Author's Notes: I have changed this work a little bit and have decided to make it into a 3 part series. Each part will be from a different characters point of view. I wanted to say a quick thank you to darkmosmordreheart. She was the one who inspired this series, read her stuff she is brilliant! Have fun reading!
"Fighting a losing Battle"
In the end all that mattered was that I had won.
We had both fought over him but I had won fair and square. This is the important fact you must remember. I was supposed to be happy with him, it was destiny. When I finally got what I worked so hard for he came and took it all away. I had him, he had married me not him.
That was all that mattered.
I had the perfect life which included the perfect man, the hero. I had everything I had ever dreamt of, everything my childhood lacked I had. My fairy tale life was complete right down to the evil villain attempting to steal the prince away. When I look back on my life, my house, my money, my fame all meant nothing. They were nothing because the foundation of my fairy tale was lacking.
In the end I had a man who wasn't in love with me and a family who was living a lie. He loved me but he would never love me as much as I needed him to. All I ever was to him was a little sister, a best friend, someone to protect from the cruel world and keep his facade alive. I never wanted that.
I wanted all of him. I wanted his love and passion. I wanted to be the one who gave meaning to his life, the first thing he thought of in the morning and the last thing at night.
However I could never be what he wanted me to be. I could never be him.
I never mentioned him to Harry, it was an untouchable topic. So much between us had become unsaid words and unspoken questions. There were numerous topics which were simply never brought up. The war, his family, Voldemort, the people we had lost, the list goes on. How I hoped that one day he would change and realise that I was the one he hoped to share his life with but all those dreams were lost when Draco came back into our life. I wanted to be the one whom he confided in and was willing to bring the painful memories up for. I wanted to be a part of him.
I loved Harry like no one else possibly could and definitely more than that cheap whore could. I had obsessed over him for so many years and he was practically like family what more could he want?
He didn't know that I knew, he thought I was simply the little, naive girl he met years ago. I knew more about Harry than he would have ever known; I never quite got over my obsession.
It wasn't fair! It wasn't right. He was mine, I had won! He was my world, my one and only. To Draco he was nothing but a cheap fuck. Harry deserved better, I couldn't just watch him die.
I watched as he spent so many sleepless nights crying over a mere memory. I was cruelly ignored as he would flip through a photo album with a sad smile playing on his lips. A smile he never shared with me. I was forced to watch as he visited his pensive every time and came back either in tears of laughter or sadness. Either way he shared neither with me. It had ended so long ago and yet Harry just wouldn't let go, he held onto a memory he would never relive.
To be honest I was doing him a favour, think of it as my gift to him.
Now that I think about it I should have been more merciful, it was not his fault but that stupid whore of his. As I washed the blood of my hands and watched it spiral toward the drain I felt an odd serenity.
It was not my fault; he forced me to do this. I watched as he died, his blood seeping out of the deep cuts I had inflicted upon his perfect body. A part of me had wanted him to suffer, wanted him to gasp out in pain and watch him waste away. For once he was not wasting away over his lost love but instead he was wasting over me. I prolonged his death for as long as I could, he was finally sharing with me and I did not want it to end.
I seethed with anger as he turned his head to face me and whispered one last word.
"Draco..."
Now as I stand above my husband's lover's grave I know 3 miserable lives have been ruined and lost. I know that I will be hunted down and killed for murdering 'The Saviour of the Wizarding World' but all I truly wanted was for him to be my saviour.
As I kneel down and place a blood covered white rose on his grave I forced myself to smile.
"Congratulations Malfoy, you won."
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