As I have said in the Previous chapter, this story was inspired by Greyson Chance's amazing song 'Broken Hearts'. Go check him out on youtube!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter realated or the rights to the song :) Enjoy Peeps!

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Here to Stay

"Draco, come on out! We need to leave or we'll be late!" Blaise banged on their bathroom door. "Your costume can't possibly be that bad!"

"I can't get these blooming tights on!" came his muffled reply.

"Tights?" Theo mouthed, causing Blaise and himself to burst out laughing.

"I'm coming out now, you had better stop laughing or I'll curse you!" Draco warned before stepping out clad in green and brown, fashioning a hat with a red feather and holding a bow and arrow.

Theodore frowned. "Are you…Robin Hood? Like, the muggle legend Robin Hood?"

"Yes, I am. I read about him in a book and thought it would be something different."

"And your father actually allowed you to dress up as a guy from muggle books?" Blaise interjected, his eyebrow raised in surprise.

"Father's not home, so what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Mother on the other hand really couldn't care less." he grinned. "So what are you?"

"Say hello to Zorro!" Theo called, unsheathing his sword and slashing a 'Z' in midair. "He's also a muggle person. I'm not sure if he's fictional, but I did see a book about him, so I guess he is." he shrugged, sliding his blade back in it's sheath.

"And I'm Dracula." Blaise said, dramatically waving his cape. "I know it's not really inventive, but I couldn't think of anything else." he grinned.

"Hey, are those fangs you've got stuck to your teeth?" Draco asked, scratching at his tights.

"They're not stuck on, they're real! I got Madam Pomfrey to mess with my real teeth a bit this morning, granted, it took some persuasion, but hey, they're real!" he tapped one of them. "She came running after me though, screaming something like: 'If I don't find you in my office tomorrow evening to reverse that, I'll hunt you down personally Mister Zabini! Hunt you down I will!" Blaise imitated in a high, shrill voice, pointing his finger. "Man, that woman scares me."

This caused the three best friends to laugh. "I think we should get going, my bet is that the girls are already in the Great Hall." Draco said, slinging his bow over his shoulder.

On the way through the dungeons the boys started speculating about the girl's costumes.

"I reckon Pans is going to be a devil." Draco grinned foolishly. "It would suit her, don't you think?"

"Totally! What do you think Daph's going to go as? I think she's going as an angel. They could contrast each other, you know?" Theo said. He could imagine Daphne so well as an angel, with a golden halo hovering over her soft brown locks, strong powerful wings beating rhythmically and a long, flowing dress swishing as she danced in his arms…

-V-

As the three boys approached, the huge double doors of the Great Hall swung open revealing a plethora of magical decorations. The teachers had really outdone themselves, there were lit up pumpkins bobbing about their heads, bats flapping under the enchanted ceiling and thick cobwebs draped around the room which glowed eerily by the flickering candlelight. Even the ghosts had made an effort as they swooped around, chatting away to students. The hall was abuzz. They were just admiring the walking skeletons when a flash of black flung itself at Draco. It was Pansy.

"Where were you?" She put her silk-gloved hand on his chest. She was not, as they had assumed, clad as the devil, but as a black cat, how appropriate. She was wearing a tight fitting black jumpsuit with a magically swishing tail attached to the end. Two pointy ears looked like they had grown from her dark hair and she obviously done something to her eyes as they were bright green instead of the usual chocolate brown.

"Your boyfriend here was having a spot of trouble getting those flashing tights on, ey, Draco?" Blaise sniggered.

"Shut up Zabini." scowled Draco, leaning down to kiss Pansy.

"You're not going to let him forget this, are you?" Theodore smirked.

"Never in a million years." Blaise grinned evilly, looking at Draco and Pansy who were still very much engaged in each other. "Let's go get a drink and see if we can find Daphne."

So the boys went and sat down holding a glass of pumpkin juice with a suspicious hint of fire whisky detectable. They spent about an hour analyzing their fellow class mates costumes. There were ten pirates, seven cowboys, a geisha, a ballerina, three clowns, a fourth year dressed as a quill, a peacock, nine princesses, five sailors and a bee, among many others.

"Have you spotted Daph yet?" Theo asked, taking a sip.

"Nope. But Astoria's over there, she might know where her sister is." Blaise said, getting up.

As the boys approached Daphne's little sister ,they heard her say: "Isn't my costume ever so pretty!" And indeed it was. Astoria was dressed up as a fairy, and a very pretty one at that. The actual dress constantly shifted colour and glittered like a rainbow through a light drizzle of rain. It flowed in layers away from her body, stopping just above the knee. Her curly, light blonde hair hung loosely down her back and the little pointy tips of her ears peeked out. But what was most magical of all were the pair of translucent wings had sprouted from between her shoulder blades and were lightly fluttering about. "Of course, I made it all myself." she went on to say confidently to a group of people admiring her outfit.

"Actually," Theo butted in, "Daphne, her big sister made it for her yesterday. I think she did a superb job, don't you think so too?" This earned him a flaming glare form Astoria.

"What was that for?" she hissed at him.

"You shouldn't lie." Blaise told her sternly "But that's not what we're here for, do you know where your sister is? We can't find her."

Astoria glared up at him "She's still in her room, altering her dress again." she uttered angrily, turning to leave.

"Thanks Tori!" Theo called after her.

Just then the doors swung open again and silence fell over the hall like a blanket. "Why's everyone so-" Theo started, turning around, but then he caught sight of her. His eyes bulged. It couldn't be. It was. He swallowed.

Daphne walked over to them, head bowed shyly.

"Wow! You have by far the best costume, Daph." Blaise smiled.

"Thanks. It took me ages to make, I just couldn't decide on the right colour combination, you know? Do you like it?"

"Yes!" Theo answered a bit too excitedly maybe. "You're supposed to be…?"

"Marie Antoinette, a muggle with extravagant taste in clothes. Dad dragged me and Tori to a museum over the holidays and that's where I first saw one of her beautiful dresses. So when the announcement came that we had to wear a costume to this party I knew exactly who I wanted to dress up as." she smiled, smoothing the folds of her dress. Daphne's costume really couldn't be compared to any other in the room, not even to Astoria's. It was based on one of those really old fashioned dresses, you would only really see in museums or private collections.

Hers was pale pink and dark purple. The corsage was laced tightly together at the back, creating that oh so perfect hour glass figure. The sleeves came to the elbows and were trimmed with fine, white lace. Little black bows were placed strategically over the farthingale to hold up folds of material. The, very low, cleavage tipped with lace, drew all male eyes on her. Daphne's usually loose hair, was pulled up in a French bun with little pearls securing it in place and only allowing a few strands of chocolate curls to frame her pretty, heart shaped face. A simple pearl necklace lay on her pale collarbone, perfection…

-V-

Theo sat alone at one of the tables, nibbling at a Pumpkin Pasty. He was watching Daphne dance with various boys to the tunes of the Weird Sisters, who Dumbledore had organised to play. He watched her face glowing with the light of her smile. He himself hadn't plucked up the courage yet to ask her to dance. It was always a matter of 'well, I'll go up at the next song'. It never happened. He always chickened out. Why was he such a damn coward? The question lingered in his mind as song after song came on.

He imagined himself, dancing into the night with his Queen. Her laughter more beautiful than the cry of a Phoenix. The loose strands of her hair flying about as he twirled her. Her pretty brown eyes as they sparkled in the light. Her head against his chest. Her hand in his. Forever…

'Right, the next song that plays, I'm asking her!' he told himself firmly.

Fortune was being kind to him, the next song was a slow one. It was the type where the girl puts her head against the guys shoulder, it ends in a kiss and they lived happily ever after. Full stop.

'There's no chickening out of this one, Theodore.' the little voice in his head told him as he walked through the dense crowd 'Be a man and take a chance!'

When the dancing couples parted, what he saw took him a bit by surprise, for Daphne was slow dancing with none other than Blaise!

'Don't be a chicken!' The little voice nagged, pushing him on.

"I'll take it from here." He smiled, offering Daphne his hand.

"It's fine, pal, I've got it under control." Blaise winked.

"It's fine, really, Theo." said Daphne, her head leaning against Blaise's shoulder, her dainty hand in his rather large one.

"Alright." Theo smiled, shrugging off that jealous feeling that was starting to spread.

So, he went back to his table, waiting for the next slow song to start up. He wasn't left waiting long.

Only a few minutes later he found himself slaloming between couples. And there she was. There they were. All Theo could do was stand there, rooted to the spot, watching.

Watching as Daphne, his Daphne, his bright angel, his songbird, his love, his world, his everything…loved another. Softly kissing his best friend, Blaise. How was this fair? Why was the world like this? What happened to the happy ever after?

Theodore turned and walked away, not noticing the other people around him, just focused on turning away from it all. He sat back down at his table.

After a moments silence a voice broke through the void of misery. "That feeling, the broken hearted one, it'll fade away…in time." It was Pansy.

"She took the air I'm breathing and stole my heart. She left me with a broken heart, and broken hearts, they never fade away. Broken hearts are here to stay…"

The End

AN: Ok, so I have to admit that I got slightly emotional while writing the end :) I feel so bad for Theodore now, why do my endings always have to be so bittersweet? Answer: Because, they're actually quite nice to write. I know it sounds horrible but, hey, that's reality right? Not everybody gets their happy ever after. People do get their hears broken, there's no way around it. Life isn't always a fairytale...