She still came to his room every night, like clockwork, because he had lost enough; he didn't need to lose her.

She thought he didn't see the glances she sent to Ron, thought he didn't see how they disappeared, she thought he was stupid.

Every night she whispered, "I love you."

Every night they fucked.

He used to think they were making love, now he saw it for what it was.

He used to worship her, he ran his fingers through her hair, and breathed in her scent. He used to love her.

Tonight she smelled like Ron and when she kissed him it was all wrong. She leaned back and whispered, "I love you."

He frowned and asked her to leave.

"Why? What's wrong Harry?"

"Because my burden looks a lot like you." He said standing up and turning away.

"Harry?" She didn't want to know what he meant. "I love you Harry."

"I guess love rhymes with pity now." He refused to look at her.

After the door clicked he let himself crumble.

A/N - I was listening to my favorite song by The Blood Brothers "Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck" and this kinda hit me, everything Harry said is modified from the song.

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