoring. I didn't want to have him wake up in the morning with me gone and Draco in his own bed, but I sure wasn't staying, not after Draco tried to conjure up another conversation about my sister and would possibly do it again.

"Are you going to leave or keep looking around? Don't you have to get to your weasel boyfriend anyway?" Draco spat.

"He's not —" I began. "Yeah, I'm leaving," I finished, not wanting to explain the complication to Draco.

"Great, don't let the door hit you on the way out."

"Don't make me hit you again."

I heard a scoff and I headed out of the door immediately. I quietly went down each step until I got to the dim common room, though lit with the small firelight. I headed back to my dorm, heard Pansy twist and turn, then laid in my own bed for what felt like the first time in weeks. The soft pillow felt like laying on a cloud and the blanket was warm as can be. The dark took over and I slept in peace the remainder of the night.

"Get up!" Pansy screeched.

"I'm up! What's wrong?" I groaned.

"You're going to miss breakfast and Blaise told me that he has something to tell us but he won't tell me until you are there! So get up come down!"

"Give me a couple minutes."

I threw the blanket off of my legs and miserably trudged over to my closet to grab my robes. The usual daily routine occurred and I brushed my teeth, my hair, and put on my clothes. Once I finished, I slipped on my shoes and walked to the great hall sleepily. My motivation seem to dwindle lower each day.

"There you are!" Pansy squealed as I sat next across from her and Blaise.

"I never knew you could be so excited to see me," I sarcastically spoke.

"Not now Y/n — I have some news for the pair of you ladies." Blaise spoke gently.

"What is it? Tell us!" Pansy begged.

"Well, you two are invited to stay with me over the summer."

"I'll be there!" Pansy said immediately.

"I mean — I suppose I could go. My parents don't want me home anyhow," I said.

"I want you to be with me though."

"A summer with Blaise and Pansy? Interesting."

I ate breakfast quickly and headed to class, feeling somewhat excited for staying at Blaise, but still sad over the fact that I didn't have a stable household to go to.

"It is December, the winter's beginning month. This month, love will strike, snow will fall, and heartbreak will devastate many of those around us. Mistletoes will break bonds, and form them as well. This month is a time to look into your inner soul, listen to what is deep down, and find the motivation to hunt it. This is the love month, we will be focusing on bonds, love, and even our so-called friends. Our inner feelings will be revealed and hopefully you will be truthful to yourself. This winter break I would like you to write down every bond that breaks and every bond that forms. I will evaluate each paper when we get back in January's," Trewlany spoke.

"Awesome!" Pansy giggled as we left the classroom. As I had a free period, I went to the library to finish some work. I worked tremendously harder than I ever had and got caught up with all of my assignments except the most recent divination one. The bell rang as I had finished, signaling me to head to Hagrid's class.

I walked outside, noticed the whomping willow swish around in the wind, then I tugged tightly on my coat, trying to maintain as much warmth as I possibly could.

"Hi," I said to Blaise as I met him outdoors.

My hair whipped violently and I attempted to tame it but gave up, as it fought back.

"Morning," he said while chattering his teeth aggressively.

"What ar' you two doin' down here?" Hagrid howled.

"Were here for class!" I said, loud enough for him to hear me over the heavy wind dancing through the sky.

"Class was cancelled, did no one tell yer?" Hagrid asked.

"No," Blaise said while rubbing his arms to create friction from under his coat.

"Get yer selves inside! It's gettin' colder every momen' and the wind is pickin' up."

"Bye, Hagrid," I yelled while sprinting back to the warm indoors with Blaise at my side.

"Hi," I said to Blaise once we got inside, panting like tired dogs that just played hours of fetch.

"You already said that."

I laughed. "Shut up."

"I was scared for a moment this morning. Draco said he was staying somewhere else tonight so I didn't think it would be a problem for you to stay in my dorm. I woke up and he was laying there and I thought — well — maybe for a moment — you were — er — in there with him," Blaise nervously mumbled.

He then slightly laughed and took off his coat while walking towards the common room. I followed right behind him.

"Absolutely not."

"What'd he do to make you so angry this past week anyway?"

"Well — he brought up Eleanor," I muttered.

"Ahh, but he didn't know! You need to give him a chance. I despised him just as much as you do but when he helped me out, I realized he wasn't as bad as I thought."

"Blaise, c'mon. You know me better than anyone else in the wizarding world. It's a sensitive topic and I've already asked him once not to bring it up but look where we are now."

I waved my hands in the air to represent "where we are."

"It's your call but I think that we could all be friends. Even the Gryffindor's that you've been so fond of."

"Maybe in another reality, but to even imagine Malfoy getting along with Harry Potter is absurd — and you know it."

"Maybe not so much them, but Hermione could settle any tension. Can we at least try to all get along, even Pansy?" he pleaded.

"Of course we can try, I'm just saying it won't work," I replied simply.

"We'll see about that."

He spoke the password out loud and the Slytherin door opened as we expected. The green decor greeted us as we entered and crowds of students were scattered across the room.

"It's too crowded in here," I complained while setting my book bag in the corner of the room.

"For once, I agree with you."

"I'm actually going to go visit Ron. See you later?"

"Sure."

I turned around out of the Slytherin common and walked down the dungeon hall to the stairs. Once I arrived at the stairs I climbed them forcefully and took deep breaths as I inched closer to the hospital wing door. There was an uneasy feeling growing in my stomach.

Do I really want to do this? Of course! You know he doesn't feel the same. Calm down.

Be brave. Be a Gryffindor. Just for today.

I finally convinced myself to go in, take a sharp inhale, and open the hospital wing doors. They opened, as I knew they would but hoped deep down that they would remain sealed. With my breath staggering, I slowly walked in. Every step made me more anxious to get this over with.

The curtains were closed so I drew them carefully open to see the boy whose heart was about to be, unfortunately, shattered. He had been staring at the ceiling but when the curtains opened, he glanced at me and smiled widely. It hurt so much to see his eyes lit up, but I knew the truth behind those eyes, which broke me. His eyes lit up much more for another girl: my most recent best friend.

"Hey, is it almost time for lunch?" he greedily asked.

"Oh — yes, almost," I said, startled once he spoke.

"Great. What's up with you?"

"Ron we need to talk about something."

I kept my head facing my feet as I spoke, hoping not to crack in front of him.

"Ok," he said warily. "Go on then."

"Ron, I see the way you smile when she makes a joke. I see the way you shift uncomfortably in a chair when you hear that she's wandered off with Draco. I see the way your eyes light up when she's telling you a story about her muggle family or what she plans on doing in the afternoon," I said, glancing at him a few times but ultimately keeping my head down.

"That's — bloody — nothing," he defended.

"Ron, stop lying to yourself!" I shouted, an unexpected feeling of betrayal rush through me. "You can't help who you fall in love with."

"But — what about us? After everything? You know we aren't just friends!"

"We are now."

I walked away, miserably closing the curtains behind me and storming off to Moaning Myrtles abandoned bathroom, all the while filled with rage and despair.

Why me? I'm so tired of everything.

I sat on the floor, my hands in my face. Myrtle even came next to me and sobbed, making me feel worse. I felt numb after some time — hours maybe? All of the crying stopped and all that was left was remaining sadness and regret. I stared at all the stall doors for quite some time, zoned out completely from reality.

I snapped back into reality when shuffling feet and muttering from outside the bathroom door caught my attention. Packs of students, traveling like wolves, walked past the bathroom door and headed to dinner.

I had skipped all my afternoon classes and sat in the bathroom ranting to Myrtle (who had dreadful advice) and feeling sorry for myself.

After hearing the voices faintly down the hall, I realized that I needed to at least try and move on, maybe talk to my friends. I at least owed it to myself, if anyone else.

The footsteps died down. I jumped up from the floor, looked in the mirror and splashed my face to look more lively, frowning at my appearance afterward. I then attempted a fake smile, concealing the dreadful events that occurred.

I decided to skip dinner and go to my dorm. My bag was in the common room where I had left it before the incident with Ron. I seized it, slugged it over my shoulder, and walked up the small steps to my dorm. To my delight, it was completely empty. I sat at my small desk next to my bed and grabbed my Divination worksheet out of my bag, knowing that I could already fill some of it out.

Question 1 & 2:

I picked up my quill, slightly shaking, and began to write under the second question.

Ron Weasley.

A single tear slipped from my eye as I wrote the "y" in his last name. It dripped gracefully onto the paper, leaving a small water print. I left the paper sitting on the desk and walked into my bathroom with a small pile of clothes in my hand and a towel on top.

I took off my robes and jumped into the warm shower that I had just prepared. I rinsed my hair thoroughly and got the sudden urge to shout. At Ron. At the world. At myself.

Once I got out, I dressed myself in sweatpants and a jumper and climbed into my warm blankets that were always keeping me company when nobody else could. After awhile of staring at my ceiling and overthinking, I fell asleep around nine at night.

My sister haunted me once again. The usual routine happened: screams, falling, death. Blood gushed from her limbs and my parents shouted at me violently. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to wake myself up. Luckily it worked, though I was in tears. I checked the time — three. I sighed and decided on going down to the common room, as I had gotten plenty of sleep and didn't plan on it again for awhile.

I threw the blanket off of me and tip-toed around my dorm, making sure not to wake Pansy and Daphne who were sound asleep probably dreaming of boys or butterflies. Either of those would make me happy; anything other than seeing my sister or being reminded of Ron would bring me loads of joy.

I quickly walked around their beds, grabbed my wand, and walked down the dorm hallway. After I reached the stairs that connected to the common room, I jogged down them and entered the common room. It was pitch black. I was convinced a dementor couldn't have been able to find its way around.

"Lumos," I whispered.

The tip of my wand lit up the room immensely and I made my way over to the couch, but not before lighting up the fire and releasing the light from my wand. The cold, green, depressing room instantly filled with warmth as the fire turned on.

Must be magic.

I wondered if Blaise and the trio (minus Ron) went looking for me at all this afternoon. I sighed as more overbearing thoughts invaded my brain. I sprawled all the way down on the couch and relaxed. It was difficult not to think about Ron, so I didn't fight it. All of our dates rummaged through my head, all of our silly fights, and our kiss. He was my first kiss and now it felt as worthless as a wand without it's rightful owner.

Hours on end I sat there thinking, and eventually I fell asleep in that comfortable position, hoping that I wouldn't wake up to a room full of whispers and stares. But boy oh boy — could I be any more unfortunate?