The tears flowing down my face left an acrid taste in my mouth. Why should I cry over him? He was the one who had cheated on me. He didn't deserve my tears. But I cried anyways. I cried my heart out in great hiccupping sobs. Why hadn't I seen it? Was I so smitten that I thought he could do no wrong?

I now knew that he only saw me as a silly little girl who wouldn't even give herself to him all the way. Did I regret it now, not letting him have his way? I wanted to say no, that I didn't regret it, but really I did. Because I loved him. But he had left me here, curled up in this little alcove by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom crying like it was the end of the world.

I heard footsteps and I forced myself to sob more quietly. Hopefully whoever it was would think it was just Moaning Myrtle mourning herself. But I wasn't that lucky. I was never that lucky. Because Lysander Scamander walked down the hall and spotted me crying in my little alcove.

He must have been looking for me. Maybe he'd heard about the breakup. Was it already spreading through the rumor mill? I couldn't even imagine how awfully it would get twisted if it was.

Lysander didn't say a word, which I was grateful for. He just sat down beneath my little cranny and pulled out some homework from his book bag. I regained what little composure I could and wiped my still streaming eyes on my sleeve. Why couldn't I stop crying?

As if reading my mind, a little pack of tissues floated up in front of me.

"Thank you." I said as evenly as I could. My voice cracked anyways.

Lysander remained silent, regarding me sadly with those deep gray eyes of his. I suddenly felt a great burst of anger towards him. I didn't need his stupid pity.

"Stop it." I said through gritted teeth.

"Stop what?" Lysander asked.

"Looking at me like that! I don't need pity from you Lysander Scamander!"

"It's not pity, Dominique. Sure I feel bad that that scumbag did that to you, but I'm sad because I told you he was no good."

"Oh, so now this is an 'I told you so' moment, is it?"

"Domi, this isn't about me reprimanding you! I'm upset that you didn't listen to what I said but that doesn't matter! What matters is that you're hurting." Lysander's eyes seemed to search mine, "I don't want you to hurt, Dominique."

I looked away from him.

"Dominique…" Lysander's voice was so soft that I could barely hear him.

I didn't say anything. Lysander could never speak to me again if I cared. And I didn't. Not right then anyways.

"Why are you so blind?" Lysander demanded, "Why can't you see what's right in front of your eyes?"

"I didn't know he was cheating on me okay?" I yelled back.

"I wasn't talking about him." Lysander said, then got up and walked away.

It took me a minute to put two and two together. Lysander… liked me…?

I stepped out of the alcove watching his retreating form. He didn't look back at me once.

I looked down at the floor and saw a piece of parchment. It had my name on it. On the inside, there were a bunch of scribbles and ink blots, like he had been having a hard time figuring out what to say. Squeezed in at the bottom were three small words, eight letters.

I love you.

Those words made the acrid taste in my mouth even worse. Because there was no way I could love him back. Not yet anyways. My current wounds were still too fresh. But maybe, just maybe, time would heal.