Just a little silly one-shot.
They died. They all died, their lives shattered into millions of pieces.
But he was there. He held my hand, letting me cry onto his shoulder, making feel loved.
And I fell for him. He was my support, my whole life. The only thing I had left.
I trusted him.
But he was a Slytherin, and I should've know better.
He left, leaving me hurt and broken hearted.
But this time, there was no-one to help me pick up the pieces.
I was so innocent, so naive. I should've thought about it properly.
But, its too late now.
I don't regret it, well not all of it anyway.
He showed me love, even though he ripped it from me when he left.
Just for a while, I felt whole.
I could imagine our little silver-haired children running around the Manor in years to come.
I could imagine us grow old together, our grey hair and toothless smiles.
I guess you just didn't have the imagination, or the persistence.
I loved you, and you broke me.
Stupid me. Silly, innocent me.
Damn Slytherin.
You weren't that good in bed anyway.
I told you it was silly. I'm Bored.
Go on, flame me. I dare you.