IV.

i am really no good at all, on my own

He apparates her to a strawberry field. The comforting scent leaves her breathless and she looks at his flushed cheeks in that curious manner she always does. She wonders why he doesn't let go of her hand right after he's sure they didn't get splinched.

"Draco?" she questions, her wistful voice carried with the slight breeze.

"I left Astoria, Luna. I left her for you," he says, more euphoric than she's ever seen him. His eburnean teeth shine against his flawless skin, and she swears she didn't just hear that. The Nargles are getting to both of her again.

"W-What?" she stutters, completely speechless for once.

He brushes a strand of her fair hair away from her confused aquamarine eyes while she shifts away from him, breaking their eye contact.

"I love you," he chokes out, suddenly unsure of himself. The grin fades from his face, but the adrenaline-induced blush still stains his ivory cheeks.

"No," she whispers the word more to herself than him. A looks of horror invades her face, and she looks in his melted mercury eyes.

A look of confusion crosses his face. "Isn't this what you wanted to hear?"

He's suddenly scared for more than his life for once.

"No!" she screams and shoves him while she runs through the blinding blur of various shades of red and green that stain her bright yellow summer dress. Kind of like how the memories stain her mind.

Hyperventilation begins to set into her lungs and she accepts it like an old friend.

"Luna?" he calls, fearfully. He feels splinters in his chest as he looks for her.

"No!" she repeats the word childishly, hoping he'll just leave her alone. She has Neville now, she doesn't need him anymore. Cheap thrills are a thing of the past.

"Please," his voice breaks at the end. "I can't be alone," the fragrant breeze brings that last whisper to her sensitive ears. She wishes her radish earrings didn't help her hearing now. She closes her eyes and internally prays for his forgiveness right before she pulls out her wand.

A faint pop reaches his ears, and he just can't believe this. No one can resist him, a Malfoy.

She still left him, though.

Now, he breaks, breaks, breaks.
(Just like she did.)