A couple months ago you and Harry had broken up. At first he didn’t take it seriously, he thought it was just the same old story where you’d be apart for a few days before you snuck back in through his bedroom window and things were fine again. Not this time.

He came to school every day and you scarcely looked in his direction. He knew he screwed up, and he wanted you back. Bad. But what could he do? The argument that had caused the break up was bad but…was it unresolvable?

He came to school one morning, greeted with the sight of you talking to…someone else. The guy who he specifically told you he didn’t like? Oh hell no. Hell. No.