Entry for the "Speed Drabble" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"
Prompts:
1 hour time
Dialogue line: "This isn't what it looks like."
Pairing: Fleur Delacour/Viktor Krum
Entry for the "Hogwarts Fair 2014" - Minigolf
I hope you like it :)
Unfortunately for you, you only managed to start the course in mid-afternoon, now you're at the last hole and it's turned dark, making it all the more difficult to avoid the obstacles thrown at you. Write a fic that takes place at night; avoid using the words moon, stars and black. Each time you do use one will cost 250 tokens.
The dark night was hanging over the hills, the clouds were hiding every single luminary that could have brought light to break the onyx curtain, generating a oppressive atmosphere.
Fleur Delacour thought that this night was just adding to how she felt right now. She had been foolish to believe that he would love her just as much as she loved him and the thought about her own stupidity, about the rejection, made her feel depressive.
How could she have been so dumb to let hope blossom inside of her heart over some smiles that had been exchanged when nobody had been looking? This was not her normal self, usually the boys fell hopelessly in love with her and she was the one who rejected them.
She thought back to the very day on which everything had ended. On which she had had to realise that Viktor Krum had never been ready to fully give her his heart, that he had used her to still his longing for another girl.
She had decided to visit him at his training base after not being able to see him for some time. They had had some great days, until she had walked in on him writing a letter. A short look over his broad shoulders had changed everything.
"You are still writing this Granger? And you are inviting her to visit you?!" Fleur asked, her jaw tightening as she saw how Viktor tried to cover the letter before she could read it.
"This isn't what it looks like," Viktor breathed, turning around, but Fleur shook her head, tears swelling up in her blue eyes.
"You still like her... why should you cover that letter if you would not?!"
Fleur took a few deep breaths of the cold night air to sooth herself, then she wiped the tears away that had been coming back. She wanted to forget him and therefore she had decided to go to Great Britain, to work at Gringotts. Changes had always helped her before and she hoped that it would be the same this time, that her heart would heal and that her pain would be swallowed just like the night swallowed the world.