A/N: Okay, this is for 'the Secrets & Confessions' Challenge on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forums. This is for you, astro! I hope you like it.
Character: Victoire Weasley
Confession/Secret: "Contrary to popular belief, drinking really does help."
Prompts: gone | lies | bittersweet | kisses
"I can't believe you!" she shrieked, anger and hurt evident on her face.
"Vic, I'm sorry!" he cried, "I really am, I don't -"
He was cut off by a voice from behind him.
"Sorry for what, Teddy?"
"You. He's trying to say he's sorry for you, but I know he's really not," snarled Victoire.
"Oh," the younger girl blinked owlishly, "well, why should he be sorry for me?"
"Oh, I don't know," Victoire snorted sarcastically, "maybe because I caught my fiancee and my cousin going at it - in my apartment, on my bed."
"Tor, you don't understand -"
"Oh, I understand alright," she cut him off icily, "I'm not good enough for you."
"I'm just plain-old-ugly Victoire Weasley and I don't have the fire that Lily has, or the glitter that Dominique has, or the sparkle that Roxy has, or the glow that Rose has, or the glint that Molly has, or the sparks that Lucy has. I'm just Victoire Weasley, the girl who actually loves you and doesn't just use you as a toy to get other boys' attention! I'm the girl who doesn't matter to you, even though you're my fiancee and we live together!"
"Th-that's not true, Tor, and you know it," he snapped back.
"You lost your right to call me Tor the moment I saw you and Lily. Go. Out. Get out of my house, bring your stupid stupid whore with you! I want you gone, and I never want to see you again."
With a wave of her wand the boy Teddy and Lily were thrown out into the hallway, the door slammed shut, and locked.