A/N:
Hello, everyone.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, sadly.
Because once your heart is broken, you wish you hadn't fallen, fallen, fallen.
Because what every guy tells you isn't always the truth.
Because true love won't always last forever.
You hate him. He hates you. You're a Gryffindor. He's a Slytherin. You ignore him for the first three years at Hogwarts. You don't notice him. He doesn't notice you. Then, it's fourth year and Harry Potter asks you to the Ball. Harry Potter! And you're excited and nervous and you don't know what to think. And you squeal with your best friend and count the days down.
And when the Ball finally comes, Harry Potter completely ignores you, and you're sitting by yourself. And then a Beauxbatons boy asks you to dance. You stand up, and you let yourself get led onto the dance floor.
But then someone interrupts.
"May I have this dance?" He asks politely. And you're surprised, surprised enough to nod.
And then he's dancing with you at the Yule Ball, the boy you're supposed to hate, to ignore, and you're both smiling and laughing like crazy. And you don't care what anyone else thinks, for once, no one's opinion matters. And he's twirling you under his arm, and you're finally happy.
You start secretly dating. He tells you every day that he loves you. That you're his forbidden fruit. In public he ignores you, but you're too lovesick to notice.
And then, five months later, you're screaming at him to get away. And he's watching you calmly, like he always does, only this time you want to slap him, except you can't.
Because you still love him…even if he did fool around with your best friend.
And for that, you hate yourself for falling, falling, falling.
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How was it?
This has got to be my favorite drabble that I've written.
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