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The loud thrum of music welcomed me into the house. The bass rattled the closed windows trying to escape the silencing charm from within.

Bodies of different witches and wizards came out to play as they danced the night away, reigning on the last few hours of the Chosen One’s 25th birthday.

My eyes filtered through the nameless faces and a few familiar faces that I’ve come to befriend after the war.

The music dulled as I saw you dance with your friends across the room. I thought I wouldn’t find you in this crowded room. 

Oh, a fool I’ve always was.

You sway your hips to the beat of the music. The ever-changing colours of the lights illuminated your features. Your lips are singing to the lyrics to the muggle song you used to sing.

You look so happy.

Did I ever make you smile and laugh like that? 

You look so happy when I’m not with you.

Her eyes were glowing.

How are they glowing? Why are they so beautiful? She’s so breathtaking on top of our sheets, with her hair bouncing around her. It’s not fair.

“Say the magic words.” I teased as my fingers ran up her sides, tickling her.

“Please-,Draco- I can’t take it! Stop!” She said in between laughter. 

Happy tears start to form in the corner of her eyes.

I gave her a chaste kiss.

“Incorrect.” I snickered and made her laugh harder.

“I love you.” She sighed, content covering her face. "Please stop."

My hands froze, and I gave her another kiss. Longer. Showing her how much I love her.

“And that’s why you should never pretend you don’t love me,” I say each word in between kisses, slowly going down her body.

It seems that you felt my unwelcomed gaze. You slowly turned around from your friends to catch mine.

The only thing I heard was ringing in my ears. Your smile grows weaker as time trickles by. That’s when I saw it. 

As a teardrop falling from the corner of your eyes.

Why did I run away?

“You’re just another body. You’re nothing to me.”

Lies. 

“I don’t care about you.” 

Liar.

“Fuck off”

Don’t go.

Another cliche. 

I thought time stopped as you swayed those hips I miss so dearly across the room to me.

“Ron!” you sped your pace as you wrapped your arms above his shoulders.

Of course. 

How can I be so foolish?

“Hey, Mione!” He hugged you tighter. 

That should’ve been me. I try to place a calm exterior. I clenched my fingers to my side so I won’t reach out.

“Sorry for being late. Draco was a pain in the arse to get out of the flat.” Ron elbowed my side as he let you go.

I stand frozen, hoping you would steal another glance my way. Look at me. 

“What do you want to drink, Ron? I made Harry's favourite." you beamed at him, not even sparing me a second glance. "Come on, let’s get you something before we join the others.” 

You walked away as if I wasn’t there. Like you never cared.

“Stop, you’re lying. You don’t mean that Drac-” The tears were streaming harder on her cheeks.

She doesn’t deserve this.

She looked so beautiful.

“Don’t say my name, you filthy little mudblood.” My voice cracked as I said the last word.

“You.” She sobbed. “You don’t mean that.” She stuttered over her words.

She hugged herself tighter as she started to quiver. All I want is to wrap my hands around her as I comfort her.

“Of course I fucking do.” I spat.

I stepped back away from her to the door behind me. She reaches out to me, and I swat her dainty fingers away from me, pretending that the last thing I wanted was to intertwine mine with yours as your face glowed when the moonlight used to filter onto our bed.

“Draco- please, you don’t mean that. Let’s talk. This isn’t like you.” She pleaded and pleaded, stepping closer to me as I stepped further away.

I’ve made my bed.

And I’ll lay there.

“Save your tears for another day, Granger.” 

I slammed the door behind me, not looking back. Leaving the best thing that I have ever stumbled upon in my life.