Title: Attraction
Rating: PG-16…
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or an of the characters or the song so sue me not for I have little except for this mind in my head.
Pairings: Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini
Author's Note: Related to my other fics that have my pairing but perhaps set either earlier or nestled within the first couple. I was actually trying to write something else when this sprang out of no where.
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And he breathed broken glass into the boy's ear.
Everyone else seems to understand how horrible I am. They know immediately with an adult's experience or a child's basic knowledge of human nature. They all do, except for you. Why can't you understand? I'll destroy you. I'll strip away your soul and tear away your eyes and pluck your hair strand by strand while smiling as you scream. How can you sit there, gazing so complacently with high expectations as all this dangles above your head?
Break me. Break me. Break you. I will. And there will be no one to gather up the pieces and with loving fingers put a boy back together. All the terrible feats I've accomplished mean absolutely nothing to you, as if we live in two separate worlds that only meet when we exchange.
People have always known what would happen to me, because of me, even when back when. That's why they all did the best they could to ignore their peer.
Stay away and maybe he won't remember you when he gets old enough to do what he will do.
Except you never did. Can you be so dull that it all went over your head, where it hangs and weighs now? Everywhere, solid and just...there, where no one else would go. Dragging me back into your world where things were brighter and clearer, simply and straightforward, and nothing ever, ever is set in stone.
The moment you step away I fall back to where I belong. It's not difficult to ignore the rest when there's a hefty distance and I can focus on how it's what I have to do. There's no options or second glances because the person who matters will disapprove. And he's all I've got left and it's pure old logic that I set my life to his standards.
Why can't you get that through your thick skull as you act like there will always, always be a tomorrow no matter what.
Everything ends. Rarely happily. And yet you seem pleased just to be here of all places, like I of all people could protect you.
Silly little fool. In the end you'll still be gone and it will probably be my fault. Stand too close to the lighted match and you'll burn alone with it. I'm on a path of destruction and I've always have, whether it's self or the other.
Tomorrow I'll give you up. Tell you that you have to leave. Keep away from me.
That's a lie.
I've tried before and tried again but I need you. Even though I'll be your end and if there ever was a single person that I've wanted to save it's you. It's how there's only one day left and there may not be an afterward and there isn't time to waste with last minute goodbyes.
Fin