pairing: James/Victoire
prompt: player, game, lost
"Well, hello there, Mr. Potter," Victoire says in a snide voice that she barely recognizes as being hers. "Leaving so soon. Why does that not surprise me." James is by the door, waiting for his siblings at Uncle Ron's birthday brunch. Victoire stands before him, blonde hair shining, eyes narrowed so much, there's only a sliver of navy visible on her pretty face.
James turns quickly, like a cornered animal and the rage in his brown eyes makes them very dark. For a moment, Victoire is surprised. James hasn't let her comments coax any reaction from him in the two months she'd been making them.
Maybe he'd just grown tired of her childish comments.
"You wanna go there? You really wanna go there?" James said, lip curling up in a cruel, humourless smile that seems out of place on his face.
"Yeah, lets go you bastard," She retorts, bringing up her hands getting in his face. She's so close that she can smell the raspberry cake on his breath.
"You knew what I was, who I was and what I do. You knew. You knew I was a player and you wanted to play the game. You know I don't do love, I don't do sweet talk and long hugs and kisses in the rain. I'm a player, and you wanted to play - you knew the rules, and yet your surprised that you lost?"
She's shocked into silence, and James' face remains neutral. Then, without waiting for his siblings, he turns and disappears out the door.