Hey everyone! So this is for the Last Kiss Challenge at Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum. My pairing was Dominique/Scorpius, and my prompts were 'truth' and 'I don't miss him. I miss who I thought he was.' Enjoy!

speculum domum:

Sometimes glass houses feel safer than any other kind of house. They carry this illusion, and it's an illusion of safety.

So here I am, alone in my glass house, and it's trembling with the shaking of the earth and with the friction of truth. The truth was that the kiss he gave me was our last.

He was the one who brought me into this glass house – Scorpius Malfoy brought me here and promised me that it wouldn't shatter. Isn't that ridiculous – the glass walls are thin enough to be shattered with an eyelash.

He took me into his glass house and I was a fool not to realize that he was throwing stones the whole time.

I remember our last kiss. The worst – or maybe the best – thing about it was that it was no different from any of our other kisses. His lips, quickly brushing against mine, and then he was gone, off on a 'business trip', only to return with another girl.

So here I am, alone in the glass house.

My whole world was a spiderweb – delicately interconnected, and in some way each eyelash-thin strand led back to Scorpius. My world was wired around him with spider-silk.

I should've threaded my world with something stronger.

But then again, I shouldn't have let Scorpius lead me into a glass house. You should never depend on something so breakable, so easily fragmented as glass is.

Scorpius and I loved fragments. I've always loved sentence fragments, and shards of shells and glass. Scorpius told me everything that was broken was more infinitely beautiful than everything that was complete.

So I suppose he thought he was doing me a favor by breaking me with our last kiss.

There's too much truth in those two words.

Last. Kiss.

I won't ever kiss him again.

He's not mine anymore.

And a million times a day I swear I don't miss him. But glass walls don't conceal much.

I don't miss him, truly, I don't. I don't miss him, I miss who I thought he was.

I thought he was sweet and perfect and he had me fooled all the way up to that last kiss. The truth of the matter is, I should've realized that someone who loved broken things would eventually break me. But I was stupid. I was standing in a bloody glass house and I couldn't see through the crystal-clear walls.

And the strangest thing is that I can't manage to leave the glass house that me and Scorpius brought to life. I can't leave or love behind – even though we've had our last kiss. Even though it's over.

The glass should be broken. I should shatter it. It would be infinitely more beautiful that way.

I guess people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

I've never written Scorpius/Dominique before...review and tell me what you thought of it, please?

Love always,

Lily