There were a lot of things she wasn't proud of – falling in love with him, wasn't one of them. Sure, the timing, the placing, and the lives they led – those she wasn't proud of. Not him, though, never him.
But the things he was saying (the heart he was breaking) were tempting her otherwise and she wishes…. She wishes she was able to (keep him) let him go.
"Why?" she asks, tears getting caught in brown lashes. She doesn't understand but she needs to. It's like drinking fire, swallowing her sobs so they don't burst forth. "Why can't you be with me?" She doesn't elaborate (Why am I not good enough for you to stay?). She doesn't need to.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't even move (can't even break). She wishes he would yell at her or shove her away… anything to prove he (actually doesn't love her, so she can finally let him go) isn't some cold, untouchable statue.
"Why?" she demands again. She hits his chest (trying to hit the heart, but the arrow is turned away) and gets angrier because she knows he allows it.
"I can't," he murmurs. It is nothing but it is everything. "I just… can't." He looks at her and she knows he's (tempted) wants this, too, but he doesn't take (her) it. Damn his stubborn side (he's all stubborn side).
"But…" she dies off… appropriate.
"I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of," he admits, "but that doesn't stop me from doing them." He looks at her then and she wishes he hadn't. She never knew grey could be so cold (and then she remembers steel, and it's appropriate).
She's breathing fire and can't stop the shuddering breath she takes. The flames are eating her alive and she will never recover. The tears try to douse it out but (she) they aren't enough.
The steel is unflinching, as it gazes at her through the blonde hair, and she wishes they could (be) switch places.
"I have to go," he tells her. It's useless because he's already left. "Forget about me, okay?"
The flames burn harder and faster and she doesn't bother answering. She doesn't feel like lying anymore.
He looks away from her; he's breaking and just wants to take her in his arms. He doesn't. He gets up and leaves, every muscle cooperating but his heart.
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of, but that doesn't stop me from doing them.
He doesn't look back.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: This is kind of a useless DHr oneshot because it could fit any random ass pairing, ne?