My new favorite pairings :) Dominique/Lysander; Molly/Lysander. And angst? (well, I'll attempt it anyway)
Disclaimer: this is fanfiction.
It sucks y'know?
To walk into the common room and see him&her all curled up together. It so ridiculously cute that it makes you want to gag.
(and what the hell is up with that, it's not even her bloody house)
It sucks to sit down near them and absentmindedly listen to Seth Pucey ramble on about Quidditch. And you nod and agree in the right places but the entire time you're watching them.
Watch her laying there, her head on his lap, him running his fingers through her curly auburn hair and watching her adorable freckled face smile up at him.
(she has fucking dimples, how can you compete with that?)
And he kisses her atop the head and flashes one of those smiles at her, the ones that make your stomach erupt with jealousy.
Because you'll always be the best friend, just one of the guys.
(and it not fair. It's not your fault you're into Quidditch and couldn't care less about the latest fashion trends)
And at this point you haven't a clue what Pucey is talking about and the room suddenly feels tootoo hot and your lungs feel like they just may burst. You dump Pucey onto the little Malfoy and walk quickly toward the door because you just need to get out.
"Are you okay Dom?"
You want to scream and yell at her but that wouldn't be very productive so you force a smile and lie.
"Yeah, yeah, just going down to the kitchens. 'M kinda hungry, it was a long practice."
And she laughs and jokes how you're always hungry and you turn on heel and walk out the door. And his brow is slightly furrowed and you know he doesn't believe you, but honestly right now you couldn't give a damn even if you wanted to.
Soon as you step out that door you run like hell, ignoring the protest of your legs and lungs. You just runandrunandrun until you absolutelypositively cannot take another step. You look around and you're in front of the greenhouses and it's so calming for some reason.
You lay out on the grass and the wind whisles over the grass and across your face and you take deeps breaths.
in
out
in
out
Footsteps fall softly on the beaten earth and you sit up quickly, all the blood rushing to your head.
"Dom?"
"Scamander."
"Oh ho, last names? Well then Weasley, what's your malfunction? I knew you weren't going to the kitchens. I don't know what you're playing at, but I'm your best friend." he says softly. You answer in silence.
(and okay, maybe you might be being slightly immature about the whole situation, but your heart is the conductor today, not your brain)
"Oh c'mon Dom."
You let out a puff of air. A quick turn and you're face to face. And suddenly an idea comes to mind and you know it's sad and pathetic but whatever okay?
You lean in and give him a quick kiss, (you wish it could last forever) "Sorry, 'm just tired. I'll see you tomorrow kay?" And you stand up and walk away before the smile falls and your heart scatters across the ground in pieces because you aren't tired.
You just have been hit with reality far too many times.
And it sucks y'know?
Fin. Phew, made it through. And guess who managed not to give in and make a happy ending?