Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: This is a fic which could be applied to any of the Weasley brothers (besides obviously Bill who's the brother mentioned). Please tell me who you think the brother is. Shoutout to pineconeface711 for pointing out some mistakes!
She was exotic. She was mysterious and wonderful, and he couldn't help his fascination with the veela...no matter how wrong his fascination was. They were polar opposites, her blonde and beautiful while he was scrawny and red haired. They shared one thing in common, however: his brother. She was to be married to his brother in days, but that didn't stop him pressing his lips hard against her own before leading her to the bedroom for what they swore would be the last time. They always swore it would be the last time.
It was so wrong- she was his brother's lover for Merlin's sake- but they did it anyways. They knew he would be heartbroken if he ever found out about them, but they couldn't bring themselves to stop. He was smitten with the beautiful woman, and couldn't bring himself to mind that she would belong to another. He would be happy as long as part of her heart belonged to him.
~fin~