As the heat grew between Harry and the Weasley I found myself walking farther and farther away. Soon I was to the back of the hotel in the kitchen. I was waiting until everyone left so that I could go back to the front. I grabbed a strong bottle of vodka and poured myself a drink. A tall drink. How could he want to be with me if he had her? Why would he do that to me?
I pulled my phone off to text Lili when I got a new notification. I tapped the link and saw the heading, "Harry Potter shares words with wife" I read the next title, "Potter says he's leaving wife because he loves someone else". Ha. Yeah. Love. Bullcrap. If he loved me than he would have never married her. I quickly type out a text to Lili telling her that I'm in the kitchen and to tell everyone to leave, yes even Harry, because they're disturbing the peace. I need peace in my hotel.
I waited another couple minutes after I heard the commotion quiet down. A deep sigh escaped me before I straightened myself, checked my shirt, and then walked back into the lobby. No one was in there except guests whom were checking in. Good, I thought, now everything will be back to normal. I walked behind the front desk and smiled to the lovely couple. I looked down beside them and they had a small child. The child was holding a wand, to any muggle it would look like a stick. I knelt down to the child and pulled mine out, being careful to make sure no muggle saw me. The small boy's face lit up with excite and he whispered,
"You have one too!" I smiled and nodded.
"I've had mine since I was about your age." He seemed to not know what to do when he saw the small initials on the handle of my wand. He looked up at me, still whispering.
"You're Draco Malfoy." My smile softened and nodded.
"Yeah. I am. And you are?" He bit his lip and looked at the ground.
"Daddy says not to trust a Malfoy.." My smile faded and I sighed again. I put my wand away and put a soft hand on the boys shoulder.
"I wouldn't trust me either." I smiled gently at the boy than stood back up next to Lili.
"Enjoy your stay." I said as I handed the father the keys to their room. They walked away and Lili shot me a look of confusion.
"What?" I said sternly trying not to sound furious. Which I was.
"What's wrong?" She demanded from me. I sighed and leaned against the desk facing away from the front door. Lili stood there, arms crossed, tapping her foot as if waiting for an answer she knew I didn't want to give her.
"Well." She seemed a bit angry a bit curious and a bit worried. I sighed again and ran a hand through my messed up platinum hair. Lili openned her mouth to scold me but I cut her off with a quick tongue.
"I've loved him for the past seven years. He was my first love and I lost him. I lost him to a Weasley of all people. And when I finally had a chance to get him I pushed him away. I pushed him away so that she could have him. Because I'm so- so- so-"
"So you." Lili smiled softly and put a trustworthy hand on my arm. I smiled back at her and nodded.
"Yeah. So me." Lili grabbed my arm and pulled me into a tight hug.
"And you are amazing and so nice and caring and you try so hard to be perfect even though you don't have to be." She pulled her body off of mine and kissed my forehead softly.
"It's been a long night for you. Why don't you go home and get some rest ok?" I smiled and nodded.
"OK ok. I'll go. Call me if you need anything ok? I am really just a phone call away." Lili nodded and chuckled softly.
"Yeah yeah, I know. Go home now Mr. Malfoy." I smiled as we said our goodbyes. I walked to the back of the hotel and grabbed a dusty broom 'halloween prop'. I blew it off and walked out the back door. And I was off. I was floating to my house to finally have alone time.
I lived across town in a small condo with a balcony that I always left unlocked for times like this. I landed on a small balcony with a small row of potted flowers and herbs.
I balanced with the soft landing I had and balanced my broom on a chair I had set looking out onto the small town. I opened the sliding door and strode the the nearby plush, purple sofa that sat adjacent to a plush, purple love seat with a short, glass topped, metal coffee table in between.
I laid there for about thirty seconds before I felt a soft hand glide itself through my hair. I shot my head up to find none other than the infamous Harry Potter.
"How did you get in here?" I almost yelled.
"You left the balcony door unlocked, I let myself in." I pushed his hand off of me and stood up abruptly. I stormed over to the balcony door and slammed it open.
"Well you can leave how you came in than." Harry just looked at me.
"I said to leave, Potter." His face looked hurt. His forest green eyes flashed a wave of pain over them as he sighed and walked towards the balcony door. He paused for just a second to say a few words.
"Tomorrow. At three. Let's go get some butter beer." With that the love of my life had me waiting anxiously to see him. Again.
You're writing lines about me; romantic poetry.
Your girl's got red in her cheeks, 'cause we're somethin' she can't see.
And I try to refrain, but you're stuck in my brain.
And all I do is cry and complain because second's not the same.
