AN: I tried to write. This is my take on Dominique Weasley. She's in love with Teddy Lupin, but he belongs to her sister.. Yadda, yadda. READ ON.

Victoire Weasley.

a.k.a: The spitting image of perfect.

a.k.a: The one person who is so selfless and so kind and caring that it makes me sick.

a.k.a: The one with happy ending.

a.k.a: My sister.

She's the one who is always so nice and so beautiful and so fucking perfect that I always get out shined.

I'm the one who get's sent off on her first day of school with a chorus of fake smiles and a new trophy.

She get's sent off with a party and endless pictures.

She looks like a veela, I look like nothing.

She gets to be in love.

She gets to be loved.

She gets roses and beauty, I get nothing.

She gets Teddy, I get nothing. There is nothing that is out there for me.

I don't get a happy ending.

I don't get a fairy tale.

I don't get my Prince Charming.

I don't get a man in white waiting for me at the end of the isle.

I get a torn hooker dress and a rusty shower. I get a mascara stained face and a broken comb.

I get paid to cause myself pain so I can feel something again.

People call me lovely.

That's all I am.

Merely lovely.

And broken.

I hate that Vic is nice to me.

She isn't even nice to me on purpose.

You know, to dig that Teddy knife in a little deeper, she's nice because she's nice.

And I hate that I can't hate her.

And I hate that she's perfect.

Vic is perfect.

I am far from it.

I used to laugh a little too loud, smile a little too brightly and have a little too much fun.

Now I sob a little too long, hurt a little too much, break a little bit too easy and fall a little too hard.

My hair isn't blonde and silvery. My eyes aren't big and blue. My laugh doesn't sound like a thousand tiny bells.

My hair is brown. My eyes, brown. My laugh is my sound of joy.

His hair is whatever he pleases. His eyes are the same. His laugh is contagious and stays in his eyes even after the joke is done.

I can see why she loves him.

They will always be the perfect couple.

And I will always be lovely and broken.