Fast Fall

People have always fawned over you

baby girl of the Chosen One and that beautiful Weasley girl.

You didn't have a single contender.

For your beauty, your friends, or your

crown.

Until your cousin sweeps in.

All smart remarks and cheeky smiles.

They all fall for her.

Knocked down like dominoes from only one of her

winks.

Not big famous Vicky(your idol)

or Vicky's little sister, Dominique, who has always been just a little too passionate to be perfect

or Molly, a little too stiff and prudish to party with the popular ones

and forget about Roxy and Lucy, the ones too caught up in art and honesty, gritty realness, to be cool.

No, it's little miss Rose Weasley who's taking your world by

storm.

Miss Rose Weasley, who hangs with the arty girls, your dork brother, and that outcast Malfoy.

You are so shocked that you don't take her as a threat,

you don't brush her out of the way before she can make a fuss.

You were once kinda sorta friends, back at home, when you pitied her.

Suddenly smarts are in, and she draws ahead of you in the race, seeing as she inherited auntie's brains.

Suddenly you are chastised, because Rose is so

kind and giving.

Suddenly your sheet of dark, enchanting red hair and mysterious half-lidded green eyes( Daddy's eyes, of course) don't look so pretty

against those barely contained red gold curls and huge

(get lost in them)

brown eyes.

And suddenly, the little Malfoy is kinda sorta cute(handsome).

So you flirt (got that talent from Mummy) and he laughs.

You start hoping and maybe fall a little in love.

(But you keep that secret, because your friends, after all, are just a bunch of airheads and gossips.)

Inexplicably, you start going out.

A Potter and a Malfoy, the whispers say as you grasp his hand.

It's blissful, at least for a little while, until you catch him looking.

At her.

So you scream and he mutters, I'msorrywejustdon'tfit.

But all you are is hollow inside and the voice in your head is singing

Itoldyouso.

Itoldyouso.

Again and again as your safe little world comes crashing down.

Hit by lightning and consumed by fire.

Come down too fast for you to salvage anything, or even escape.

You were blind, the voice crows as it watches you cry.

But a couple tears won't douse flames.

You know that they were meant for each other.

Best friends since Sorting Day.

So you hide in the shadows, thinking your heart is so bruised it might stop beating,

as you gaze at miss Rose and the little Malfoy.

Who fit together so perfectly, the way you never did.

Keep crying, Lily, a river won't bring down this fire now.