them forgeting you guys'
anniversary...

• 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

5/5/21. A date that, for me, will never be forgotten.

It changed my and Tom's life for the better; the day he asked me to be his. And the day I accepted with the biggest smile on my face.

And the day that would be celebrated today! In my nicest dress and hair done.

It was my turn to plan our anniversary this year; Tom still said that it was his job, but I didn't want to feel like a burden.

I had planned a date in our favourite restaurant. It might seem basic, but it meant a lot to us.

Plus, I had made it special. I had rented out the restaurant for us for 3 hours. More intimate.

Obviously that the workers would still serve us food, but it would be just us two to enjoy the time.

He knew about the restaurant plan, not that I rented it out and stuff. Nice surprise, huh?

And insisted on picking me up at my dorm anyway. 6pm sharp.

6:15...

Maybe he's running late.

6:30...

Okay, strange.

6:45...

And I was there at my dorm still waiting for him.

I sighed, my lips quivering as tears prickled my eyes.

I hadn't talked to Tom today, it was Saturday and so there was no classes.

He had a few things to do beforehand, and so we decided to just meet and say hello when he picked me up.

All of this had distracted me from the fact that... yeah, he probably forgot it.
Always busy. He's a busy, busy man.

Too busy for me. Too busy for us.

I soak up my tears with a tissue, deciding to call him.

I was a little angry, I won't lie. But complete sadness and... lonliness took over me.

He was my priority, with my whole heart. He couldn't say the same for me by the looks of it.

"Hey, sweethe- Are you crying?" He said, hearing me sniff.

"Y- Yeah. I just wanted to say that you don't have to pick me up. I've canceled the resta-"

"Oh my gosh. Y/n, I'm picking you up now, don't cancel anything. I lov-"

I hung up on him, locking my dorm door and securing it with magic for safe measure.

I cry harder when I hear his knock on my door and pleads for me to let him in. He doesn't give up.

I think he's there for a good 40 minutes before letting me know where he was gonna be. As if I was going after him.

-

It sucked more that he had already run errands, wasn't busy or anything. He just forgot. Forgot me, forgot our plans.

15/6 unfortunately ended in tears this year which made me - makes me - indescribably upset.

I didn't speak to Tom for like a week after that. But I was still receiving flowìers and chocolates three times a day.s

I should probably speak to him. He's tried but I'm just so hurt that I always walk away from him.

I should speak to him. There's no point being like this with my boyfriend. I love him and should clear things up.

I knock twice on his dorm door after curfew. I'm wearing just pijamas with my hair down.

He answers the door, rubbing his eyes with just shorts on and eyes visibly lighting up when seeing me.

And then...

• 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 •

"It's cold, baby. You nearly here?"

I said, rubbing my arm and waiting for Draco on the park bench. It wasn't dark yet, but the sun was setting.

"Uhh." He chuckles uncomfortably. "Where, baby? Did we have something planned?"

I frown, heart beating a little faster in worry that he's... of course he hasn't. He's playing around with you.

25/1/22. The date engraved on the pendant hanging on my neck and the date forever engraved in my heart.

It was funny because he had planned this years anniversary.

In our spot; the local park. We've been coming here for walks ever since we started dating.

We've been here through every season; autumn, summer, spring & winter. The memories here are just beautiful.

"Is that a joke?" I ask. Fight ot flight mode on.

"I... What were our plans, babe? I don't remember."

Don't cry. You're in public, Y/n.

I bite my lip. "Happy anniversary, Malfoy. I really enjoyed today." I say, voice shaky before hanging up.

I walk back to the castle, handbag hanging from my shoulder as I hug myself, feeling even colder.

As soon as I step into the castle, I see blonde hair walking toward me. He's far enough away to not have seen me, so I take a shortcut, tears streaming.

I can't believe he forgot this. He planned this. We - well, it seems like only I - were so excited for this date.

It's so special to me and I just feel so terrible. I feel forgotten.

I step into the common room, sniffing. I see his friends murmering and looking up at me, waving me over.

"What?" I snap.

"You alright, darling? I thought you and Malfoy would've been out today." Blaise says and I shake my head.

"We won't be going out for a long while. And I'll be fine." I say, turning snd going to my dorm.

And I mean that.

-

"Y/n. Please let me talk to you." I hear Draco knock on my door for the 23rd time today. It's 10am.

I don't respond, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to ignore him. Why should I talk to him?

I'm angry now. Angry because he clearly doesn't think of me as I do him. He didn't remember me.

He was probably laying in bed, on his phone while I was waiting for him like an idiot at the park.

After about 2 hours of cleaning my room and getting ready, I decide to leave my dorm and go eat.

As soon as I open the door, a tall strong figure clouds my vision. Blonde. Light eyes.

Was he waiting here?

"Draco. Leave."

He engulfs me in a hug, holding me tight and...

• 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 •

I reapply my lipgloss for the 5th time, waiting for Enzo.

He's run a little late before, but never this late.

I've been sitting here for 40 minutes, basically hogging the restaurant table at this point.

7/11/20. The day that genuinely changed my life for the better, giving me a best friend for life.

And, I can't delude myself anymore thinking that Lorenzo is still getting ready or is running late.

He's forgotten.

The waitress comes over again, also for the 5th time.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat? To order?"

I politely decline, and she gives me an apologetic look when I say I'll be leaving.

Grabbing my handbag, I think about how... rude Lorenzo just was. Standing me up. On our anniversary.

We had been planning for ages. And for him to just... leave me waiting like that really sucked.

I walked back to the castle, the frosty weather embracing me better than Lorenzo has today.

I hope and wish that my face doesn't look too red and puffy from the crying I've been doing on the walk back.

If my friends see my like this, they'll know what happened because I haven't shut up about this date.

And if Lorenzo sees me like this... only God knows how that would go for both of us.

-

I walk into the common room. It's pretty late so I expect no one to be here.

Yet, the lights are on and Lorenzo is there with all his friends. I sigh, picking my pace up but it's too late.

"Hey, swee- why are you crying?" Lorenzo instantly gets up, walking over to me.

"Don't- Leave me alone." I say, shrugging him off when he tries to hug me.

His friends start murmering but I don't care. Lorenzo still isn't remembering.

"Lorenzo! Quit!" I say loudly when he continues trying to hug me. He frowns, visibly upset.

"What happened?" He insists.

"Our anniversary! Today! We literally planned a date, we were talking about this yesterday!" I snap, slamming my dorm door behind me, not giving him a chance.

I hear him curse himself, before proceeding to knock on my door. Not knock; bang.

This man was stressed. And he had every motive to be because I was very hurt and very irritated with him.

"Quit, Lorenzo!" I yell when he keeps knocking snd trying to explain himself for 20 minutes.

I hear him sigh shakily, voice cracking. "Y/n, please."

I don't respond, my lips quivering ss I slump down on my bed. That's the end of what was meant to be a great night.

-

"Y/n, please. Talk to me. I'm begging you." Lorenzo pleads, visibly just as sad as me too.

Me and Enzo sit next to eachother in History Of Magic; seating chart.

I was ignoring him, but I still had to brush his hand off of my waist or thigh every 5 minutes which was... bitter.

"Stop! For fucks sake, you're digging your grave even deeper, Lorenzo!" I snap, getting more annoyed.

After class, I decided to study a little on a bench outside. But of course I couldn't study.

Enzo filled my whole mind. And aslo the seat next to me. Just my luck.

"Y/n, let me explain." He said, shuffling closer to me.

"You have 3 minutes." I say, giving in and avoiding eye contact with him.

He smiles softly, and starts speaking...

• 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 •

23/4/21. The date that connected me and Blaise. A date that deserved to be celebrated every year.

And a date that would unfortunately fall on a Tuesday this year which meant that we could only do something in like 3 days.

But we would still spend lots of time together today and we have lots of classes together today.

I put a little more jewelry on, rolled ny skirt up a little and put some extra charm into my hair.

No makeup, though. Just some lipgloss to kiss his lips.

I did find it a bit strange that I didn't wake up with a text or flowers, but maybe he was surprising me.

I practically skip next to my friends, searching for my boyfriend. I spot him leaning on a wall next to an empty classroom, on his phone.

I walk over to him, hugging him tight.

"Hey, gorgeous. You look extra pretty today."

I smile, holding back a frown. "Obviously I do. Today is the one day that I have to look pretty." I hug him tighter.

"You're always pretty. But why today, baby?" He says, pulling away and holding my hand instead.

I think that the only reason I didn't cry on the spot was because my body didn't let me; I was in public.

"I... just felt like it." I force a smile, squeezing his hand. He kisses my lips, holding my hand to walk to our first class together.

My mood just completely changed from then; kind of quiet but not so obvious that I was upset.

-

"You're quiet today." Blaise says for the 6th time today.

"Just thinking." About how I'm just humiliated to all of my friends who knew about today.

That my boyfriend forgot about our anniversary. The one day that I was meant to look pretty for.

"And what have you been thinking about the whole day?" He asks, poking my hips.

I giggle softly. "I don't know." I mumble and he chuckles.

"Do you wanna hang out in my dorm after classes?"

I look into his eyes. He really is clueless.

"No, Blaise. That's okay." Shit, why the rude tone Y/n?

The first red alarm: I called him by his first name. I never do that. It just came out, though.

"I... Did I do something?" He shuffles closer to me on the bench, putting am arm over me.

You know what? I was keeping my chill until now. Waiting for him to realise.

"It's what you didn't do. You haven't remembered our anniversary. I literally can't believe you." I snap.

It was the end of the class and I abruptly get up, trying not to cause a scene but ending up doing so.

He instantly goes after me, like flash. I'm barely out the door before I feel his hand around my wrist.

I look back at him.

What does he have to say for himself?

He stares into my teary eyes and I think both of our hearts break right there and then.

"I... I'm so sorry." He whispers, just for me to hear.

Like I said, it was the end of the lessons and people start crowing the halls. I appreciate the crowd and get lost in it, walking away from Blaise.

I go to Pansy's dorm, he'll knock my dorm door down if he knows I'm in mine.

I cry softly, my head on her shoulder.

"I just can't believe forgot about me... about us." I hiccup, tears streaming.

"Is she in here?! Pansy, open this Goddamn door!" Blaise yells, knocking a million times.

"Leave!" Pansy yells back.

I lay in her bed, ignoring the commotion. "Just let him in. Stop yelling." I mumble, voice cracking.

Pansy opens the door and Blaise kneels down next to the bed, his eyes softening as he looks into mine.

And then he starts speaking...

• 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 •

"Start getting ready now, Theo. So we're not late." I say on the phone to Theodore.

12/9/22. A date that meant the world to me, where my world asked me to be his.

And a date that would be celebrated today and for years to come... I can't wait to grow old with Theodore.

One of the things I had learnt is that Theodore always thought that he would only take 5 minutes to get ready.

And ended up taking half an hour. So I'm calling him about 40 minutes before so that he's reminded to start getting ready.

"Uhhh... What am I getting ready for?" He asked, laughing nervously.

"Is that a joke?" I ask, scoffing a little. We had been planning this romantic date for weeks now.

"No? We don't have plans today, baby." He says and I gulp.

"Theodore, stop joking around now."

"Y/n, what are you talking about?" I sigh.

He really has forgotten. I... can't believe this.

"Happy anniversary, Nott. Means a lot to me too." I say, hanging up on him and taking my heels off.

I begin undressing from my fancy clothes, and putting on pijamas instead, planning to lay in bed a cry for today.

We had genuinely been planning this for weeks, talking about how exciting this was and how happy we were.

It doesn't take 3 minutes for Theodore to barge into my dorm. I jump in fear; I forgot to lock the door.

"Leave." I say, voice shaky. I don't know if I'm angry or sad.

"I'm so sorry, baby-"

"Don't baby me!" I snap, not even believing the tone I just spoke to him in.

He bites his lip nervously and I lightly push him out of my dorm, already had enough of him.

I don't make the mistake of forgetting and this time I lock the door, preparing myself for the knocks and banging to come.

"Y/n, I promise I didn't forget I just-"

"Oh, please, Theodore! Talk to someone who cares!" I interrupt him, climbing into my bed.

-

The days after that, he's trying to get me to forgive him. Carrying my books. Helping me with homework.

All of this is after I insisted for him not to because it wasn't that easy. But yet, he still did all of this.

I was currently studying in the library with him there, just watching. I still wasn't soeaking that much to him.

"Y/n, I-"

"You're here to watch me not distract me."

"Please let me speak to you. Let me apologize."

I sigh, closing my book. Should I stay angry?

"Go on, then." I say.

He then starts apologising, saying that...

• 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

I've been sitting here for half an hour, and am not planning to wait any longer. If Mattheo wanted to stand me up, he just did.

I put a few bills on the restaurant table for the 2 drinks I ordered, before thanking the waiters and leaving.

15/8/21. The day that the sun seemed to shine brighter, the day that life felt lighter and more enjoyable.

The date that me and Mattheo were meant to celebrate at one of the famciest restaurants here.

The date he forgot.

And I cherished.

There was no point calling him. Letting him know how I'm feeling.

Well, he already knows how much this means to me and how much I love him, how much I love us.

And now I'm walking alone, heals clacking on the cobbled floor as I get closer to the castle.

-

I step into the common room and... God, my heart breaks that much more.

Mattheo is there chatting with some girl. Another girl. And he was also probably chatting with her while I was there waiting for him.

He looks at me and frowns. "Darling, why are you crying?" He instantly gets up, ignoring the other girl.

I scoff, walking faster to my dorm as he continues behind me, hands on my waist from behind.

"Y/n, stop walking. What happened? Where were you? Why are you crying?" He says, worried.

If only he knew.

"Mattheo, it's our anniversary today! You forgot and stood me up at the restaurant! I..." My words trail off when I start crying again.

"I... Fuck." He says when I slam my door with a dramatic bang.

-

"Hey again, sweetheart. Have you ate?" I look the other way, talking to my friend.

I haven't spoken to Mattheo for 4 days, but he doesn't give up. We're in the great hall; lunch time.

"Y/n. Baby, have you ate?" He looks at my plate, seeing some crumbs and probably gathers that I have ate.

"Please speak to me. Please."

He says for the 100th time today.

"Fine!" I snap. "Let's go. Just so you stop insisting!"

I grab his wrist and drag him out of the great hall while he smirks. But the look I give him wipes the smirk off his face. Literally.

"Talk." I cross my arms and he reached out for him, pulling me into his chest.

A lump forms in my throat at the familiar feeling. "Mattheo. Speak up."

He then...

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