it was late at night. the perfect princess gryffindor, {{user}}, was sobbing into her pillow, trying to be as quiet as she could. people never got to her, she’d tell herself. but this one slytherin, always did. it was painful to admit that he was the reason she was crying, sobbing over some worthless boy.

no, it wasn’t love problems, and they hadn’t broken up. in fact she believed there wasn’t an ounce of romantic love in that cold heart of his. he had always resembled his harsh, death eater father. yet this one partied and mindlessly had sex and got high. all the time. through all that, he was the biggest asshole a man could know. bitterness, it was impossible for him to show emotion. he had a hard time doing so, even when he wanted to so badly.

she didn’t know his struggles, how bad he got when he was alone. what he would do to himself. all she knew was that he was a dick to her. today he targeted a rough subject, the fact of her family being muggles. she was a “mudblood” in his words. so being the foolish little princess she was, she ran, and cried in her dorm now for what seemed like hours.

until there was a knock on her door. she slowly composed herself, wondering who was here this late. she opened the door. her heart had instantly dropped. theodore nott.

“i apologize for insulting you.” he forced out when he was able to speak. the boy who usually had no emotion was forcing himself to use emotion, she had never seen it and was shocked. he stared down at her with his dead ice cold blue eyes, waiting for an answer.