Some things are made to fall apart, and some things are meant to be. The line between the two is so thin that it's barely there- and you definitely don't know where it stands with you and her.


Maybe you and her were meant to fall apart- maybe you were meant to be. You don't really know- after all, you're on and off so much sometimes even you don't know what you are.

Really, she's dancing on that line, and sometimes you think she's going to slip and hurt you both in the process- but then she catches herself and maybe you help a little, pulling back to safety, far, far away from the 'are you falling apart, or are you safe' question, and you know she'll pick the former option, because she's not brave (this is why she wasn't a Gryffindor), and she can't save herself without you.

And she's broken and you're depressed and you think that you're not together right now but you could be wrong because you've been downing firewhiskey since three this morning.

So when she comes stumbling into the Hogs Head at two in the afternoon with her red hair a mess and throws herself at you, you think it's safe to assume that you're on. But then she pulls away and frowns and tells you that you're not your brother, and you realise that no, she and you aren't on, but her and your brother are, and is it really too much to ask for a simple relationship?

By five in the evening you're both about to pass out from the amount of alcohol in your systems and you grab her arm and disapparate, only noticing that there's blood gushing from your leg when she screams and then everything is black.


You wake up in St. Mungo's with a splitting headache and a bad pain in your left leg, and then she is at your side and fussing over you and asking if you're alright. You're confused for a second before remembering that you splinched yourself last night after clearing the Hog's Head of all its whiskey, and you look at your leg and see the bandage running from your knee to your thigh.

You close your eyes and she sighs and the only reason you hear it is because she's the only person in the room. Apart from you, of course.

"Lysander," She whispers, and you know what's coming. Or, at least you think you do.

"Marry me." She says, and your eyes fly open in shock and you sit up so suddenly that your head is in even more pain. She looks worried before you eagerly agree.


And yes, the line between you and Lily Luna falling apart and going steady is really quite thin, it's getting thicker by the second.


Hope you like this,this is my fourth (?) upload in two days, so please review!

Kia xoxo