A/N~It is late/really early in the morning and I got this idea in my head so I decided to run with it…who knows what will happen! It is written in my weird italicized style, just a warning! Enjoy…
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything…
The way he was looking at you was wrong. So very very wrong. But the way you were looking back made the world melt.
And you wanted to feel. Feel his love, and his pain, and his desire. You wanted what had been stolen from you all those years ago.
Lust kept you alive, kept you wanting, and needing. Because he was your sisters, and he couldn't be yours.
Oh, how he wanted you, though. Late nights at work turned into early mornings in your bed. And you felt guilty, but it was too good to stop.
No one was suspicious; no one would ever suspect it. Not from the two of you. Because Victoire was your sister and Teddy was her love.
And when he enveloped you in his sweetness and warmth she never crossed your mind. Because she deserved to hurt and hurt and hurt. Because she had stolen him, right out of your arms,and you were going to get him back.
He never told anyone because what would he say? He was in love with both of you. He was so uncertain of what to do. So he kept you a secret, and he kept parading her around.
And that made you mad, so very very mad. And you wanted to yell at him, and punch, and kick. But you loved him too much. And you wanted to leave, but you couldn't say goodbye.
But one day you broke. And you screamed, and you made him choose. And he called you a bitch, and she called you a whore, because he couldn't keep you a secret any longer.
He chose her over you. And you hated them both. And you wanted it all to end, but there was no way. So you pined after him again, but they had already gotten engaged and it was too late.
On the day of their wedding he found you crying, and he swept you up in his arms, and he held you tight, and he wouldn't let you go even though you squirmed.
He soothed you, and stopped the tears, but you were still broken, and shattered. He murmured sweet things into your ear, and you wanted him so badly. But it was his wedding day. He had made his decision.
But he had a second of doubt, and it was enough. Because he told you he loved you.
The day their first daughter was born was the day you lost all hope. Because who would love you when they had a daughter with another women, with your sister.
But he still loved you. And he told you. Outside the hospital room. And you cried. Cried for you, and for him, and for his beautiful daughter, who was already so broken.
And he led you to a closet, and you couldn't resist, and you said it was one more time. But once is enough.
When you told him you were pregnant he yelled. He called you a slut, and said you slept around. But it was only him, and he knew it too.
Later he came and apologized, but you were so stung by his words that you shut him out. You told everyone the baby didn't have a father, not a real one.
It hurt him when you said that, but you didn't care, because he hurt you more.
People whispered about you, and people gossiped about who the father was. No one guessed the real one.
Your family tried to be supportive, but even they were judgmental.
Then your daughter came. And you cursed him because everything hurt so much. But he wasn't even there, and you didn't want him to be near you or your daughter. And you cried and cried and cried because you were alone.
He came to see her, but you wouldn't allow him to touch her. He was too destructive. She was too beautiful and fragile and…perfect… for him.
The way he was looking at you was wrong. So very very wrong. But the way you were looking back made the world melt.
And you wanted to feel. Feel his love, and his pain, and his desire. You wanted what had been stolen from you all those years ago.
But you were holding the reminder that he was bad, and not yours. Your daughter squirmed in your arms, wanting your attention. You looked away from your lost love, and towards your new love. Because she was all yours and nobody could take that away.
And as your family rejoiced, enjoying the Christmas dinner that lay before them you saw him sneak one last peek at you before he turned his attention towards his wife and daughter.
You both never stopped lusting for each other, but there was too much hurt and anger and time between the two of you.
Secretly you would shed a few tears for him, because you still loved him, even after it all.
A/N~Alright I am really unsure about this so please tell me what you think...please be honest, but nice!