Blue eyes meet yours and you look away. You're sitting three chairs away from the owner of those eyes… the same eyes that would make your knees go weak just a few weeks ago. Now the only feeling those eyes cause on you is repulsion.
The Potters (your parents, James with her girlfriend and you) are sitting in the dining table, waiting to know why Lily and Scorpius Malfoy had asked you to be there. But you know why.
They are engaged.
And you've never hated your sister as much as you do now. Not even when she broke your new broomstick; not when she told your dad you had stole the Marauder's map and it had been her; not even when she told the whole world you were gay and you had trusted her.
You're really mad, also. Cuz she knew. Damn right, the bitch knew you were in love with Scorpius and she still did it.
Now she is pregnant and they have to face the consecuences.
But even though that, no one is guiltier than Scorpius himself. He was your best friend. Your partner in crime, your brother and everything he could be. Your lover.
When he stands up, with your sister's hand in his, you can feel his gaze on you, pleading for forgiveness.
But you ignore it.
Just like he ignored you when you begged him to not do it the night before, when he dumped you.
You also ignore when he starts talking, and as hard as you try, you can't help but hear some things.
'Engaged', 'Wedding', 'surprise', those words are echoing in your head.
And when he takes her hand and they show the ring in her finger, you close your eyes. Because you wish that was you, you wish all the promises he made when you were together weren't broken, because you wish all that sweet nothings he murmured in your ear while making love to you were real. Because it hurts so much you can barely breath. And most of all, cuz she is your sister. And even though she took him away from you… you can't take him back. You can't steal him from that unborn child. And you can steal what never was yours.
It doesn't matter how many times he said he belonged to you, when he is now with her. And he will marry her. You see your family hugging the couple, and you roll your eyes. You need to accept the fact that they'll be husband and wife in a few months. The fact that they'll make you uncle. The fact that he isn't coming back.
So you go and hug them both, a hypocrite smile in your lips.
"Congrats, mate…" you say as you put your hand in his shoulder and squeeze it. "I'm glad you're marrying my sister and no someone else…"
He actually understands what you mean. 'I'm glad an asshole like you is marrying a bitch like her.'
You don't need to look at his eyes to know that it hurt him. Because you don't care anymore. He hurt you and you hurt him back. You're even now. Besides, you're not a Gryffindor. There's a reason why you were sorted into Slytherin… you aren't no-one's bitch.
And when you walk away and through the door, you hope it hurts him as much as it hurt when he left you last night, in a cheap hotel, naked and with broken promises.