I guess I should have seen it coming.
We were not after all the ideal couple. Constantly fighting and bickering…never quite happy in our relationship. Plus, the whole no one but us can know thing really wore on me. I was ecstatic to be with him, my lover, and my heart. I could shout it out to the world damn the consequences, but no. It was forbidden.
Our relationship started out by accident, purely an accident. I was tutoring his devilish sister in Potions; it is my specialty after all. That is when he stopped by. An older handsome man with a free grin, and wicked eager eyes. Those eyes always captured me, dragging me in deep with them. He stayed with us, I cannot remember why, but once she left…he kissed me. Oh, how embarrassed I was. He would not let me pull away or deny my need for more kisses.
He kissed me a lot. Every chance we could get, he would pull me into some dark corner and kiss me until I was gasping for air. Then he would give me that sexy smug grin of his, and head off to class. Leaving me nearly begging for more.
I knew I could never be seen by my house, not with him anyways. I might as well be thrown chained up into a lions' den. If the house did not kill me, my Father certainly would have. Disgracing the family by lying with another man, much less a man of that family. Though sometimes I get the feeling that he knows what's going on…and that he is sitting back, because he knows how this is going to end. I hope I am wrong.
Nevertheless, I suppose, he might have known all along. He knew I was with someone; hickeys are fairly obvious, especially with our pale skin. Father had just sighed when he saw them. All I could think of when I saw them was my love's smug grin as I cried out loudly when each hard suck, and gentle nip of my skin that trembled beneath his Quidditch roughed hands. He always knew how to tease me wildly…until that night. He invited me outside. That night we did so much more than kiss, suck, and stroke. I had never felt so good, even in our three years together, even as my back ached.
He grinned so much the next few days, and spoiled me whenever he could. But that's when it began. I wish I had seen it then…the end of us. He said his sister was going to get tutoring somewhere else, made sense at the time. After all Gryffindors and Slytherins, don't normally interact even now in this time of peace. However, slowly, he stopped seeing me in the halls, ended the kissing, before finally sending me an owl. One small sentence. "It's over."
That's all I deserve I guess. The son of a Death Eater. A Malfoy. My father was a reformer who helped the Ministry after it was all said and done. But I can't be worth more, just scum like my father was, like my family always will be.
I'm not sure how to feel about this. I know I can do better than him; he's not worth my time. Last night, I realized how my father knew what was happening to me. My mother told me…my Father fell once for my love's father, and was left in the same fashion.
Like father, like son. Constellations, Malfoys, fell hard for the Golden Gryffindors, the Potters. Damn you, Harry, for hurting my father. Damn you, James, for hurting me.
I am a Slytherin. I am skilled in revenge. Potter will pay.