Documented Minor Emotional Breakdowns

Sansa was in the library pouring over her Charms coursework, wondering how she could have possibly been this unprepared for the amount of work being given to her; it was her fault for asking for extra credit, she must have been crazy, fifth year was already hard work and she was a prefect this year too, but whatever she’ll manage, she was hoping to graduate early so she wouldn’t have to stay in Hogwarts for another year without her girlfriend, when she hears,
“Margaery Tyrell is so lucky.”
At the mention of Margaery’s name, Sansa’s head whips around and she sees her friends Ygritte and Jeyne Pool hunched over a table looking at something she couldn’t see.
“What’s that?” Sansa couldn’t help but ask. She walks over to the two girls and finally sees what they’re looking at.
Jeyne grins and holds up a copy of the gossip page of The Daily Prophet to show Sansa. Ygritte slaps her hand and glances around before moving over so Sansa could sit down.
Sansa peers at the paper. “Aren’t gossip rags banned at school?” she asks them.
“Oh, stop being such a Ravenclaw, Sansa!” groans Jeyne. Jeyne was in Hufflepuff, but Sansa considers her to be her best friend. Ygritte was also a Hufflepuff, and Sansa hadn’t known her very well, but apparently she and Jon were seeing each other so Ygritte and Sansa were always very friendly towards each other. There was also the fact that they were both redheads and so Sansa’s always felt a kinship towards the older girl.
“Don’t be a twat, Jeyne,” chastises Ygritte, and then peers at Sansa. “You won’t tell right?”
Sansa smiles in response to Ygritte. “What about Margaery Tyrell?” she asks curiously.
Jeyne nudges the copy of The Daily Prophet to Sansa, blushing.
The paper had the headline SUMMER FLING OR TRUE LOVE? and showed several photos of an attractive bearded man with Margaery in what Sansa recognised as Highgarden. The photos showed Margaery laughing with the man and her brother Loras while on a small boat. The three of them looked to be having an immensely joyful time and Sansa was struck by how happy Margaery looked picking flowers, eating fruits, walking among a meadow, her arms linked to Loras and the man whose name she did not know.
Sansa had to swallow before speaking. Her mouth had gone dry. “Who’s that with her and Loras?” she chokes.
Ygritte squints at her curiously. “That’s Renly Baratheon. Heavens, Sansa, don’t you follow sports at all?”
Jeyne laughs. “Of course not. She’s probably heard his name hundreds of times. Rickon idolises him.”
“Why wouldn’t he?” sighs Ygritte. “He’s so dreamy.”
Sansa blinks. “Who is Renly Baratheon?” She’s dying for an answer.
“Only the greatest Chaser in the world!” Ygritte replies. “He’s scored over 200 goals last season. Don’t you see him on the television? He’s in those commercials for the orange juice Jon likes to drink.”
“Sansa doesn’t really like to watch television,” Jeyne supplies helpfully, with a grin at Sansa.
“Aren’t you and Margaery Tyrell close, Sansa?” asks Ygritte, tilting her head to critically examine Sansa for a second. “Didn’t she come to visit you this summer?”
Jeyne raises her eyebrows at Sansa. “You didn’t tell me that! Where was I?”
“Visiting your grandmother,” Sansa replies, then she looks at Ygritte. “Jon told you?”
Ygritte blushes profusely, but she nods her head.
“How are you even friends?” Jeyne wonders aloud. She turns to Sansa, waiting for a response. “She’s not our year. She's not even in your House.”
Sansa blushes involuntarily, she didn’t mean for the conversation to turn to this topic, but it was hard especially from the way she’s been acting at the mention of Margaery’s name. “Herbology,” she says and Ygritte and Jeyne look at her for a second.
“You’re terrible at Herbology,” Jeyne says slowly.
“I know!” Sansa agrees, rolling her eyes. “I couldn’t figure out how to make this one damned plant grow better. I checked out all the books about it from the library before realising that the writers of the books were the Tyrells.” She explained. It really did start out like that, Sansa remembers. She was struggling with Herbology and finally decided to ask a Tyrell for help. “I went to Margaery because…” Sansa cuts off, but Jeyne, who knew her well, laughed.
“What?” asks Ygritte. She was lost.
“Sansa had this huge crush on Loras,” Jeyne was laughing hard now. “You couldn’t ask him because you were too shy, weren't you?” She pokes Sansa in the ribs.
Sansa’s face contorts, but only for a second before she laughs. “Well, that’s…”
“Oh admit it,” Jeyne says with an eyeroll. “So that’s how you passed Herbology. With flying colours, I might add.”
“So, you’re close with Margaery Tyrell?” Ygritte asks and the question completely throws Sansa off guard.
She swallows and speaks slowly, careful not to reveal anything. “I mean we’re friends, but like…”
“Shame she didn’t tell you she was dating Renly,” Jeyne cuts in. “She could have brought him to Winterfell maybe. Played Quidditch with your brothers and Arya. I would die to see that. She could have brought along Loras too, so you’d be tempted to watch and cheer.” She teases.
“Where does it say she’s dating him?” Sansa frowns. “I mean that’s just gossip. Renly’s not even her type.”
Ygritte smirks. “Margaery Tyrell doesn’t have a type.”
“True,” agrees Jeyne. “Her lovers have all been so different from each other.”
Sansa whips her head around. “Her lovers?”
Jeyne rolls her eyes. “Surely you’ve heard what they say about Margaery!”
Sansa frowns again.
“Oh, dear.” Ygritte says. “Well those are just rumours, so don’t pay it no mind, Sansa. I’m sure she’s a very good friend.”
“Of course nobody’s saying she’s not a good friend to Sansa,” interjects Jeyne. Then she lowers her voice. “It’s just that Margaery Tyrell has a reputation for being quite a slut, Sansa.” Then she quickly says, “No offence meant, but she’s gotten with a lot of people.”
“In the past right?” Sansa clarifies. Of course she knew that Margaery was experienced, but she never wanted or bothered to know how experienced her girlfriend was, until now.
Jeyne snorts and Sansa considers briefly slapping her friend.
Ygritte glances around again before nodding. “I heard she and Daenarys Targaryen used to be this huge secret deal.”
Sansa pales because she’s always felt awkward around Daenarys, one of Margaery’s best friends. Could it be true? She and Margaery used to be a couple?
“Daenarys?!” Jeyne says. “I heard it was Arianne Martell!”
Ygritte and Sansa’s mouths drop open. “Arianne Martell?!” they both gasp.
Arianne Martell, Gryffindor star student and current Head Girl was said to be the best looking girl in all of Hogwarts. The other challengers for the most beautiful student were very few, but Margaery was among them and considered the main contender when Arianne graduates from Hogwarts.
Sansa’s head was going crazy. She should have been focusing on her coursework today, but instead she’s going to be distracted by thoughts of Margaery with Renly, what was up with that anyway, and her possibly having had a thing with her best friend or Arianne Martell. Arianne Martell? Sansa used to idolise her, wanted to be just like her when she got to Hogwarts, but when she got to spend time with Arianne, she realised that the girl was a cold, cold bitch. She treated Sansa as if she was stupid and though she wasn’t necessarily hostile, she wasn’t cordial either. Regardless to say, Arianne Martell was now not a girl Sansa wanted to be. “This is crazy.”
“I know,” agrees Ygritte vehemently. “What a lucky girl, right?”

Ygritte and Jeyne had left two hours ago and Sansa thankfully managed to focus a bit on her Charms homework, when she smells Margaery. She whips her head around to see her girlfriend.
“Hi,” Margaery says and Sansa can't help but be so damn happy just hearing her voice, even though she’s feeling all sorts of major emotions inside her.
“You all right?” Margaery asks, sitting next to Sansa.
“Yeah, just terribly busy with all these,” Sansa says, gesturing to her books. She almost wanted to laugh at the slightly mortified expression on Margaery’s face.
“Aw, my poor baby,” Margaery teases, then her face turns somber. “You’re still coming to the Quidditch game later though, right?”
Sansa considers briefly if she can finish everything on time, then realises that there was no way she could, and just as she was about to answer, Margaery’s voice softens considerably, “Please, Sansa?”
So all Sansa could say was, “Duh.”
Margaery beams and it’s not fair, Sansa thinks, how Margaery’s just got her wrapped around her finger and can make her do almost anything. It’s crazy to be so deeply in love with a person who can destroy you at any given moment and she chokes up thinking about this.
“Sansa?” Margaery asks, tilting her head. “Darling, are you alright?”
Sansa nods her head but her tears betrayed her.
“Darling, talk to me.”
Sansa closes her eyes. “Renly Baratheon.” She says flatly.
Margaery is silent and Sansa opens her eyes. “Who is he to you, Margaery? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
Margaery looks shocked. “What are you talking about?”
Sansa turns to her bag and rifles through it before producing the gossip paper Jeyne and Ygritte had been looking at earlier. She told the two that she would get rid of it for them. Sansa slams the paper in front of Margaery. “Don’t lie to me. There are photos. The paparazzi is always at Highgarden, you should know.”
Margaery takes the paper and looks at it for a few seconds. Then she laughs. “This is ridiculous.” She tells Sansa. “My grandmother is going to be furious.”
Sansa looks pointedly at Margaery, waiting for her to explain.
“There’s nothing to say, Sansa,” Margaery says and looks back at the paper with a scowl. “Renly was visiting and we had a lot of fun.”
“Fun?” Sansa was incredulous. “Like the kind of fun you used to have with Daenarys? Or Arianne Martell?”
It’s a low blow. “What the fuck are you talking about Sansa?”
Sansa swallows hard. “I want to know if you and Daenarys used to be a couple. You and Arianne Martell too. And I want to know if something happened between you and Renly Baratheon.” She glances at the photo, sees Margaery’s face laughing over something Renly had said. “He’s very handsome. Clearly very funny too.” She says drily.
Margaery is silent for a few seconds. Then she sighs. Sansa closes her eyes and prepares for the worst.
“Daenarys and I did use to… have fun. We were young, we were bored, it wasn’t anything serious.” She sounded exasperated. “Nothing’s going on with Renly Baratheon, Sansa. I swear to you. I’m not romantically involved with him. I’m not with anybody, except you. You know that.”
Sansa sighs and opens her eyes. “What about Arianne Martell?”
Margaery’s eyes get slightly wider and she freezes, and Sansa feels herself being crushed. It’s bad and she knows it. She knows something terrible is coming when Margaery gets that look on her face. It’s bad, it’s probably so bad.
“Arianne and I… we were involved.”
“How involved?” She shouldn’t ask, this is just going to destroy her, but she had to ask.
“We were very serious.” Margaery says slowly. 
“When did it end?” Sansa asks, not quite angrily, but her fists are clenched.
“I don’t know,” Margaery replies, but Sansa knows she’s lying.
“Yes you do,” Sansa says, and then sighs. “It was when you got with me right?”
Margaery can’t deny it, she doesn’t. She nods her head. “I cheated on her with you.”
Sansa releases a breath of air and she shudders. She can’t believe this. No. No. No. Was that why Arianne was always rather angry with her? “She hates me because of you.” Sansa breathes.
Margaery doesn’t say anything. Sansa turns to look at her and Margaery’s looking down on the floor, clenching her hands together so tightly her knuckles were white. Margaery looks guilty.
“I can’t believe this,” Sansa says flatly.
“That’s in the past!” Margaery cries out. “I love you, Sansa. I don’t feel the same way about anybody as I do with you.”
“Marg…” Sansa takes a deep breath. Her eyes are stinging and she wipes them with her arm.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Daenarys. About Arianne. About Renly.” Margaery looks crushed and Sansa wants to take her and kiss her, but she can’t, she has to process this. Then she turns her head and asks Margaery, “Why was Renly Baratheon visiting Highgarden? Did he want to sign Loras to his team or something?”
Margaery’s eyes open wide again. “No,” she says carefully. “It’s not like that.”
“What is it then?” asks Sansa.
“I can’t tell you that.”
Sansa huffs angrily. “So much you haven’t said, so much you’re not saying.”
“Baby,” Margaery says, but Sansa’s already gathering her things. She can’t believe this. She gathers her notes and sees that some of the ink have splotches and then realises that she’s crying hard.
Margaery gets up, tries to wrap her arms around Sansa, but Sansa shakes them off.
“I’m sorry, please. Sansa, talk to me.”
Sansa exhales. “I will when you stop hiding things from me.”
Margaery’s shoulders slump a little bit, and Sansa feels terrible. She doesn’t understand why she’s making such a big deal about it, but she needs to get away first, to process everything, she’s supposed to be quick at thinking things, but Margaery’s just throwing her entire life out of whack. She keeps being caught off guard by feelings, emotions, situations. Sansa doesn’t know what to think.
“Okay,” Margaery says, exhaling slowly. “I’ll make this up to you, Sansa. Give me a while and I’ll be back. Then I’ll tell you everything.”