I glared in distaste at the intimate teenagers straddling one another. I mean honestly, I get it's Valentines Day but they look like they are about to just go right at it in the library. Get a fucking room, I don't want to see you fondle each others junk.

I might just be a tad bitter about being single on the most romantic days of the year, but I can't really take back my thoughts considering that even in my right mind, I would never be practically dry humping my boyfriend in public. Not like I really have a choice anyway.

Speaking of boyfriends, I thought shifting my eyes to the couple in the back of the library. There sat my (very new, for the record) ex-boyfriend, George Clarke, and his recent conquest, Vanessa Morris sprawled across his lap while their lips were mangled in a passionate kiss. Walk away Arabella, remove yourself from the situation.

I exhaled and walked out of the library gripping my studies tight to my chest in annoyance as I strolled through the large hall. Six months we dated and it was just fucking thrown away. Piece of shit. Piece of fucking cunt.

I wasn't quite over it, since it only has been two weeks since the break-up. I mean honestly, it just goes to show how much I truly meant to him these past couple of months. Still doesn't mean you don't miss him.

Finally approaching the Fat Lady, I quickly muttered the Gryffindor password and stepped through the passageway into the common room. It was just as loved up as the library and hallways with many teenagers snuggling and only a few others who were doing their own thing. Where are the teachers to control this type of bullshit? Aren't they usually sticklers on teenage hormones? Rolling my eyes and stepping over a random smiling couple on the floor, I walked up the stairs into my room where Fern, one out of my four roommates, was lying on her stomach on the floor reading.

"This is the only place in school where you will not find a couple nearly having intercourse for all to see." Fern stated almost irritably as I sunk down next to her throwing my books to the ground and scoffing in agreement.

Only taking a short glance away from her book to me, she sighed, "You still feel terrible today, aye?"

I nodded in short confirmation and began to fiddle with the end of my hideous plaid skirt. Today was again another one of those days I'd love nothing more than to sink so low into the earth that no one would have to realize my harsh and bitter reality. A majority of George and I's relationship he had cheated on me. It felt like a thousand knives were permanently sunk into my body, and unfortunately I haven't got used to the pain. It honestly feels like I won't ever.

Although I am a true believer that pain needs to be felt in life, I don't necessarily enjoy it. It's one thing to preach about getting over the asshole that clearly has no respect for me, as my friends all have, but another to face it.

"You already know what I'm going to say, but I'm going to say it again," Tossing her book to the side in a floppy mess and turning to face me, she strictly said, "George is scum. It's fine to allow yourself to be upset because he completely fucked up your relationship with him, just please stop the moping and bitterness 24/7! It isn't good for you and I hate seeing my Arabella this way!" Fern set her mouth in an exaggerated pout and wrapped her arms around my shoulders in a form of comforting me. It was the same speech every day, and the thought of her wanting me happy was lovely, but her words peeved me today in a way I can't explain.

Patting her back softly in shy thanks, I slid her arms away and gave her the excuse that I just remembered I needed to go down to the common room to ask Lily a question about the assigned homework given to us earlier today. She nodded and silently went back to reading her book. She, knowing that I obviously just needed some more space, didn't comment on the fact that she knows I'm not that generally invested in homework to ask others about it. This is why Fern is my favorite.

Now to go down to the lake where I can lay alone and cry my already bloodshot eyes out. My life is already over and I'm only sixteen.

As I followed the stairs down from my room, I couldn't help but wonder what went wrong in my past relationship to lead me to being single and lonely on Valentines Day. Why did I get so emotionally invested in George in such a short amount of time? Was it something I did to make him feel smothered or unhappy? I can't put my finger on what exactly I did wrong, but maybe that's the problem. I internally groaned. Fuck this goddamn situation, I just want something unbelievably fattening and sweet and to be left alone while I wither in my bed.

I was only a couple of steps away from stepping into the busy open common room when I heard a whirling noise come from the right of my head. Curious, I turned towards the sound just as a fast spinning object slammed hard right between my eyes, forcing my vision to fade to pitch black.

Waking up with a headache is the worst. But waking up with an insanely harsh migraine and many people talking all at once? A fucking nightmare.

I hissed as I reached up to try and release some stress from my pulsing head. I then felt the tenderness of a nasty bruise make itself known. I blinked my eyes open and began to finally focus on the now individual hushed voice addressing me.

"You feelin' alright, love?" Madam Pomfrey, to my right, offered me a warm smile. I tried to return the welcoming gesture but it ended up forming into a grimace. Besides drowning in angst I'm alright I guess. I turned to my left after remembering hearing others in the room only to see Lily Evans and Fern lounging in wooden chairs around my bed with worried expressions struck across their faces. Uh-

"Um, what exactly happened? Why am I here?"

Lily crossed her legs and then leaned towards my bed with a deep scowl on her feminine features. "The Marauders thought it would be entertaining to play some american football in the common room whilst everyone is about. James missed the catch from Sirius, and you just happened to have been walking down the stairs at the wrong moment when the ball hit you in the face."

Fern gave me a sheepish grin and held my hand in hers. "Today is not your day, babe."

I gave her a snide smile then flinched as Pomfrey began to dab a freezing type of cream onto my swollen forehead. "This will bring down swelling and eventually make the bruise go away completely by the end of the day. It might sting a bit but don't mind it." She finished softly applying it and beamed down at me, "Feel free to leave whenever you feel well enough dear." And with that she left the large room to ourselves.

I swept my long dark hair behind my shoulders and sat up only for my heavy head to pull me back down. Okay ow. I guess the ball hit my head hard because the room is spiraling pretty intensely in front of me. I just want to leave. I felt like I could burst into tears.

So I did.

"Oh!" Fern and Lily jumped up in a slight panic at first sight of my tears and helped shuffle me out of the bed and onto my feet.

"The Marauders as twats, Ara, don't you worry about them I'll-" I cut Lily's sentence off with a loud sob and crumbled into her arms, while Fern cradled my side.

"I-It's n-not them, I-It's everything! I-I-I j-just-" I had officially broke down. I suppose I've been saving it for this moment because I don't know what I'd do without Lily and Ferns arms wrapped around me, figuratively and literally holding me up from falling. Not sure yet how I'll repay them for these last couple of weeks and now.

During my current sob-fest, there was a shuffle of feet towards the entrance of the infirmary and an uncomfortable clearing of someones throat.

"Is she alright?" I heard low pitched voice say behind me. We all turned to find James Potter and Sirius Black standing unusually awkward at the doorway.

Does it look like I'm alright, dip-shit?

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