Summary: You're the eldest Weasley daughter, and you're dating Draco Malfoy. Secrerly. Rumours of him and Pansy dating start circulating Hogwarts, and you decide to end it. (Based on "Don't call me angel" by Ariana Grande, Miley Cyrus and Lana Del Ray).
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The whispers were everywhere. She tried her hardest to ignore them but they had made their home in her head. Her eyes filled with tears threatening to spill but she swallowed them back, her throat burning from the pressure. She made her way to their usual meeting spot, slowly pacing in front of the room of requirement, and stepping inside once the door appeared. She shut the door behind her and slid down the wall next to it, finally releasing the tears. She took a few deep breathes and pulled herself together, drying her tears. She stood, fixed her uniform, then made her way to the couch in the middle of the room, perching herself on the edge and practicing what she was going to say in her head.
Draco slipped into the room, unnoticed by anyone outside, and stood staring at his girlfriend. His heart skipped at beat at how the fire picked out all the gold highlights in her ginger hair, how she held herself elegantly even when she was sitting. He made his way over to her, a small smile on his lips and his grey eyes soft, drinking in the sight of the beauty in front of him. He placed his hands on her shoulders, kissing the top of her head and staring at her confused when she stiffened under his touch.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She still hadn't turned to look at him, which worried him to no end. His heart thumped erratically in his chest, feeling like it was about to break. He moved to sit in front of her and was taken aback by her red eyes, and the coldness that had replaced her usual warmth.
"Angel, talk to me." He pleaded.
"I-I don't get it. What's wrong? Babe, just talk to me please." He could feel the tears starting to make themselves known, but he refused to let them fall.
"Shouldn't you be calling Pansy babe?" The confusion and shock was nearly too much for Draco to handle.
"What do you mean shouldn't I be calling Pansy babe?" He snapped sounding a bit harsher then he had planned. "Why would I be calling Pansy babe? Last time I checked she's not my girlfriend, you are!"
She could feel the glare settle in her eyes at his words.
"Am I? Because if I am, how come everywhere I turn I'm hearing people talking about you and Pansy kissing, or you and Pansy dating, or you and Pansy hooking up, or how she's been telling people that you're a sex god? Did you hook up with her because we haven't gone past kissing yet? Is that it? I mean, she's never made it a secret that she likes you, and as far as everyone knows you're single!" She took a breath, becoming aware of the tears on her cheeks and blurring her vision. She looked to boy who she had fallen in love with, surprising herself, and her heart broke as she took in the tears that had slipped from his eyes. He reached for her hand but she pulled away from his touch.
Draco couldn't stand the sight of her in tears, he needed to hold her, to make her feel better, but she was pulling away from him. He wasn't sure where she had heard all this crap, but his heart was breaking. He loved her with every fiber of his being. He had been a boy obsessed since the day they met. They had been together nearly a year now and it was the happiest year of his life. She was the brightest thing in his life.
"Where did you hear all that?"
"Everyone else in the castle. They've been talking about it all day." His heart stopped. He could tell from the look in her eyes where this was going, he could just tell.
She took a shuddering breath in, then straightened herself. She looked Draco in the eye and said the words that tore both their hearts to shreds.
"I can't do this anymore. We're over."
And she walked out of the room, leaving Draco on his own in tears, feeling empty and numb, not having the strength to move.
She fled back to her dorm, throwing herself on her bed and closing the curtains, muttering the silencing charm as she did so. And then she broke completely, the once bubbly and sarcastic girl now broken.
And the slytherin Prince, still in the room where she had left him, was nothing more then a shell.
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