"I don't believe you!" The woman's petite figure yelled as she started shaking, her waist-length silvery blonde hair was tousled as if she just hopped off a broom. There was a shrug in response and smirk thrown her way. She screamed at him, the Veela in her starting to show more the angrier she got. His composed features not giving away what she wanted to know from the man she had come to entrust with her heart.
No use taking off your clothes.
We won't be going there tonight.
You were kind enough to say hello.
I figured I could at least say goodbye.
The way I was thinking about telling you that I was in love with her
I'm still in love with her.
Oh look at this web I wove
"Do you really think I care what you think?" He turned to look out the window and he was glad he had cast a Silencio andMuffliato charms upon entering the room; he just hoped it was enough.The young woman was so furious she was speaking in her native tongue, French; he chose to speak in same so even she would still be able to understand him, no matter how upset she got. "We never had each other from the start; we are of two different breeds Gabrielle. We have used each other and lied; there is no point in continuing this when my heart still belongs to her."
So take this photograph, and I'll take this empty frame.
I won't be coming back, but you're not the one to blame.
The chemistry between liars like you and me ignites like gasoline.
Wait, wait, wait, let me set the record straight,
I was never really yours in the first place.
Now, oh, look at this web I wove.
"Why? After everything we have had, why would you throw it away for some girl? What about all these happy memories?" She threw the photographs he had asked her to bring onto a table in the middle of the room, the only thing separating them from each other. "We are Veela! How could you turn your back on what we can do when together? You are my mate!" The tears staining her cheeks burned her skin, she felt as if she were freezing from the inside out as he continually shattered her heart.
I told you, I would break your heart.
So take this photograph, and I'll take this empty frame.
I won't be coming back, but you're not the one to blame.
The chemistry between liars like you and me ignites like gasoline.
"I never said I would be your mate. You decided that, I've made a mistake and I'm choosing to correct it." He turned to face her, watching her momentarily before striding over and picking the photographs up. The people in them, the two occupants of the room, looked normal, she was smiling, and even now he had to admit she had a dazzling smile, he had on his signature look, his calm and collected self that everyone saw; she waved at the camera before turning and kissing him. He strode back to the window and pulled out his wand.
Explosions all around me.
There's no place that I'd rather be than home with her beside me.
I'm home … take me home again.
Is this where you thought I'd be?
How's this for your spotlight?
I thought you said something about me?
Well you better get your facts right.
"How can you say that? I can give you so much more than she ever can!" She rushed around the table to stand beside him, reaching out she clutched his arm and tugged so he would turn to look at her. "Draco, I don't understand how you could not love me after everything, after…" She couldn't continue for the sobs that were becoming more frequent prevented the words from forming.
So take this photograph, and I'll take this empty frame.
I won't be coming back, but you're not the one to blame.
Oh, the chemistry, chemistry between liars like you and me.
Ignites like gasoline (like gasoline).
"I told you I would break your heart, but you didn't listen. I never stopped loving her, and now," He had the ghost of a smile on his lips and a hand found its way over hers to stifle the gasp from being too loud, "now, I have mated with her and she is all mine. She is my home now and there is nothing you can do to change this. You wanted to use me for my fame, you got that, for my money, you had that, for my body, you used it. There is nothing more I can give you that you did not already have Little Veela. You played with fire, you were bound to get burnt." He turned back to the photographs and wordlessly cast a hovering charm, moving the photographs out of his grasp and a few feet away.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack sent to hell with a candlestick
Oh it will be, oh it will be
A hard time in the old town tonight
Oh it will be, oh it will be
A hard time in the old town tonight
Tonight, tonight we'll burn the city down
"Draco… What are you doing?" Gabrielle's voice rises in alarm as she watches him with wide eyes. He doesn't answer her as he wordlessly casts Confringo and the photographs catch fire, burning quickly, the ashes slowly descending to the floor. "NO!" She screeches at him and pushes him into the window. A crack appears and he doesn't move other than to shake his head at her. She turns on her heels and storms out yelling out an "Accio Broom!"as she tries to hold her Veela inside until she gets away from the city, so as to not destroying everything around her here. He sighs and moves to the door, collecting the last of his and her things that were around the room with a silent Accio he leaves to drop her stuff at her place and then to go home to his love, his Hermione.
