Hand holding doesn't mean you're in love, kisses don't always mean something real, promises are broken as fast as they're made and sometimes...goodbyes really are forever.
-Unknown
References: Harry Potter Lexicon. By the way Mandy is a real character (not mine) in the Harry Potter books (by JK) and she is in Ravenclaw.
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"I saw you," she whispers, "with Brocklehurst."
"You mean Mandy?" He asks harshly. She nods and he gazes into her eyes as he collapses next to her upon a jade chair. They are very squished upon the chair and his legs are touching hers.
"She's very pretty," the other girl comments, "Ravenclaw, our year?"
"Mmmhmmm," he says as though in a daze. "She is."
"When did you--"
"--April nineteenth--"
"Oh," she says, "it's been a while then. God, it doesn't seem like we broke up that long ago."
He makes no comment and looked awkwardly over her shoulder out the window. The sky is gray and cloudy, storming and she moves her head so he can see better. It's so rehearsed.
"Well," he says, "hasn't been long, Parkinson."
"You can actually show some emotion about it, you know," she replies savagely. She peers into the hearth and she still swears she can see his eyes in it. Burning.
"But there was nothing there, Parkinson. We were kids."
"And you and Mandy?"
"I adore her, Parkinson."
"Like you told me, right? Like you kissed me, right? Like you said there was no other? Like you held my hand so tightly that it felt numb afterwards? Like you made me feel so special?"
He cocks his head so he doesn't have to look at her, she looks so broken now. Soul floats away, ice melts and seasons change. But people never move on. He sits perched on the chair as he sucks nonchalantly on a sugar quill.
"Give me one," she demands as he hands one over to her. They sit sucking on sugar quills in silence.
"What do you think of her?" He asks suddenly. Eager for her approval but never saying so.
Mandy is a snob. Mandy thinks she's better than everyone. Mandy isn't very intelligent. Mandy lies to people. Mandy gossips.
Mandy is so wrong for him that she would've just laughed--
"I think she's a nice girl, Malfoy," she says.
"You're lying."
"God help me then," she comments sarcastically. "I'm lying because I love you and I want you to be happy. And I'll sell anything to make you happy, Malfoy. Why, isn't that what you want for me?"
He turns to her and his lips brush her cheek gently. "Of course, Parkinson," he says swiftly. "Mind your back."
"As always," she comments dryly. "Go walk Mandy down to breakfast, now. She'll miss her Malfoy if you don't get a move on," she nudges him gently.
"Oh Parkinson," he opens up his arms and she quickly climbs in.
"Oh Malfoy," she mimics and then opens up the curtain leading to the outside. "Go on then, see your Princess."
"But you're my Princess," he whispers into her ear.
"Oh hush up," she playfully slaps him, "you mustn't say that anymore. Tisn't allowed. Farewell, love."
"Farewell then, my dear Parkinson."
He leaves the common room a silly smirk upon his pale face.
His Princess remains in the tower. Waiting for him to return.
The affair has just begun.
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