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Boys Don't Cry

At first Dom doesn't say anything and lets absolutely no reaction appear on her face. She's just looking at me, as if trying to figure out what on earth I'm talking about. I have to admit, she's a good actress.

"Mark who?" is her first question.

I raise my eyebrows at her.

"Mark Matthews – how many Mark's have you said 'I love you' to?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Rosie," she says, but I can see that she's worried, "I really have to go –"

"Dom!" I call as she makes to walk away, "I heard you with him last night! I'm not completely thick!"

She stops walking and turns around to face me.

"Let's not talk about this here," she whispers furiously.

"Where would you suggest?" I whisper back, equally furious, "Because we are going to talk about this."

She sighs and rolls her eyes, as if this is all my problem and I'm dumping it on her. Sometimes she really reminds me of her mother.

"The dorm," she says curtly.

"Now," I reply.

She storms off up the stairs without waiting for me. I don't think she gets that I can't walk quite as fast as I once could, due to the fact that I'm hauling around an extra ten pounds. So I make my way up the staircase towards the Gryffindor Tower by myself. As I'm passing the tapestry that I heard Mark and Dom in last night, I consider taking the short cut. I pull back the tapestry and instantly regret my decision. Jenny and Al are there, kissing as if their lives depend on it. Jenny goes red and pushes Al away when she sees me. Al looks slightly uncomfortable too.

"Oh Christ, get a room would you?" I say, disgusted.

"It's not like we were in the middle of the Great Hall," Al argues, looking extremely pissed at me.

"Did Dom come this way?"

"Does it look like she came this way?" he growls in frustration, his arm still around Jenny's waist.

"Oh well sorry," I say sarcastically and let the tapestry fall back into place before continuing on back up the stairs. Honestly, why do my entire family feel the need to fornicate behind that stupid tapestry?

I trudge up the stairs, finally reaching the Gryffindor tower ten minutes later. Dom's in the dormitory, looking impatient by the time I arrive up. I'm completely breathless, but no need to worry – it's not like I'm pregnant or anything.

"Right, so go ahead," says Dom angrily, "Tell me I'm stupid. Tell me I'm a bitch."

You're a stupid bitch.

"I'm not going to call you a bitch," I say, "It's not my place. But you do realise what you're doing isn't right don't you?"

Dom sighs and flops down onto her bed, and buries her face in her hands.

"I don't know what to do, Rosie," she says, "I thought...I thought I loved Scorpius," she shakes her head, "But then at the Valentine's party he just kept on staring at you...and then I wasn't sure...and then I was dancing with Mark and it felt so right, you know?"

"Who kept on staring?" I ask, because she's not making a whole lot of sense.

"And then after the party Scorpius disappeared off to his dormitory without walking me back to mine," she continues as if she hasn't heard me, "I was so angry that he'd just gone off without even saying goodnight. So then I walked back with James and Fred and Mark...and we stayed up talking in the Common Room...and it just sort of happened. I completely fell for him. But then Scorpius came and apologised the next day and I couldn't just dump him. He was going through such a hard time, what with that big fight you two had."