Note - this is for the M&MWP competition, where I got the pairing Draco/Victoire. So, credit for the pairing goes to Mew and Morghen's Weird Pairings. Check out some of their stories in their archive, because they are amazing!
Much thanks and love to BlueEyes44 for beta-ing this!
Happy reading, amigos!
a little too much to drink
You remember the first time you saw her, don't you?
She, with her s h i n y blonde hair
And her /twinkling/ blue eyes
that matched the clear sky on a sunny day
And her [breathtaking] smile.
(((took your breath away, didn't it?)))
-x-
You remember him exactly the way you saw him first.
Him, with his s l e e k blonde hair
And /bitter/ gray eyes
that matched the dark clouds on a stormy day
And his [icy&cold] demeanor
(((made you want to melt it down even more, didn't it?)))
-x-
You don't actually know when it starts
The *beating* of your heart increasing its p a c e
The *palms* of your hands p e r s p i r i n g more than they should
The *breath* that catches at your throat
just when she
s
m
i
l
e
s
.
{{{ You just realize a little too late that
you're too far gone to turn back now. }}}
-x-
You don't know how it all began
The small *tugging* sensation in your g u t
The *fluttering* butterflies in your stomach
The *exhilarating* satisfaction
when you know you've made him
s
m
i
l
e
.
{{{ You realize just a little too late that
he fascinates you much more than he should've.}}}
-x-
You try to think about the woman standing next to you
And not the girl who captured your heart
((but it doesn't work, does it?))
She's the sister of your soon-to-be-daughter-in-law,
you tell yourself.
She's your only son's soon-to-be-sister-in-law,
you tell yourself.
She's the fiancee of another boy,
you tell yourself
((but it still doesn't work, does it?))
See, it's because you've fallen too deep into the a/b/y/s/s
to get back up now.
-x-
You try to think of the boy waiting for you back at home
And not the man who has you caught in his w e b
((but it doesn't work, does it?))
He's the father of your soon-to-be-brother-in-law,
you tell yourself.
He's your sister's soon-to-be-father-in-law,
you tell yourself
He's the husband of another woman,
you tell yourself.
((but it still doesn't work, does it?))
See, it's because you're too tangled up in his w-e-b
to break free now.
-x-
The big day for your son arrives in a shower of
wedding bells & twinkling decorations
white gowns & new relations.
/but not the relations you'd want/
People are singing and dancing,
Laughing and drinking.
(((and maybe you've had a little too much to drink)))
You see h-e-r alone,
and you can't h-e-l p it
When your i-n-s-t-i-n-c-t-s take over.
You can't help but pull her away to a corner
and press your lips on hers
and before you know it,
she's kissing you back.
(((and maybe, she's had a little too much to drink as well)))
-x-
It's all a blur, you think later on.
It's a blur of passionate kisses
And f-o-r-g-o-t-t-e-n clothes hurriedly taken off
And the feel of s/k/i/n on s/k/i/n
And ||white| sheets wrapped around you.
It's a blur, but even then,
Your \perfect\ little voice screams at you in your mind,
that someone is going to catch you in his bed;
that somebody is going to figure out what you're doing;
that the boy who loves you more than you do him is going to find out;
(((but for once, you ignore the \perfect\ little voice in your head)))
-x-
You wake up too late the next morning,
She's already g o n e.
But in her wake, she's left her s-c-e-n-t on your sheets,
the *tingling* sensation of her s/k/i/n on yours,
and the |still-fresh| memories under your eyelids.
You don't know until later
that m.e.m.o.r.i.e.s are the only thing that is going to be left of this.
(( yes, that's right ; you don't know))
You don't know until you see her later that day
Happy and complete in the arms of s o m e o n e else;
You don't know until she returns your s m i l e with a cold nod;
You don't know until you finally p l e a d her to acknowledge what happened between you,
And she replies coldly, "I was drunk, that's all."
And then you
K
N
O
W
.
[{( but you don't realize until later on that she wasn't drunk at all )}]
-x-
You tell yourself over and over again,
that this was the right decision.
It was never meant to be.
[( how could it be? )]
You are the \perfect\ little angel with no f l a w s in your life;
He is the |flawed| man who can never conceal his d a r k past;
It couldn't have been meant to be.
[( how could it be? )]
But even then, it breaks your heart when
you see him /broken\ and \ruined/
at your expense.
{ and maybe, you realize, he's not the only one who's broken after all }
A/N - that was my first free verse, but I'm quite proud of it.
Reviews are forever welcome! :3