A/N: Prompt: "She was absolutely stunning in that long black dress. Her beautiful lips smiling against that dark red lipstick, always looking like she knew what was going to happen next. I couldn't keep my eyes away as she moved by the dance floor like she owned the whole world. I owned her once. She owns someone else now. ~b" Apply it to your otp.
Once upon a time, I used to call her mine. When she woke up next to me, her hair a wild, tangled mess she'd kiss me on the lips. When we'd walk through the bustling alley and making appearances in public she would brush the tips of out fingers, not quite holding hands but just making contact. She would call me in the middle of the day, frustratedly wondering if she should wear pink or green that night. When it was raining or snowing outside, and the air had a little bite to it she would curl up next to me in her thick, fuzzy socks a mug of hot chocolate wound into her hands.
But then one day, my ex started texting me again. At first it was polite, two schoolmates getting back into to touch. But then she took it to a flirty level and I may have lead her on the slightest bit. But then, one day, she took it all too far. She sent me a provocative text at half past five while my girl was singing wildy and cooking dinner. She heard my phone chime and flipped it over. She saw the text and cried out. She threw a carrot at my face and screamed at me to get out.
She pointed at the door and howled at me to save myself before she wrecked my life. She spat hexes at my phone and pointed her wand straight at me, the betrayal and pain burning in her glare. Get out, she demanded one more time and I couldn't fight it, I may have been into it a little, she was right I should go and so I did.
So I shouldn't be upset that tonight at out fifteen year Hogwarts reunion. She is here and looking happy. Her dress is killer; black and clinging to her every curve. The slit up the side reveals golden heels and asymmetrical, ruffled top revealed one smooth and defined shoulder. Her lips stood out as she smiled and the smile turned to a laugh and the laugh turned to a sweet peck pressed on to her new boyfriends lips. I take a few step closer to the table they're standing by with a group of his friends. I see the matching jewelry set on her ears, neck and wrist, but what feels like a blow to the gut is the shine her hand is emitting. I can't tell exactly what it looks like, but the shine is unmistakable; there is a giant diamond on her finger making sure the world knows she owns someone else now.
I notice her cast a glance my way, the disgust overriding her pretty face. The light catches the shimmer on her eyes and she looks like a angel in that moment. Like an angel I used to date. She flicks her eyes up and down me, seeing if I've changed yet; lowered my appearance to my standards. She seems to have grown more stunning everyday since I last saw her ten years ago. Her hair is softer and smoother looking, her skin is glowing, her eyes happy; and it isn't until she rests a hand under her chest that I notice she small bump added to her form.
She was absolutely stunning in that long black dress. Her beautiful lips smiling against that dark red lipstick, always looking like she knew what was going to happen next. I couldn't keep my eyes away as she moved by the dance floor like she owned the whole world. I owned her once. She owns someone else now.