disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the lovely character of Dominique Weasley, that would belong to the beautiful J.K. Rowling. This oneshot series will entirely revolve around a Dominique Weasley. Ahem, because I love her so much.

prompt: crazier by taylor swift

Dom couldn't believe what she was doing. She wasn't a spontaneous person. She was strict, scheduled and organised. I mean, her best friend was Rose. She kinda had to be strict, scheduled and organised. But it was as if she let the wind guide her. Let her instinct take over. She was at his door. At their door. At their prettily painted blue door. A cottage. Dom wanted to snort in disgust. She couldn't believe that he was here. In a goddamn cottage. She remembered a time being lost in his eyes, at his determination to be different. To be better, to go off in New York City and become the writer he so wanted to be. That obviously didn't happen. She sighed and glanced up at the sky, bright never sky. She drew in some of that starlight energy and then she knocked.

The minute she opened the door, there was a rush of wind. A swirl in the air. She was being lifted off the ground. And being spun around so fast she felt like she could see the stars. She smiled and looked down. The burst of happiness lit her eyes. It was him. Him and his brilliant blue eyes. She was overwhelmed by the sudden need to kiss him. To tell him what he meant to her, how it hurt when she saw him map out his life without her. She wanted to tell him, being with him was like flying. That right now felt like flying. Like being dipped in gold and allowed to soar. That she wouldn't mind to stay flying with his bright eyes as her horizon. She felt like this feeling was making her crazy. She was strict, scheduled and organised. She had no time for love. It wasn't on schedule. It wasn't part of the plan. For any feelings of spontaneity or all consuming happiness. She told him before she had it mapped out. But she knew the minute he first saw her at the ball, she was falling. She was believing. But all that shrivelled up at the sound of her voice. Victorie's.

"Who is it Teddy?"

The sound travelled light, sweet, lilting in the starlight dusted air. Dom choked a sob.

"Just your little sis and my fave Redhead." Victorie laughed. That sounded worse. Almost cotton candy sweet. Dom felt sick.

"Let her in then, you numpty. And close the door, Andromeda is complaining that it's cold."

Dom choked another breath. But a tear slid down her cheek. Starlight shining off the tear. The stars weren't on her side anymore. (Stars? She meant Teddy right?)

"Sure honey, come on in- are you okay Dom? You're crying."

Dom smiled back at him. She was okay. She knew it about stars, about a family with Teddy was too much to expect. It was all too much. She had never hated expectations so much.

"I'm fine. Just a little jet lag. I'm a little tired actually. Just wanted to stop by. But I guess I really gotta go-"

"No stay. I miss you Red. I haven't seen you for awhile, see you've gone off to the big city, how was it?"

She nearly asked him why he didn't go. But she bit it back. He had a cottage. A blue door. A never sky. A daughter. And Victorie. He didn't need a city of drunken lights. He had sweetness and honey. A paradise.

"Oh no, I really should go. Rose would absolutely kill me unless I turn up at the apartment tonight, you know how she is."

She tried for a smile. She wasn't sure if she made it.

"Yeah, no one should ever face the wrath of Rose but hey we should catch up. The three of us."

Dom smiled.

"Sure."

The lie sunk on her tongue. Bitter. She turned and left. Her heart beating so crazily fast she wondered if she was ill. But she knew that she wasn't. Just stupid and crazy for believing.

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