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chasing a shining star
DominiqueScorpius

1. i need another story, something to get off my chest

You're a magician- no, not the kind with magic, though you are that kind, too.

The kind with words.

Poetry. Lyrics. Even novels. When it comes to words, you are the tamer and they are the lion, and they are fighting to stay free. And each time, you win.

You don't like to think much of yourself but you can't help but think you've quite possibly written the next best-seller, the next book that everyone will be reading and talking about.

But for once, you overestimate yourself, darling.

And you find this out when your hand freezes on the blank paper, no words to pour out onto it, no hidden truths that only you know how to find, where they precisely are in your story.

Nothing.

The paper stays clean and empty, silently mocking you as you try, and try, and try to think of a new plot, of new characters, of new situations.

And still, there's nothing. Nothing but a bare page.

But then, you met him.

(And he becomes your own personal tragedy, my girl.)

2. come by it honestly i swear, thought you saw me wink

You meet him over Winter Holiday, when Al brings him over. Faintly, you remember him in first year; nervous, and bracing himself for all the hell that would come since he is, after all, a Malfoy. You two were never really friends, as he mostly hung out with Al and Rose, and you with other Gryffindor's.

"I'm Scorpius," he says as he holds out his hand.

Of course you know who he is, what Weasley girl doesn't? But it isn't the snow-white hair or the hauntingly dark grey eyes that set him apart from the other guys- it's the fact that he's kidnapped each of the girls hearts at some point, at some time, that each of the girls has warned the younger girls to stay away from him- but who listens to their elders, anyway?

"Dominique," you say as the two of you shake hands. He looks you over, and you can't help but think that he's assessing you, as if wondering your worthy, but then smirks.

"Nice to meet you, 'Nic," he says.

And you don't bother correcting him, because something about the way he looks- so arrogantly, so blasé -you just think that he would still call you that, anyway. It takes awhile, but you get used to him, you get used to the way he acts so confident around others and how reserved he his. (With everyone except Rose and Al, and [surprisingly] you that is.)

In fact, you start to open yourself, your real self, to him, just a little bit.

3. my god, amazing that we got this far

Soon, to everyone's amazement, the two of you become friends- the best of friends. You're always there when he comes from a rough Quidditch practice, and he's always there when you're complaining about your family, or guys.

(He doesn't realize that the one you're complaining about is him.)

It's as if your living in a cheesy Muggle movie, where the best friends fall in love with each other and have a perfect, fairytale happy-ending.

But this isn't a fairytale, and this isn't a stupid Muggle movie.

This is real life.

And in real life, he isn't going to sweep you off your feet anytime soon or proclaim his love for you in the rain.

One good thing comes from this, though.

You're writing again.

(But the stories are starting to get a little repetitive, and you're tired of all of them not having happy endings.)

4. it's like we're chasing all those stars

He's with Rose.

He's finally with Rose.

Everyone has seen it coming for a long, long time. You just refused to believe that it would actually happen.

(You should've known- nothing good comes from falling for a Malfoy-boy.)

It turns out that you were just blind, blind by his brightness that shimmers like the stars and you just kept chasing.

But still, you keep chasing for a dream that would never come to reality.

(You were living in your fantasy world too much for him, anyway, darling.)


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