"humans have a knack of choosing precisely the things that are worst for them."
-albus dumbledore
tell me i'm loved
Astoria Greengrass is a quiet person. She supposes that she can't be like her elder sister, social and popular and loud, so she settles for quiet. She minds, greatly, but no one asks. Overshadowed, overloved – whatever.
She was always expectionally well at lying.
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She has very dark dark hair and very hazel eyes. She is so completely ordinary that it's unnerving. But she's the first person that ever got a second glance from him.
That had to count for something.
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She's talking talking talking and Draco knows he should be listening but he just can't. Even her, who understood everything, didn't know what he felt. He, does, catches her calling him lost behind large unnecessary words. And this causes him to interrupt.
"How can I be lost when I don't know where I was going in the first place?"
She doesn't know how to answer.
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His heart is locked up tight, simply because love hurts too much.
(but he thinks it's slowly opening up. the lock's definitely getting looser.)
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They're sitting outside together by the Great Lake and it's dark out but much too cloudy to see the stars.
But that was okay. There were more than enough in her eyes.
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"Do you love me?"
"I don't love."
"That's what I used to think, too."
He looks at her and shoves his lips against hers.
(she's the perfect recipe of desire, redemption, and betrayal.)
It's answer enough.
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"I love you, Astoria."
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"Draco, don't – don't leave, Draco -"
He leaves.
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It's excruciating, because she can't think of anything she did wrong.
So she assumes he's just another betrayer.
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"I thought you loved me."
"I thought I did, too."
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mirror mirror on the wall, who's the most fucked up of them all?
A/N: i'm not even going to lie, that was really confusing and i have no idea what i just wrote because i did just try to write something cute but that is SO not my forte. i have no idea what this is, but whatever.
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