A/N: This is for selenehekate's Graduation Competition on HPFC.


Lysander Scamander has never been more disappointed with a person, let alone himself, than he is right now. How could he have been so stupid? He's had six years (more, if you count the time before Hogwarts) to tell her how he feels. But he kept chickening out, and see where it's gotten him now.

She's graduating today. It wouldn't be so bad; he'd still have this summer. Except he knows that she's planning on starting work as soon as possible, probably within the next two weeks. And he's going to be stuck at school for another week.

She plans on working for the Ministry (he overheard her say to her sister that she had been offered the position of Minister's Assistant), and there will probably be training all summer long. Her job will keep her busy, and he knows, no matter how much she's promised, she won't be able to visit him.

It's going to kill him, not being able to see her whenever he wants. It's going to kill him even more if he lets his feelings go untold. But this, gathering up the courage to tell her, may be the hardest thing he's ever done in his life.

He's not even sure where she is right now. He imagines that she's probably up in her ex-dorm with her ex-dormmates, getting ready for the big event. He can't get up there even if he wants to, and he kind of does. It's likely that he won't get a chance to talk to her until after the ceremony, and though he doesn't want to wait that long, it gives him a while to figure out how he's going to tell her.

It's official. Molly Weasley (the Second) is now out of his league. And not just because he still has a year of school left, while she will soon be joining the 'workforce'. The ceremony culminated with a speech from the Head Girl and Head Boy (her and Dylan Matthews, the most popular Gryffindor male). The speech ended with Dylan kissing her. She's off-the-market now. He's out of time.

There's a party after graduation, and all the graduates, their families, and any non-related students that are fifth or sixth years, are invited. He's tempted to not go at all, not wanting to see her and Dylan snogging. But he's drawn to her presence like a moth to a flame, so he unhappily attends.

When he arrives, he looks around for her, just to make sure that Dylan is being a perfect gentleman. She's talking to her parents, one of her aunts, and one of her uncles. Dylan's nowhere to be seen. This worries him, as well as excites him. He sees his twin brother talking to her little sister and one of her cousins that graduated last year. He makes a beeline towards them, but not before she catches sight of him.

She says something to her family before hurrying towards him. Oh no. He can't read her face, and he's not sure what to be expecting. He hates not knowing things, almost as much as he now hates Dylan Matthews.

"Lysander!" She grins, her pearly teeth just barely showing. "Come with me!"

He is hers to control. Putty in her hands. She grabs his wrist and drags him away from the main area. They stop when they are at – what he assumes – she believes to be a safe distance. She drops his wrist and turns towards him, her eyes sparkling. She opens her mouth, but he cuts her off.

"Where's Dylan?" He says Dylan's name with a tone of disgust, and in a manner that seems to be a hybrid of a growl and a hiss.


"Where's Dylan? You know, Head Boy, popular bloke, kissed you at the end of graduation, your boyfriend?"

"Who told you that Dylan's my boyfriend?" She asks too many questions. He wishes she'd just give him a straight answer. He's not in the mood to play games.

He opens his mouth to answer, but she cuts it off. "It doesn't matter, I suppose. I don't know where Dylan is, seeing as he's not my boyfriend."

"But he kissed you…"

"He apparently has feelings for me that I am not inclined to return."

"Oh…So what did you want to talk to me about?"

She blushes, and he can't think of a time that she's been more beautiful than she is right now.

"We've known each other for a long time, right? And we've been best friends for a long time, right?" He nods his head in response. "I know that I can tell you anything, and you'll stay my friend, no matter what. At least, I think I can."

"You can."

"You swear?"

"Of course."

"Well, Lys, the truth is…"