Isolation by Bex-chan, chapter 38: Again
Draco was studying her closely from the other side of the room, watching her chest heave and her hands shake with emotion. He wondered why they were still so far apart. “You didn’t have to Petrify me,” he said slowly. “That was your choice.”
“That was the choice you drove me to!” she yelled, and she could feel her eyes beginning to sting as she tried to smother a frustrated whine with the back of her hand. “I won’t do that again. I won’t. That was…horrible, and I knew you’d try to stop me again, and I…saying goodbye just doesn’t work for us.”
“So what, you were just going to disappear?” he asked.
“No, of course not. I was going to leave you a note.”
“Oh, a note?” he remarked sarcastically. “Excellent! How fucking thoughtful of you!”
“Dammit, Draco, what else was I supposed to do?” She could taste tears at the corners of her mouth. “I can’t win, can I? What can I do?”
”Stay here!”
“NO! When are you going to get it into your head? I. Am. Leaving! And there is nothing you can do about it! Why can’t you just accept that?”
”BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” he blurted heedlessly, his face crumpling up in complete agony, and Hermione fell into an awestruck silence.
Ceffy → Dramione
“If this was us meeting for the first time, I’d do it all again. Everything, the fucks, fuck ups, everything. I’d do it all again.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I still love you.”
we’re so close to
reaching that famous happy end
and almost believing this was not pretendlyrics request → “So Close” by Jon McLaughlin
asked by parkinson-pansy
I held your hand, is this the thanks I get?
I took you in, is this the thanks I get
Half a chance, the thanks I get
A twist of plans, is this the thanks I get?
I say it’s over one day,
But then I’m crawling back begging you to stay
We make up then we break up all the time
hold your hands up, up to mine
She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable, She’s a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do when she makes me sad.
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume.
