why not think about the times to come?

and not about the things that you've done

- don't stop, fleetwood mac


all she wanted was an escape

.

She's lost count of the number of times she's been told that they can't blame it on the tabloids, because to be honest, the tabloids have no interest in them. And every time she hears that she just wants to scream and scream until her voice is long gone, because they have no idea how wrong they are.

Sure, she's not the daughter of Harry, or Ron, or Hermione, but she's their family, and even that's enough to get her face on the front page once or twice. But when her father's face is marked by scratches and her mother's some beautiful french (part) veela, people talk and rumours fly and suddenly reporters are everywhere. Because she must be part werewolf, and it's impossible for her not to be some snobby, materialistic, flawless veela girl. Oh, and there's no way in hell that she can be close with her sister, because didn't you hear? They butt heads all the time and can't even be in the same room without going at it. Right.

It had only been to wind up the reporters, she swears it. They were lying out by the cottage, hidden away from everything in a field of tall grass and colourful flowers, making daisy chain necklaces and laughing at private jokes as the sun spun their skin into sheets of golden satin and their hair into waves of amber. And maybe it was the sunshine in their heads but 'What do you think they'd do if a secret about incest was leaked?' didn't seem like such a ludicrous thing to say.

'I imagine they would panic.' Vic grinned deviously at her little sister, and okay, it was completely unquestionably incredibly crazy, but if they're being honest, their sanity was lost so long ago that all they have left of it is fleeting childhood memories.

(They're always being bundled up with James and Lily and Al, and they all went off the deep end years ago, so it's really about time they did too, isn't it?)

Victoire supposed she'd been partially right, the gossip magazines did go into a bit of a panic, but they soon realized that this was far more scandalous than anything else they had, and everybody loves a good scandal. Every magazine featured the relationship, and it seemed like everywhere she looked there were pictures of them with locked lips or intertwined hands. It was funny though, because she didn't care anymore, for the first time in what felt like forever she was smiling, and it wasn't just some mask she wore in front of the cameras.

And it all came down to Dominique, the last person she'd ever have thought would get her through this. Because when she was kissing her, or holding her hand, or cuddling with her, it was like the world stopped turning and she could just be. She could erase everything the magazines said about her, and instead spend her time dreaming of a future where taboos didn't matter, and where they would be completely normal, because this was normal to her, so why couldn't it be normal to everyone else?


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