Never-Love
"I don't love you."
"I know."
It was never about love.
Lust seemed to be the initial driving force of our relationship. Heated caresses in hidden shadows. Stolen kisses and guilty moments. That was our game.
We ignored the line that was dividing the wizarding world in two. It wasn't a rebellion against the division. We had both chosen a side. It was more like momentary oblivion to its existence when we were together. We stepped onto the line and chose to ignore that there was anything on either side. And when we were done, each of us stepped to our respective sides, satisfied.
It was never about love, but my heart broke the day you died.
I never loved you, but I wanted you. I thought someday want might turn into like and from there the like would evolve into love. Reason told me that love between a Malfoy and a Weasley could never happen. But I threw practicality out the window and mourned that I had lost the possibility of love.
It was never about love, but I still hesitated before I uttered the curse that took your life.
Time slowed down and amidst the chaotic duelling our eyes met. As I raised my wand, I could see that you knew that this would happen, that our relationship would end this way. In our world, we couldn't co-exist as lovers. Nor could we be apart.
You smiled sadly.
I cursed.
You died.
You knew that it was inevitable and that our never-love couldn't end any other way. It took me some time to realise that you never raised a finger to stop me.
It was never about love.
Not for me, anyway.