Notes, disclaimers, and so on: so this chapter took a long time too. *apologizes profusely* yeah and… yeah. It's a little overdone. I guess that's okay. I figured I'd string you along some more, waiting for the poor little twinsies to finally finish their damned fight. Hah! Um… right. So the characters are possesion of JKR but the plot (plot? What plot?) is mine. Well except for Daniel and Emmett. You can use them if you want, but I don't see why you would.
This chapter contains: angst and slash and Lee. Oh and it's called "How It Ends" but this isn't the last chapter.
Chapter 15: How It Ends—Lee's InterludeI hear you screaming behind me as the door shuts softly and I stand in the stone hallway with my eyes closed and my nails biting into my palm and my lower lip being masticated by my upper jaw. This isn't how it was supposed to end.
Maybe it wasn't supposed to begin at all.
George will break, shatter under the pressure of your screams and your tears and your betrayals. And I know what will become of you both.
My footsteps echo in the empty corridor and I am winding slowly, slowly downwards, to the common room. They will all be waiting. Listening to you and George throwing your hearts at the wall.
I don't need to listen; I know what you are saying. Exactly when you'll both start crying. How George will sit and slump and hide his face and shake with the misery of it all. Because maybe I can't read your mind like he can but I've known you, lived with you for seven years.
And I know that it's not enough. That you've chosen him. Like you always do. And I know that I could never compare. That you used me just like always- your personal time filler. Entertainment 24/7.
If you were here now, you'd glare at me, land a punch on my arm. Aw, fuck, Lee, you'd complain. I don't need this bitter jealousy shit. You know you're my boy.
And I'd tell you that the sick possession lingo was grating on my nerves. And that I am not a boy. And then I'd hit you back.
But you're not here. And we'll probably never have a conversation like that again. Because soon you'll be his. And he'll be yours. And that's the end of it.
Last night, how could I know what would happen? I must have, though. The way you looked at me, begged me to fuck you, told me softly that this is how it has to be. You planned it, all of it. Fucking all of it.
What I want to do right now is hit someone. Hit you. Scream I'm sick of your shit I'm sick of your SHIT goddamn you why did you have to love him.
You knew when you kissed me what you were doing. When you let me hold you and twist my fingers in your hair and feel you shaking beneath me, you knew what it would do. I would let you use me again, because that's the way it's always been.
And I've always been true to you.
So when you shove past me, running down the stairs, nearly choking on your breath, I know that in a few hours this will all be over. You'll go back to him. Share your first kiss with the brother you swear you love.
Your brother. When I was here all the time.
Daniel and Emmett rush over to me, eager for the gossip. They know things have been going horribly, disgustingly wrong between you two—well, everyone knows, now.
Christ, what's up with them? And, bloody hell, I've never seen the twins fight before.
Tiredly: I'm not the one to tell you what's going on. Sorry guys, but if you want to know, ask the twins.
Because even now I won't betray you.
One day you'll ask why I'm angry. Why our friendship, so wonderful and seemingly endless, screeched to a perfectly timed halt and then got hit by the oncoming car anyway.
Maybe I'll tell you it's because I can't get over how you knew. You knew he would come in. You knew he would hear. You knew he would run from you and then come sobbing back.
Maybe I'll tell you that I just moved on. That sometimes friendships end.
Or I might tell you the truth. And tell you that it was for you. Because I always loved you. And knew that I would be in the way.
All for you, my love—it was always all for you.