A/N: Hello! This is a story I wrote for the prompts thread over at NGF, with the prompts from 2 days mashed together: moral compass (daisy chains, waste, dance) and game over (realisation, build up, trick). I don't usually write these characters at all, so tell me what you think! Happy reading :)
At first it's sort of fun stringing them both along – the best of both worlds, he used to say. Dominique is all smiles and swing sets and daisy chains in her flowing golden hair in the slight summer breeze at dawn, and Roxanne is all art and dancing with her expressive hazel eyes at dusk.
It started with a wink, it's all it took, and Dominique half-French-quarter-veela Weasley was by his side in a millisecond. It took only a flash of his dazzling smile, and Roxanne tan-skin-artistic Weasley was on his other side in a heartbeat. Neither one knew; the best of both worlds, he used to say.
He would never let on exactly what it was he was doing – after all, he was Lysander charming-calculating Scamander with his mind-tricks and hypnotic eyes. So all summer long, he was playful at dawn with Dom but passionate at dusk with Rox. But somewhere along the lines, his thoughts got muddled and he was playful at dusk and passionate at dawn, and it just didn't work. He should've known that cousins talk things through. He didn't care – he had the best of both worlds, he used to brag.
He got less careful and one night, Lorcan, with his perfect relationship with sweet, innocent Lucy, asked him with an anger he'd never seen in his twin brother before, where his moral compass was, and he knew there was something wrong with him when he, the one with an answer and a plan for everything, didn't have an answer to the question and didn't have a plan anymore, either. He stopped seeing them for a while and let the slow realisation build up in his conscience (but when someone manages to corrupt two naïve, all-too-trusting girls at once, does the conscience really exist anymore?). He didn't brag that he had the best of both worlds any longer.
He should've seen it coming when veela-tempered Dominique shows up at his doorstep one day with a box in her hands full of everything he's given her and a slap to the face. Not two minutes later, he opens the door just to dodge the large scrapbook that's being thrown his way but doesn't manage to dodge the punch to the gut (and boy, does Roxanne punch hard). She doesn't punch nearly as hard as Teddy, or Fred, or James or even Albus though. (Let's not mention the hexes he received when the girls caught wind of the crime he had committed.)
It started with a wink and a smile, and ended with two corrupted girls with tear-stained cheeks, and a lifetime of regret. And it's a waste, really, because was having the best of both worlds really worth it in the end?
A/N: Thank you for reading, and please leave a review! xx