A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to all who favourited and followed. Just a quick question, do you guys want a final chapter where they reconcile? Or do you just want to leave it as it is? Review please
Her heart aches. So much. For the ice-cold Slytherin Prince she'd once spent hours ranting about in anger. His aloof façade doesn't fool her. His expressive grey eyes tell her all she needs to know. Those beautiful silvery orbs of his, filled with love for her once upon a time, now a piercing look that penetrated her very soul.
His normally styled blond hair, tousled ever so slightly, soft as a feather to the touch, is in a mess, the gelled spikes sticking up as a result of running his hand through it too many times. His aristocratic features are sharper than ever, his cheeks so sunk in that he resembles the Grim Reaper. But he is still the gorgeous bloke who seduced her into falling in love with him all those months ago.
A razor-sharp dagger rushes through her heart as she sees him calmly eating breakfast with his friends, not even glancing at her so much as once. Did he really not care? Her onyx eyes flash back and forth between her ex-lover and her friends, pretending to laugh occasionally to prevent anyone from noticing her agony. Her friends see right through her act, one of them going so far as to place a comforting arm around her. The warm familiar scent of her best friend engulfs her, soothing her broken and aching heart. Leaning her head on his shoulders, she silently sobs, not noticing the storm raging in a pair of grey eyes a table away.
Their love had been one in a million. Each understood the other like they were themselves; a single express their care for the other. Their embraces while rare, were more comforting than the softest of beds and the warmest of quilts. Their kisses were short and sweet, merely reassuring the other of their presence.
How could he have done this to her? After all they'd admitted to other. The great pureblood not actually wanting to be a Death Eater, or the Hufflepuff being meaner than she'd cared to acknowledge. Not to mention their meetings in the hidden nooks and crannies of the magical castle late after curfew, the sneaking out into their secret clearing at night to have a midnight picnic, the stolen kisses in between classes.
She wipes off the tears, and smiles tearily at her best friend, although her heart wished that it could have been him who was comforting her, as he used to do. His lean, muscular arms wrapping around her, like her own personal security blanket.
Where had their love gone? All destroyed no doubt, by the centuries-old prejudice against non-magicals beings. The remnants of their love, so true and pure, carelessly thrown into the wind. Wisps of the lovely memories just lingering in their minds, bringing agony and pain to their tortured souls.
A/N: And that's a wrap everyone! How'd you guys like it? Please review, favourite and follow! All are greatly appreciated! Also, do check out my other stories, Revelations, Blackness in Thy Heart, and Pretty Boy Troubles!
Love,
Vixen