A/N: Finally, the sequel that I promised is up. Sorry for any delay, but we did find out that the Sproggy is a boy! We are very excited, now to just get my house complete.

If you didn't read Regretfully Yours that's okay, it is not necessary, you will only miss out on minor inside things and some OC background. Though if you want to go and check it out that would be cool The Slash warning is only there for minor mentioning of same sex interests, there will be no actual slash portrayal.

It had been a month, an entire month, since I had last seen Seven. It was the longest we had gone without each other since getting together in fourth year. It was horrible. Don't get me wrong, France was beautiful and fun, but Seven wasn't there. How was I supposed to really enjoy it without my boyfriend? Which is why I so excited when September 1st finally arrived.

I entered the platform 9 and 3/4 and was inundated with sounds and smells that had become so familiar to me after five previous years of boarding this train bound for Hogwarts.

"ROSE!" I heard a screech from behind me and then felt a large weight rush into my back. I stumbled forward a bit and then turned to see one of my best friends, Six, standing before me. I looked over her shoulder, knowing that where there was a Six, there would be a Seven. I was right. Behind her, with his back straight and his black hair sticking up, was Seven. It was rude, I realize this, but I stepped away from Six's embrace and practically threw her aside to get to her twin brother.

He smiled at me in that half smile kind of way that had always made my heart melt, and I ran to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his middle. I leaned up to kiss him, but his mouth was firm and unyielding.

"Hey, can't you wait until I'm gone at least?" My father's voice called from over my shoulder.

No wonder Seven was so stiff. My father had never really seemed to take to Seven. Six he loved, but Seven was the bloke who was trying to corrupt his little girl. Not that he had to try too hard; I will admit that I was a more than willing participant on several occasions.

"Sorry, Dad," I answered as I shot my father an innocent smile. I grabbed Seven's hand and stood beside him as my father approached with the trunk I had abandoned upon seeing Seven.

"I doubt it," he said. Though his voice was firm, his eyes continued to twinkle at me. There was no question about it, I was definitely daddy's little girl.

Seven's hand didn't relax even after my father left to tend to my brother Hugo. I hated when he was tense like this.

"How was France?" Six asked as she pushed her black fringe away from her dark eyes, showing off her heart-shaped face.

"It was okay, though I missed you guys." I squeezed Seven's hand to let him know he was missed a little bit more.

"I'll get our stuff onto the train," he said as he broke away from me and began collecting our trunks. His voice sounded so wonderfully familiar, even if the first words he had said to me were about luggage.

When he was out of earshot I turned to Six, "Is he okay?"

"He's been a grump all week. I'm sure it's nothing, probably just not excited about going back to school. Mum 'n Dad have been really ticked that he isn't continuing with Arithmancy for NEWTS." Six linked her arm with mine and we made our way to the train.

Six and Seven's parents were noted experts in Arithmancy. In fact, they were the writers of my text book for last year's class. They even went as far as to name all ten of their children numbers; One through Ten to be exact. Five graduated last year from Hogwarts, she was starting at University this semester with a major in Arithmancy, and their youngest brother Ten was just starting Hogwarts this year. I could see Ten standing around with his mum and Eight and Nine, all preparing to board the train. I didn't bother to say hi, there was no point. Six and Seven's parents weren't the social type and barely even interacted with their children. In fact, I could tell that it was Eight helping to get Ten's things together while their mum just watched on in disinterest.

We found the compartment my cousin Al occupied with his best friend Gordan. Seven was stowing our trunks above Al's head. We joined them and I sat down leaving Seven's usual space beside the window vacant.

"Hey Rosie Posie," Gordan's pubescent voice broke. He had grown an inch over the summer, something I am sure that he was ecstatic about. Poor guy had been the last one to go through puberty of all the sixth years and was still averaging five foot five inches, even with his new spurt.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Six crossed her arms in indignation.

"Sorry, didn't see you there Six. Rose's hair blocked the view." He winked at her and Six visibly relaxed her pose, though she still held a scowl made just for him.

"Hey! My hair is not that bad today." I brushed my fingers through the messy curls in an attempt to flatten it a bit more.

"It looks fine," Seven said to me as he sat down in the seat that I had left open for him. He wrapped his arm across the top of the bench and I snuggled into the space left between his body and arm. His body was still stiff, but I hoped that the farther away we got from his parents the more relaxed he would become. I hoped in vain. He spent most of the train ride staring out of the window, only piping up to respond to a direct question, and even then his answers were short.

Al and Gordan shared questioning looks with both me and Six, neither one of us able to relay anything. It was the most uncomfortable train ride in all of my years of riding on the Hogwarts Express. That included the one in which I was forced to endure Al's horrible flirting with Hollace Van Strauss, who was only sitting with us to get closer to Jasper Hart, one of my older cousin James' friends.

I tried to hold Seven back when everyone was exiting the train, but he said that he needed to go and take care of his prefect duties, which was crap since he hadn't been taking care of them all train ride. I let it slide, I knew I would get answers from him soon enough. I caught up to Al, Gordie and Six when they were entering one of the horseless carriages that pulled us towards the castle.

"So, what's up with Sev?" Al asked both me and Six once the carriage doors had closed.

She shrugged and just said the same thing that she had told me before boarding the train.

The tension that had existed in the train compartment had eased, though I still felt wary of whatever was bothering Seven. It wasn't like him to be so cold, and my mind kept drifting towards worse and worse possibilities. Six's excuse seemed valid enough, and it wasn't like she was known to lie, but Seven usually didn't let his parent's get to him. Perhaps he didn't get the OWL scores that he had hoped for. His letters had been awfully quiet on that front. Though, his letters had been quiet in general this summer. Mostly filled with 'I miss you's' and 'wish you were here's', but void of most of their open communications of the past.

Then my mind drifted onto the forbidden idea of him having met someone else. I mean, it had been a long month apart, what if some scarlet woman came onto him and he was unable to resist her wiles? That was the worst case scenario, and I brushed it aside easily. If there was one thing I knew about Seven, it was that he was not the cheating kind. Last year when James was caught sneaking off with a fifth year Ravenclaw behind his girlfriend Ivy Thomas' back, Seven wouldn't talk to him for weeks. Even Ivy didn't seem to be too sloughed off about it. Though I think that was because she had been harboring a bit of a crush on Jasper Hart, not that I blame her. That bloke was pretty fit.

The carriage stopped abruptly and all of us were jostled a bit. Six's hand, which had grasped onto Gordie for stability was immediately withdrawn. When I exited the carriage I scanned the crowed for Seven but saw no sign of him. Damn! I would have to wait until after the feast then. I hate waiting.

Six and I pushed through the doors of the Great Hall and fended our way to the Slytherin table as Al and Gordie headed in the opposite direction. It didn't normally affect me, the fact that Al, Gordie, Seven and most of my family were all in different houses than I was, but feasts tended to be real suck fests. It was the only time we were really required to sit with our own houses. Not that anything was wrong with being in Slytherin, or at least that is what my mum tells me. My father, however, loves to make digs about my house. He loves me, I know he does, but I can also tell that he was rather disappointed that neither of his kids ended up in Gryffindor. Not to mention the fact that I wound up in his rival house. Hugo ended up in Ravenclaw; he was a right genius. It was a bit annoying actually.

Six and I sat across from Tabitha Avery. She was in our year and, considering that her grandfather was a Death Eater, she came out pretty normal except her whole anti-anyone not in Slytherin thing. But nobody's perfect.

"Hey, Tabs. How was your summer?" Six asked as we took our seats on the bench.

She flipped her green streaked black hair behind her shoulder and scowled. "Just grand. I got to spend it re-stocking the shelves in Zonko's. Da' made me get a job in order to teach me responsibility, but really he just wanted to spend time with the new bird he's been seeing. Stupid prat."

I was prevented from having to respond to that by Professor Longbottom entering with a bunch of first years. I spotted little Ten right away, his eyes taking in the enchanted ceiling with awe and wonderment. It brought back memories of my first day at Hogwarts, which in all actuality was pretty terrifying, even more so after my own sorting. I noticed that only muggleborns seemed to be able to keep their mouths closed, but perhaps because they didn't really understand the significance of a Weasley ending up a Slytherin. I remember rushing towards the back of the table, head down and heart racing. Tears pooled in my eyes. After years of being told how horrible it was to be a Slytherin, I was terrified. Only one set of eyes seemed at all sympathetic. Six was the very first friend I had made all on my own. I had my family and then I had family friends; those people who had been in my life so long that I don't remember ever actually meeting them. Six and I were like kindred spirits, each of us the only one in our over large families to be sorted in Slytherin.

"Deciles, Ten," Professor Longbottom called out and little Ten shuffled up to the stool that held the ragged, old sorting hat. It was quiet in the hall except for the scattered whispering of fellow classmates who were anxious for the sorting to be over and the feast to actually begin.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted and our table roared with applause, Six and I the loudest of the bunch.

Ten rushed to our side and plopped down in between Six and myself.

"'Bout time one of my siblings came and joined me." Six beamed at her brother.

"Whatever, just glad I am not in Hufflepuff with Eight."

"Don't blame you," it was Tabby who spoke up this time. "Those Puffers are horrible."

Really, she was a nice girl, er... sort of.

"Well, it's good to have you, even though there is absolutely nothing wrong with Hufflepuff." I gave Tabby a squinty glare; she just shrugged and turned back towards the sorting. There was definitely no getting through to that girl.

I have too many friends in Puff to be anti-badger. Speaking of which, I looked over to the Puff table and saw Annie Wentworth, short brown hair curled expertly underneath, sitting with Lysander Scamander, the blonde Scamander twin. His brother Lorcan was the dark one, dark eyes, tanned skin, dark curly hair, and looked just like his dad. Lysander took after his mum, Luna.

Lorcan was in Ravenclaw. I glanced over to that table and saw Lorcan staring up at the ceiling with a bored expression on his face. Nearby one of my other best friends, Adrianna Macmillan, was flirting shamelessly with a seventh year. She flicked her long blonde hair to the side and curled a strand around her dainty pointer finger.

Ade and I went back to before I was even born. My mum and her mum had gone to Hogwarts together, but had never got on until after school when they both had become obscenely pregnant. Ade was a year ahead of me, but her brother Bertram was in my year; in fact he was in my house. Bertram and I, however, were not as close. I didn't technically have anything against the bloke, he was practically like a brother to me, but he reminded me too much of my Uncle Percy, my least favorite Uncle. It must be the glasses, because no one can be as a big of a prat as Uncle Percy.

The sorting seemed to drag on forever, and my stomach grumbled in a not too silent way.

"What?" I asked Six as she gave me the 'did that noise just really come from you?' look. I don't know why she should be so surprised; my body had a plethora of annoyingly loud obnoxious noises that it could make, usually not at my own discretion.

"Nothing," she turned back to the sorting as the final first year took the hat to her head. It sank precariously over her ears and covered the poor girl's eyes. Her short brown curls poked out at the bottom.

"RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouted, and cheers erupted from the table nearby.

The girl whipped the hat off and bounded to the 'Claws, where she plopped by the already sorted firsties.

Ah, now comes the good part. The new Headmaster will speak. Nothing too special about the speech itself, mostly I was looking forward to viewing Professor Barclay a.k.a Professor Hotness. Listen, I am not normally into older blokes, but there is always an exception and Professor Barclay was it. From his dark auburn hair that was graying slightly near his temples, to his square jaw and small wrinkles around his eyes, the man was fit. I wasn't the only one who became more focused as Hotness approached the dais. Almost every girl, and a few guys, suddenly grew very eager to hear everything that was to be said.

"As you all are probably aware, Professor McGonagall has decided to retire. The board, in their infinite wisdom, has decided that I would make a good Headmaster. I hope not to let them down." A couple girls giggled, but they were hushed by the more avid listeners. "I would also like to introduce your new Defense Professor that will be taking my place, Professor Vance." A woman who looked to be no older than 25 stood, her raven black hair cut just above her ears.

There was light applause before Headmaster Hotness started again. "We begin this school year ready and eager to learn more about our magical abilities, but I want to warn those of you are new, and perhaps those who are not so new," at this he looked pointedly at my cousins Lucy and Molly-how Percy had two such daughters, I will never know- "that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds, and that the list of those things not allowed in the castle can be found on Filch's office door. If you want to know where that is, just throw a Fanged Frisbee in the hallway and you will be directed there soon enough." Even more giggles this time. Okay, yes the man was good looking, but c'mon.... laughing at that joke was just lame.

"Tryouts for the house Quidditch teams will be held in two weeks. Your team Captains will be posting their schedules for you in a couple of days. Now, eat up." He sat down and the wonderful food provided to us by those glorious house elves appeared atop our table. I could hardly contain myself from grabbing the largest drumstick available. Okay, who am I kidding, I couldn't contain myself, and why should I? I am still a growing girl. It isn't right letting us starve like that.

I could hear other people around me starting conversations, discussing the 'new blood' or Headmaster Hotness, but I did not participate. One, my mouth was full; two, my mind was much more focused on what in the world could be bothering Seven. I had tried to catch his eye several times, but it was like he was purposely avoiding my glances. What if he had met someone else? Suddenly I didn't feel so hungry anymore. I lay down my fork full of mashed potatoes.

"You okay?" Six asked.

I nodded, unable to do anything else. The idea of him with someone else would not be brushed aside any longer and bile started rising in my throat.

"You don't look so good, Rose." Six spoke loud enough that I noticed a couple of heads peak up and look over. Scorpius Malfoy's eyebrows rose slightly and Hollace Van Strauss shot me a baleful glare. Great, now everyone would hear how I got sick at the feast. Hollace V was the bane of my existence I swear.

"I'm fine," I gritted through my teeth, the sick feeling being squelched by the idea wiping that stupid smirk off of Hollace's smug little face.

I didn't even bother with the pudding, which was really depressing me since there were some of my favorites there. Perhaps I would just pop on down to the kitchens later. I knew the sickness would pass once I found out what was really going on with Sev.

The feast began to wrap up, and Hotness stood once more to release us all. Everyone's eyes seemed to be glazed over from being so sated, so it was a good thing that the new Headmaster decided to keep it short and just directed all first years to their house prefects. Before the Headmaster had officially sent us off to our dorms, I jumped up and sprinted over to the Gryffindor table just in time to catch Seven directing some firsties towards the doorway.

"Can we talk?" I asked as he guided a rather scrawny looking kid towards the double doors.

"Not now Rose, I have to get these kids up to the dorm." His voice was calm, though it still held that reserve that I had been feeling all day.

"I know that. I meant after." I looked up and gave him my puppy dog eyes, which usually got him laughing, though not tonight apparently.

"I guess so; meet you in the Entrance Hall in half an hour." He walked away after the scrawny kid.

"Yeah, sounds good." I mumbled to myself.

"Talking to yourself again? You know that's the first sign of insanity." Lucy smirked at me, Molly not far behind. It was almost uncanny how much alike those two looked, and acted actually. They could almost be twins; both were even born on the same day, just a year apart. I am pretty sure that they are Bill's kids though, because really, who wants to procreate with Uncle Percy?

"Yeah, don't want to see you ending up in one of those mental hospitals. I hear the food is rubbish." Molly smirked and I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Then I better stop, hadn't I?"

They nodded in unison.

"Well off to bed, need to see if any of these new recruits are worth their salt." Lucy winked at Molly and they both headed out of the Great Hall.

I waited for Six in the Entrance Hall. She really could dawdle when she wanted to, and since I noticed that Gordie was still inside I had no doubt as to why she was taking her time. I don't know why she didn't just ask him out herself instead of waiting for him to do it. It wasn't like he wouldn't be interested. I mean Gordie was sweet and all, but it's not as if he has girls banging his door down or anything. Well, except that one time, but I think that had more to do with the green hair dye that he had placed in my cousin Lily's shampoo bottle. Al, who was the only person who could ever calm Lily down when her temper flared, was even unable to quell the fury that had come from his sister. It was a good thing she didn't have her wand on her at the time or our poor Gordie would be missing a head, or other vital body parts.

"So how was Gordie?" I asked Six as she approached my standing place.

Six blushed, "I don't know what you are talking about Rose. I was talking to Al."

"Sure." I winked at her and she turned her head away from me, probably hiding the burgundy color that had just flushed her cheeks.

"How was Seven?" She finally shot back, though my worried stare didn't seem to have the effect that Six had been hoping for. "He's fine Rose, don't worry. It's just mum and dad, I'm telling you."

I tried to believe her, I really did, but a pit that had been forming in my stomach all day was telling me different.

****

Crack. Crack...crack... Crack.

The sound of my knuckles cracking echoed around the deserted Entrance Hall. It was rather balmy outside, and I felt a bit of a chill but had not thought to bring my cloak for this meeting. Seven was running a little late, which did nothing to relieve my frantic thoughts of worry. I heard some footsteps approaching and turned from my spot, my smile wide in greeting, but it wasn't Seven. It was some kid who I think was friends with Hugo, but I couldn't remember his name.

He smiled back at me, though his eyes told me that he thought I was barmy. I was beginning to think I was, too. I had nothing to worry about; Seven was fine. We were fine. There was absolutely no cause for my freaking out.

"Hey," his voice came quietly from behind.

I whipped my head around and my skull cracked against his chin. Not exactly the greeting I had planned.

"Ouch." He turned his head away and rubbed at his chin.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"I know." His eyes shifted around the hall nervously, never focusing on one thing, never focusing on me.

"So you wanted to talk?"

"Yeah, don't you? I haven't seen you for a month," I whined.

"Sure, we can talk." He started walking towards the front doors and I followed him like an obedient puppy.

The cool night air hit me and a breeze blew my curls into my face. I spluttered them out of my mouth.

"So what's up?" He asked as we reached the edge of the Black Lake. He was staring out into the water, still not looking at me.

"What's up? What's up? You're joking right? Why are you being so weird? What's going on?" My voice, if possible got whinier. Even I was getting annoyed with it.

"I don't know what you mean, Rose."

"I mean this," and I pulled him around to face me and tried to kiss him, but his body went frigid once more. "God, you don't even want to kiss me. What the hell is going on?"

"It's nothing, can we just leave it?" He stepped back from me, leaving a few extra feet between us for good measure.

"No, I will not leave it. Tell me!" I demanded, stamping my foot on the ground, an awful trait that I had inherited from my mother.

"Fine, you want to know?"

I nodded.

"I think..." he looked back to the lake, turning completely from me. "I think we should break up."

I felt a cold shot rush through my body that had nothing to do with the temperature outside. I know that I had been thinking this was a possibility all night, but I had never actually thought that it would happen.

"You think we should break up?" My voice was dead, eerily dead.

He turned to look at me, "Yes."

"Why?" My chin quivered. I willed it to stop. I would not cry!

"I just don't think this is working for me anymore. You're a great girl Rose, and I still want us to be friends..."

"FRIENDS? You want us to be fucking FRIENDS? Are you kidding me?" Anger suddenly replaced the sadness that had been creeping in on me, which was good, because I can handle anger. In fact, I am great at anger.

"Rose..." his hand reached out but I flinched back from him. Now he wants to touch me, now that he has broken my heart?

"Don't touch me." I hissed.

He stepped back again, his eyes darted towards the Castle entrance.

"Go." I directed him.

He shook his head and looked at me with worry and sympathy. Well, fuck his sympathy.

"GO!" I shouted at him.

"Are you going to be..."

"Did you hear me? Get the fuck out of here!" He gave me one more worried glance and then rushed back towards the entryway.

My whole body was shaking. I couldn't feel my toes. I watched his shadowy figure retreat from me; my heart throbbed erratically in my chest. I felt my mind disconnect completely.

The next thing I realized, I was at the portal to the Slytherin Common room. I don't remember walking there, or how long I was standing outside. All I knew now was that I needed to get in, to get to bed, but I didn't know the password.

I curled myself up on the floor, leaning my back against the cold stone wall. The tears that were running down my cheeks actually seemed to be warming my skin while they left their salty trails. My body continued to shiver and shake, but I couldn't get my voice to speak loud enough to even attempt to get someone to open the portal. It felt like hours, or maybe it was only minutes later, when a warm hand shook my shoulder. I looked up into the deep brown eyes of Seven. They looked so concerned, so loving. I blinked back tears of joy, joy that he had realized the mistake he made. I focused harder and then took in the rest of his face and realized with a pang that it was not in fact Seven's, but Six's eyes looking down at me with worry and concern.

"Hey!" She sounded as if she were standing on the opposite end of a tunnel instead of right beside me. "Hey, I need some help out here!"

There was some scrambling and then I was lifted up by a pair of strong arms that smelled of soap.

"Put her over there." I heard Six direct to whoever had taken up her call for help.

I was gently placed on one of the corner couches and immediately buried my face into one of the cushions. The person who carried me stood back, but I couldn't be bothered to look up. It didn't matter who it was.

Six came and sat beside me on the couch and rubbed my back in soothing circles. "Hey, Rose..." She whispered into my ear.

I groaned out a weak response.

"Rose... do you think you can walk?"

I nodded my head into the cushion.

"Okay, just hold onto me all right?"

I nodded once again into the couch and then I could feel her hands clasping beneath my arm, trying to pry it away from the comfort of the suede fabric. My body felt stiff and loose all at the same time. My arms were heavy, my head was swimming, and my feet didn't want to listen to me. Another set of hands helped get me the rest of the way into a standing position. They were larger than Six's and a bit colder. I turned my head to see Tabby standing beside me. I tried to give her a smile, but my lips seemed to enjoy their quivering state.

When I turned back towards Six, I noticed that the people in the common room were in various stages of looking at me. There were those who were polite and only peeking out of the corners of their eyes, and then there were those who couldn't have taken their eyes off me if they tried. Last, there was Hollace Monstrous. The bitch was grinning as she watched Six and Tabs take me towards the girls dormitory. Bertram, Scorpius and Gates, some of the sixth year guys, were standing back beside the couch that I had just left. None of them looking in my direction.

God I was pathetic. The thought didn't stop me from being so, though. The tears continued to fall and my body continued to be wracked with uncontrollable sobbing. Not to mention my heart, which literally felt as if it had been torn in two. There is no doubt that the phrase 'die of a broken heart' could very well happen. If my body continued to ache in this manor I don't think I would be able to stand it.

The girls prodded me into bed, my trunks having been brought up during the feast.

Hollace was close behind. I turned my head instead of watching her stand in the doorway with that evil smirk on her wretchedly perfect face.

"C'mon Holls, let's go back downstairs." Jocelyn, our fifth dorm mate called to Hollace.

"Why? And miss all the fun we could be having right here?" Her voice was cold, just like the rest of the Ice Queen.

"No... I just thought I saw Scorpius giving you the eye earlier."

Jocelyn was actually pretty decent when she didn't have her head shoved up Hollace's arse... which wasn't often.

"I've seen enough already, anyway." The Ice Queen said and then I heard two pairs of footsteps head down the hall.

The door slammed behind them. "Stupid bint!" Six's voice rang through the room.

"Yeah, especially since I know for a fact Scorpius wouldn't eye her if his life depended on it." Trust Tabby to always be so matter of fact in situations like this.

I turned my tear stained face towards them, and Tabby wiped away the small self-satisfied smile that had been growing since her comment.

"Blimey. Rose, you look like shite! What the hell happened to you?"

Six shot her a glare.

"Sev," I hiccupped, "broke," hiccup, "up" hiccup, "with" hiccup, "me" hiccup/sob. Damn it, I needed to get control here.

"No!" Six and Tabby said in unison.

I could only nod.

"No, there's no way." Six was defiant. She paced around the room. "I'm going to kill that wanker of a brother. How could he?"

I couldn't answer. How the hell was I supposed to know? Me and my delusional self this morning were anxious and excited to see him, little did I know that he was just waiting to be able to dump me. And I brought it all on. Maybe if I hadn't pushed him so hard to tell me what was wrong? Maybe he would have just let it all blow over. Why did I have to be so whiney? Why did I have to ask so many questions? Why did this have to hurt so badly?

"He was a tosser anyway." Tabby said, to which Six looked undecided about agreeing with her, after all he was still her brother.

"No he wasn't. He was the love of my life!" I shouted. Damn, dramatic much?

"I highly doubt that." Tabby said in her rational voice.

Again I noticed Six's torn look. God, this sucked. How am I supposed to talk to my best friend about my ex when my ex is her twin brother?

"Look, you're sixteen years old. You'll get over it. My father is 47 and he gets over it all the time... and under it for that matter."

Normally her caustic remarks would garner at least a chuckle, but tonight I feared there would be no laughter to release me from my anguish. I wish they would both just leave me alone to wallow. I pulled my duvet over my head in an effort to hint at my needing space. It didn't work. The duvet was ripped off my head and I saw Tabby and Six both standing over my bed.

"I will let you sulk tonight, but don't you think you are going to get to cry all freaking semester. With Hollace already being a nuisance, I don't need another one. Hear?"

Why did I like Tabby again?

"It'll be okay, Rose," Six's calming tones soothed, "I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding. We'll work it out tomorrow."

God, how I wished I could believe her, but she hadn't seen the pity in Seven's face as he had told me it was over. There was no question in my mind that our relationship was at an end. The thought renewed my tears, and as the girls finally left me to my misery, I let the horror of it all overwhelm me.

A/N: I must know what you think. I have never written a story riddled with so many OC's. Nor have I ever attempted a 1st person POV, so please all feedback is very much appreciated.

Thank you's go out to my wonderful Beta Georgia Weasley who has taken on this project for me as well. Also to Princess Padfoot for kicking me in the arse to get this posted.