L'amour sans retour
For the Polevault in the Hogwarts Games 2012.
My OT3 is Dominique/Lily/Lorcan, though I don't ship any of them, but I've grown fond of Domnique/Lily. The title means literally "love without return", but it sounds better in French.
Many thanks to Izzie (shine brighter than the sun) for beta-ing this and also for being the best beta I've ever had. ;)
Warning: cousincest and femmeslash.
She watches her waltz dreamily across the floor of the stage, with her feet barely making a sound as she drops lightly on her toes. Her flowing white dress reaching her knees shows off her bare legs as she turns around and twirls on one toe. She stands out among the crowd of beautiful dancers – partly because she is the main character in the play, and partly because she is the most dazzling of them all.
Her eyes are closed, hiding her dark blue irises but showing off her long, thick lashes which any girl would kill for. Her dark red hair is pulled up in a tight bun at the top of her head with lose curls falling across her face. The short dress shapes out her curvaceous and slim body perfectly. But the one thing that makes Dominique catch her breath is the faint smile playing on her lips – even visible to her from so far away – as she, with her eyes still shut, dances her heart out.
She can sense the audience also trapped by her alluring beauty. They watch in wonder as she still dances, twirling and flying with pirouettes; coiling the audience with her around and around in a circle.
Everyone gasps in unison as she takes a large leap and lands as gently and effortlessly as she did before.
There is a moment of silence before the hall bursts into applause. She bows gracefully, and turns around to disappear behind the curtains.
Dominique jumps up from her seat in the front row. The applause still continues behind her as she slides under the curtain at one side of the stage and enters the backstage.
Everyone applauds and gushes over the performance even here. Her eyes strain to catch a flash of a white dress or a streak of red hair – and then she sees her among the swarm of sweaty dancers. She is surrounded by a group of admirers already which were mostly teenage boys, and she smiles warmly at them all but she can spot the exhausted lines in her face.
She can imagine how tired she is, and all she wants to do is wrap her arms around the other girl and press her lips on hers and feel her slim body against hers and tell her that she loves her.
But before she can reach her, someone else appears out of nowhere and takers her place. He is dressed in simple clothes, his shaggy hair falling into his twinkling eyes. He scoops up the dancer in his arms, and presses his lips on hers. She can hear the small cry when she shrieks his name, "Lorcan!" and the laugh that escapes her throat afterwards, as she kisses him.
The small flutter of happiness in her chest distinguishes as it always does when she sees them together and doubts whether she will ever be just as happy in her arms as she is in his.
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