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Stone
It isn't easy to love him. It's never easy to love ice, to love stone.
But she loves him, loves the coldness of his gray eyes, loves the arrogance in his every step. She loves mischievous glint in his eyes, the plans he never gets tired of forming. She looks into the mirror and watches as her eyes glaze over and wipes some of her pale blond hair out of her eyes, she has just always loved him.
And it's hard, extremely hard loving somebody who doesn't know how to feel, who doesn't know what to do with the simplest of emotions. She isn't the most expressive person in the world. She doesn't have tantrums when she's angry, doesn't bawl when she's upset. She isn't passionate about anything, but she does feel. And she stares into the mirror as the tears silently fall down her face. There's the proof, slytherins can feel. So why him? Why can't he?
He knows, knows everything in her heart, knows that she loves him, needs him. It scared him when he found out. Scared him because he never once came into contact with love, scared him because he always fears the unknown, always fears anything he can't understand. He's a coward really, she thinks. All Malfoys are cowards on the inside.
She wipes some of the tears away and picks her head up high. She's better than this, better than him. It's sickening to her that he can reduce her to this, to some pathetic girl, something resembling a Gryffindor. She scowls with disgust at that thought. Could anything be more demeaning?
But the fact is love cost her, her best friend. Love took away the one thing she needs because he's too scared to face the facts, too cold to see what lies within his own heart. So he doesn't do anything, doesn't say hello to her in the mornings anymore, doesn't go out of his way to see her in between classes or at night. She misses him too much to handle and sometimes she'll still go down to the common waiting for him to come. She'll get out her diary, write in it about the day as she warms herself by the fire, waiting for him to come down with his cold grin and slick blond hair. She waits for him fully knowing that he'll never meet her anymore, not after this… this revelation of his.
It never once occurred to her before, that love could be so heartbreaking. She watches Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs play the game of love to perfection. She sometimes stares out of the library windows watching lovers lounging by the lake acting as if their love is something out of a movie. She watches girl get asked out, to dances to hogsmeade, and not because of obligation but because that guys sees something special about her. She wants that. She wants the fairytale like any other girl, wants the one thing he'll never give her.
She looks away from the mirror and starts putting on her tie. Then she picks up her brush and brushes her hair moving it in the same spot one, two, three times. Then, she looks in the mirror, picks her head up high, and walks out of the dormitory as if she owns the place, as if her life isn't falling down around her. And she walks down the stairs spotting him with Blaise at the bottom of the staps. She meets his eyes for a second before he turns away, before he lets her walk right passed him, out of the common room, out of his life. It's sad to her, she thinks, the way he doesn't know how to love. Maybe if he did, her story would have turned out different. Maybe he would have loved her, too. But everything happens for a reason. Every broken heart is meant to be broken.
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