We said we'd be forever, now you'll never ever be mine
We said that it would last, but how come it's the last time?
Last time by,
The Script
y / n m a l f o y
"You go on ahead to my room, i have to drop by some books," Harry tells me as we reach the fat lady portrait.
It's nice that he walked me back to the common room first, before doing whatever he has to do. I quickly smile at him and nod, while he kisses my forehead. I mutter the password to the common room and step inside.
Doing what Harry says, i go up to his room with the picnic blanket that we just used. I open the bedroom door. Without paying attention to my surroundings, i walk over to Harry's bed, and lean down near the foot of his bed to neatly put the blanket in his trunk.
I stand up, and when i do, i realise that Dean was sitting on his bed the entire time. I quickly smile at him and he does so as well.
"Today's your first year anniversary with Harry?" He asks, looking up from the book he's holding
"Mhm," I hum in response, still keeping the smile painted on my face as i make myself comfortable on Harry's bed.
"Oh, in that case, happy anniversary."
"Thank you, Dean."
"Then— When are you going to tell him that i was your first kiss, and not him?" Dean suddenly asks as he sits up straight. I press my lips together and shake my head. I'm not ready.. He can't know yet.
"What?" Harry suddenly comes in. Standing straight in front of the door, with a mortified look on his face. His skin turns pale, and his eyeballs look like they're about to pop out any second.
"Harry—" I stand up from the bed instantly, walking up to him. I didn't want him to find out. Not this way..
I swear, i've planned on telling him. I want him to know, but not right now!
"You lied to me, Y/n? Dean? Dean was your first kiss?" Harry asks with a shaky voice, i try to clutch his arm, but he moves it away.
"Come on Harry, today is our first year of being together. Let's just celebrate it and not worry about a little kiss—"
"That was my first kiss and you made me believe that it was yours too."
"Harry, what is it with you and the first kiss obsession?" I ask, my tone is now a little bit angrier than i intend to.
"It's not even the kiss anymore, Y/n! This relationship is built on a lie. This whole thing is a lie, and—"
A lie? He thinks this relationship is a lie? How? I've supported him through every single thing he has been through. I always put him first, i always prioritise him, why does he think i do that? I care for him, i always have and always will.
I love him, and am willing to do absolutely fucking anything for this person, and he thinks my love is a lie?
Yes, i did lie about the kiss, but that was for his sake. I didn't want to upset him. Because you know what? Because i fucking love him. Can't he understand that?
"No, it's not! I love you, and that's the truth!" I shout, while Harry shakes his head.
"She really likes you, mate. I think it's no secret that she's head over heels in love with you. Yes, i do have a crush on her but i realise that you're the one for you, Harry," Dean chimes in, trying to defend me.
But Harry completely ignores him.
"I'm sorry, Y/n Malfoy, but i can't stand being lied to. We're— We're over." Harry says blankly, no look of guilt, he looks like he doesn't even feel bad for:
One, calling me Malfoy which i had clearly state multiple times that i don't want to be associated with that name anymore.
And two, breaking up with me. Out of all the dates, he's breaking up with me today. I just had the best time of my life at our little picnic, and now he's letting it all go?
"Surely you're not breaking up with me on our first anniversary?" I look at him with teary eyes, my brows furrowed, as a frown starts to appear.
"I think— I've said what i needed to say. I've played my part. I'll leave you two to it to work this out. I'm sorry," And with that, Dean leaves the room. He pats my shoulder before he exits, and i only smile weakly at him.
"But i am, breaking up with you on our anniversary. You want to know why? This whole relationship is based on a lie, Y/n!" Harry shouts. He never shouts at me like that. And i didn't expect him to do this on our anniversary?
"No, it's not! i love you, and i know you love me too. That's all that matters, Harry."
"You and i? Started with a lie. And i don't want that," He shakes his head, "I feel betrayed, Y/n. Do you have a clue what that feels like?"
"I wanted to tell you! But i just had to wait for the right moment," Still trying to reason with him, but all of that is useless.
"Right moment? So for almost 2 years that moment never came?" He shouts, again. I never would've thought, that the gentle Harry i've always loved would act this way. I never would've thought our relationship to end up like this.
"No! You've always had so much on your plate, i didn't want to add up to your problems! I wanted to tell you—"
"But you didn't bloody do it, didn't you?"
"I'm sorry! Okay? Harry.. Please—"
At this point, i'm bawling my eyes out. Pleading, begging him to not do this. I certainly don't want to be dumped on our fucking anniversary. Scratch that, i don't want this relationship to end, ever.
"The whole Cedric period is over and now Dean?" Harry snickers.
That was totally uncalled for. Harry didn't need to mention Cedric. He was a kind boy, one of the kindest boys i've ever met. And he died for nothing. He shouldn't have brought him up, knowing how sensitive i am to that subject.
"Don't you bring Cedric into this," I shake my head, but Harry only scoffs and crosses his arms in response.
"You've brought this upon yourself. You shouldn't have lied," He says before taking my hand, and dragging me to the door. He opens it, revealing Ron, who was eavesdropping.
"For fuck's sake, Ron!" Harry barks, making Ron flinch and run away in fear.
"Leave," Harry blankly says to me, pointing at the wide opened door.
I clutch his hand, muttering sorrys and i love yous, but he doesn't seem to care anymore.
"I said, leave Malfoy!"
I let go of his hand, running out of the boys dormitory in tears. Fred and George see me, and try to ask me what's going on, but i ignore them. Which is something i never do. I go straight to my dorm room, quickly crawling under the covers.
I see Harry's quidditch jumper, the one he just gave me today. I clutch my necklace, crying while thinking of the moment he gave it to me. He said it was our good luck charm, and that we should never ever take it off. I sigh, reaching for the jumper as i let tears rain out of my eyes, holding the piece of Harry's clothing tight in my arms. This is the last part of Harry i have left.
Hermione, who's the only one in our room, softly calls out to me. But i don't respond, i'm not in the mood for lectures.
"Y/n.. Are you okay?" My best friend says as she lifts the covers up, revealing me crying and holding Harry's lucky quidditch jumper.
"Awe, you poor thing," Hermione sighs, before crawling on my bed, laying next to me. I instinctively hug her, how i usually cuddle with Harry. Everything reminds me of him, every fucking thing.
"Today's your first anniversary with Harry, isn't it? Why are you crying?"
"He broke up with me, Hermione," I sob, "He found out."
Hermione only nods, and rubs my back as i cry in her arms. I wish he didn't find out this way. He said that whatever happens, he would always be with me. That's the biggest fucking lie anyone's ever told me. That's the most hurtful lie.
The next days are horrible, i sit next to Hermione in every class, Harry doesn't even glance at me. He probably can't be bothered to ask for his jumper and necklace back. And as long as he doesn't ask for those things, i'm keeping them.
I spend all of my nights under the covers, crying myself to sleep. Sometimes, Harry and i would stargaze at midnight. I wonder what he's up to, now that we don't do that anymore. Does he spend his night doing the same thing as i do? Crying? Or does he not care about me anymore?
He probably thinks he dodged a bullet, and made a good decision cutting off ties with me.
I honestly thought our relationship was stronger than this, i thought one little lie wouldn't hurt. I wasn't doing it to hurt him, but the complete opposite. I didn't want to upset him. Seeing the hopeful look in his eyes that day, i couldn't tell him.
After school, i spend my day alone. I didn't come to today's DA meeting. I re-read all of the letters Harry had sent to me these past two years, thinking about the good times we had. Riding Buckbeak, the Yule ball, our astronomy tower dates, that day when we write our wishes down and let it sail off the lake.
How i wish it didn't have to end.
a/n;
i'm sorry you lot, it had to happen😬😬