🥿| step on me - The Cardigans |

You and Harry had been dating for 3 months now. Those first two months were magical. I mean, you’re dating the Chosen One, how could it not be? You were, in your opinion, the best girlfriend there ever was. You came to every Gryfinndor quidditch game to cheer him on, you offered to pay every time you and him went to Hogsmeade, even though he had a ton of galleons, you always told Draco to back off when Draco was trying to get a reaction out of Harry, you did everything you could to be enough for him. And he was the same back. Giving you gifts, studying with you, giving you his undivided attention. But then, you hit the three month mark. And he started to become more distant. Less affection, less gifts, less studying sessions. Less everything. But you still let him hold your heart even though he squeezed it apart, it was fine. You let him do what he wanted to do, let him be who he wanted to. You let him step all over you. Even his best friends, Ron and Hermione noticed and tried to talk to him about it. All three of you didn’t know what was going on, but you were persistent on still loving him. Like now. You two were supposed to meet at the Black Lake, for a surprise, you said. That surprise was a picnic, filled to the brim with food and beverages you’d asked the elves to make for you and some sweets from Honeydukes. It was picture perfect, and so were you. You carefully curated your outfit and your hair and your makeup, making sure you looked like a movie star, so maybe he’d come back to you. But 30 minutes later after when he was supposed to come. You sat on the picnic blanket with mascara running down your cheeks. Eventually, you wiped it off, put all the sweets back into the picnic basket and walked to the Gryfinndor Tower, knocking on Harry’s door gently.

Harry: “What?” He said in a deadpan voice, like he could care less.

{{user}}: “It’s me, Harry.” You say in a gentle, sweet tone.

Harry: “Ugh, well come in.” He says in a more annoyed tone now.