Perfectly Imperfect Chapter 1: Let it Go, a harry potter fanfic

Summary: Dumbledore and his ever- ingenious ideas. To be truthful, those very ideas were the pillars which kept London's magical alter ego standing. But when it comes to this, I genuinely believe it's going to fail. Horribly.

Disclaimer: I do not own the theme, ideas, characters or anything associated with Harry Potter, and take no credits for 4tune's music & from the lyricist.

Author's Note: Sorry for disappearing on you guys, but I had to handle a lot of drama that took place in my home and school recently regarding me, and that took a really long time. But, I'm going to have another chapter up this week for sure, so forgive me, please?
The second thing is, please R&R, readers! It helps the writer a lot. Thank you for showing interest in my story

Chapter 1:

"Let it Go"

D. Malfoy, Mr.:

The ring box sat on the table between us, the Tiffany's embossing on it now seemed intimidating, taunting me. Even though I had gotten off my knees, there still seemed to be a weight in the room. The music in the background, played by the orchestra I charmed especially for the occasion only added to it. I smiled lightly as I remember the first time I had met Astoria.

Never could imagine life without you,
from the moment you walked into my world.

[FLASHBACK] She was from a company that wanted to raise awareness for the cause to save the world, or so she was saying to my investment advisor, Mr. Kleats.

"Our cause is entirely legitimate and highly imperative! I assure you, investing in such a campaign would only increase your prof-"

"But remember, Ms. Greengrass you are asking for a one million pound donation to a cause. Doesn't that imply that one million pounds from our company's annual budget, which, might I add, had already been presented and agreed upon, only to have our name up on a board alongside your company's?"

"I assure you, Mr. Kleats, this is a valid and relevant cause to contribute to... The global state since industrialization has only been deteriora-"

"Not to mention, the added cost of re-proposing our budget, and where will we make up the lost million pounds? This company is not large enough to support an Eco-Friendly contract-"

"FINE," she cut him off, raising her voice for the first time in the entire meeting. Her eyes swept across the room one final time, eyes that were now aglow in obvious disbelief and resentment. Taking full advantage of the shocked silence that followed, she resorted to her calm exterior display.

"I regret even offering you the opportunity, Mr. Malfoy," she now spoke directly to me, her voice bitter in defence of her cause. "You shall obviously be very disappointed when people begin to realize the impact of companies like yours on our carbon footprint, and when they rebel against all such companies that refused to cooperate because of the financial costs. When people begin to realize you prioritize money over our future they wi-"

"That would be a sorry image indeed, for I am willing to sign the contract, for I made up my mind the moment you walked into the room. If you choose to retract your offer, I would be very disappointed indeed," a smile was now tugging at my lips at the sight of her stunned face. "Despite how it may seem, Ms... Greengrass, I believe? Mr. Kleats is my employee, it is not the other way around. I still make the decisions around here." [END FLASHBACK]

Never knew how long a loving flame would burn,
but losing you has forced me to learn

Our chemistry was undeniable. We knew how to flirt, we knew exactly how to please each other in bed. The first few weeks, our love was like an insatiable fire, and everything we did seemed only to fuel it. Everything about her was intoxicating, her chocolate brown hair that somehow always smelled like oranges, her lips and her strawberry chapstick, and even how she never seemed to tire despite spending the entire day at some protest or other. We began to slowly get to know each other, and our families. Our families were perfect, we thought. We were the perfect match, according to everyone we knew. Our family backgrounds matched, and our fiery personalities seemed to spark with just the right amount of playfulness at our parties. But that very part of our personalities made it difficult to ever have a fight without it getting serious. Because when we began to discuss any serious matter and our opinions clashed, our arguements seemed to have no end.

that we can't change the way we feel inside
and every try at love never turns out right

We both know it's better if we just let it go...

Soon the opinions seemed to clash at every issue. We first started to blame each other for purposely trying to ruin our relationship. Then we both tried to compromise our values to please the other. The result: a solution that pleased neither. And recently, the fights had become too common, we were getting used to it. The definition of our relationship was now our daily fights, with the occasional love-making. The whispers of sweet nothings from our past seemed to echo through the rooms of our apartment and the pressure behind the forced smiles made us claustrophobic. It was my mother who proposed this as a solution.

I looked up at the woman to whom I had just proposed that we spend our entire lives together. She was waiting, flinching, as though expecting me to have some cold, unfeeling response to her refusal. Instead, I smiled.

So let's have one last kiss, one last touch,
one last tender moment between us,
one last dance to our first song

Struck by Merlin knows what inspiration, I got up, and with a flick of my wand, the orchestra started to play Unchained Melody. I turned around to face Astoria, only to see a small, sad smile on her face. Memories seemed to have that affect on people.

"May I have this dance?" I smiled when she reached out and accepted my offer.

Unchained Melody. It was a remarkable piece of music, almost too perfect a choice for our song. Just like us, it was too perfect to be true. Which is why we had reached this point. I looked down at Astoria, and I knew we were both thinking of the time we've spent together. Two whole years.

while pretending there's nothing wrong.
Let's lay here for a while and
cherish every moment in denial.

We both know it's better if we just let it go...

But for now, we smile. She kisses me softly as we sway to the music, I only smile in return. As the song nears it's end, Astoria reaches her breaking point and lets one tiny teardrop fall through her smile. I look at her and try to find the strong woman I fell for. When I realize what I had done, that I was the reason why she gave up her strength, something inside me burns. I kiss the teardrop away, and she looks up longingly. We know what's going to happen next. But in that moment, all that matters is who we were, ages ago, when the problems weren't there. Somewhere in the background, the phone rings. Normally this would annoy me to no end, but I barely notice it, because in this moment, it was only about us.

Every time I try to make a stand at all
I see your face again and I fall

The woman in front of me was broken down, tired and frustrated, and it was my fault. I remember her confident demeanour, her graceful poise, and kiss her furiously, as though that would somehow erase the past couple of months; as though one night would erase them from my memory and hers. I do love her.

I hated myself for what I did to her. With these thoughts running through my mind, I devour her, as though tonight I could compensate for everything else.

In the middle of the night there's the scent of a rose
the smell of your perfume I suppose.

I wake up in the middle of the night, and just watch her sleep. I watch her chest rise and fall with her slow, deep breaths. I kiss her forehead softly. I inhaled her scent; she smelled of flowers and her orange shampoo. I do love her. Everything about her is beautiful.

But we can't change the way we feel inside
and every try at love never turns out right

I walk out to our living room and clear the table of everything except the champagne bottle and my flute. I pour myself a glass and wonder why she doesn't love me.

Love me? I laugh scornfully at myself. No one had been able to do that, not even Pansy, the school slut. My relationship with her had ended when I saw her seducing Longbottom. I guess after the war, being with a man so intricately attached to the "Dark Side" wasn't working out so well for her. Luckily, Astoria had walked intomy life at the perfect time. So how could she not love me?

So let's have one last kiss, one last touch,
one last tender moment between us,
one last dance to our first song
while pretending there's nothing wrong.
Let's lay here for a while and
cherish every moment in denial.

She saved me. Of course she loves me. We love each other. We always have. We always will. I walk back into our room. Astoria's bedside clock reads 3 am. She opens her eyes and looks at me, and I crawl in next to her. I wrap my arms around her and she lays her head on my shoulder. We just stayed there, wishing that the night would never end, because what's so simple in the moonlight by the morning never is.

We both know it's better if we just let it go...

But morning comes, and we return to our daily routine. Work suddenly seems very important as we both try and avoid what was to come, even though we knew it was for the best. She is ready before me, as usual, and stops to give me a quick kiss before she leaves. After her lips leave mine, she lingers there for a moment, as though she wanted to say something.

Maybe if we met each other under a different sky,
maybe then things would be much better between you and I.

Her eyes well up again, and I understand what she wanted to say in that moment.

"It's okay," I manage to say before walking to the kitchen table and picking up the Tiffany's box.

We can always hold on to this one special thing we share,
but it would be too much for us to bear.

She stays silent, obstinately looking at anything but the object in my hand.

"I'll return it," I say.

"I'm sorry," she turns her back to me so I can't see her cry.

"I'm sorry too," I walk up to her and put my arms around her. She holds me tight until her tears stop flowing.

We both know it's better if we just let it go...

"I can't do this anymore, Astoria, I love you, but I can't... I'm sorry"

I do love her. I'm just not in love with her.

Author's Note: Please REVIEW if you got this far, I would really like to know how I'm doing, or if I should do anything differently.
I'm trying really hard to associate songs into this fic because songs gave me the idea for the character's histories. There might be some chapters (or parts of chapters) without songs at all, so forgive me for jumping around like that.
Also, I intentionally jumped from one plot to another. Please bear with me, I know this is hard, but please try