Don't Underestimate Me.

My name is Dominique, but just call me Dom. I'm a seventh year at Hogwarts, girlfriend of Lorcan Scamander, Head Girl, and I play Keeper for our Quidditch team. I am also team captain. :) So shoot me an owl if you want to know when the next tryouts are or whatnot. Uh, right, so. I'm more like my Uncle Ron and Aunt Ginny than my own two parents (They're a bit too conservative for me.) I've got the trademark Weasley red hair, so that makes me an automatic badass. Just saying ;) So yeah. That's it. Just scroll to the bottom for my owl post :D

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Frustrated, Dom ran her fingers through her hair. Could she handle that? Have Lys with her only in secret? They’d have to hide to kiss and hold hands, and she couldn’t be herself with Lys. Not if they were secretive about her relationship. She would have to pretend to hate him. Or not know him at all. Which frightened her a bit. What if they got so good at it, it became true. She couldn’t just lose him. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t allow it. Ever.

She stood a little taller, looking back at Lysander with the same fierceness in her eyes.  ”No one knows. Fine by me.” She stepped towards him, gently taking his hand in hers for a second before letting it go. “Just love me. That’s all I ask.”

 Lys nodded, his eyes softening as he looked at her. ‘It’ll be hard, but it will only be until everything blows over. I promise.’ He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, then backing away so that anyone who might see them would just see them talking. Already it was difficult to keep a distance from her, even if it was only a metre. His heart clenched at the thought of weeks of this; weeks of pretending he didn’t care, of stealing kisses whenever he could, of lies and deception. It would be worth it though, if he had her at the end of it. This time without her had felt terrible, like something had been ripped from his chest. Ellie had made him feel better, but Dom had still been in his thoughts with his every breath.

 She looked down at the shiny toes of her heels, and blushed. The way he’d handled her so gently always made her feel special, because her body reacted so drastically to ever touch she received. She knew kisses would be sparse and she would indulge in them when she could, but right now, was it too much to be held? She was still so broken, and yet whole at the same time. Was this what it felt like when your heart was broken to pieces, yet your soul was still alive, shining brilliantly? She sighed, smiling at him. “Okay, Lys. I trust you,” she murmured, which surprised her because out of all of this, she felt like he was the person she should least give her trust to, and yet, she could trust him with her life. “Trust me?”

 ’I will,’ he said, his eyes looking wistful as he looked at her. ‘I already want so badly to kiss you.’ He sighed and bit his lip, drawing his gaze away from her to stare into the distance. ‘This is going to suck, isn’t it?’ Lys just wanted to gather her into his arms and never let go. He would just have to keep reminding himself that this was for Lorcan and Ellie; they had been hurt enough by his actions.

 She nodded, sighing. “It is. I just want curl up next to you and forget everything that happened, pretend it never did happen. You have to know that I … I didn’t mean to hurt Lorcan. I do love him, Lys. I really do. But you … I can’t stay away. And it hurts when I do. I just don’t want to hurt anymore,” she whispered finally, wrapping her arms around herself, allowing a few tears to fall.

 ’Dom,’ he whispered hoarsely, ‘Oh god, please don’t cry anymore.’ He stepped closer, hovering just short of her as indecision made him shake. Was it so wrong just to hold her? He felt like it was, and yet there was nothing he wanted more. Fuck it, he thought with a derisive inner shrug. If anyone saw them he’d take the conseuqences. He couldn’t just stand there and watch her cry. Lys pulled Dom into his arms, allowing her to cry onto his shirt. He soothed her by running his hand up and down her back until she had calmed down a little. ‘I love you,’ he whispered.

She took in a deep breath feeling pathetic. If she couldn't survive a few moments of being without him, how was she going to live through long school days? She closed her eyes. "Lys you didn't have to break the rules," she mumbled. "I would have been fine. I cry all the time," she muttered a bit frustrated. She just wanted everything with him. Everything. And yet . . . she had receive everything, but couldn't touch it. Sighing, she leaned up to kiss him, not caring who saw. She didn't want to have to care about who watched them. But she quickly pulled away, suddenly embarrassed. "Sorry -- I shouldn't have done that." She snuggled into him, reaping every second she could manage that he held her. "I love you too."

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Frustrated, Dom ran her fingers through her hair. Could she handle that? Have Lys with her only in secret? They’d have to hide to kiss and hold hands, and she couldn’t be herself with Lys. Not if they were secretive about her relationship. She would have to pretend to hate him. Or not know him at all. Which frightened her a bit. What if they got so good at it, it became true. She couldn’t just lose him. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t allow it. Ever.

She stood a little taller, looking back at Lysander with the same fierceness in her eyes.  ”No one knows. Fine by me.” She stepped towards him, gently taking his hand in hers for a second before letting it go. “Just love me. That’s all I ask.”

 Lys nodded, his eyes softening as he looked at her. ‘It’ll be hard, but it will only be until everything blows over. I promise.’ He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, then backing away so that anyone who might see them would just see them talking. Already it was difficult to keep a distance from her, even if it was only a metre. His heart clenched at the thought of weeks of this; weeks of pretending he didn’t care, of stealing kisses whenever he could, of lies and deception. It would be worth it though, if he had her at the end of it. This time without her had felt terrible, like something had been ripped from his chest. Ellie had made him feel better, but Dom had still been in his thoughts with his every breath.

 She looked down at the shiny toes of her heels, and blushed. The way he’d handled her so gently always made her feel special, because her body reacted so drastically to ever touch she received. She knew kisses would be sparse and she would indulge in them when she could, but right now, was it too much to be held? She was still so broken, and yet whole at the same time. Was this what it felt like when your heart was broken to pieces, yet your soul was still alive, shining brilliantly? She sighed, smiling at him. “Okay, Lys. I trust you,” she murmured, which surprised her because out of all of this, she felt like he was the person she should least give her trust to, and yet, she could trust him with her life. “Trust me?”

 ’I will,’ he said, his eyes looking wistful as he looked at her. ‘I already want so badly to kiss you.’ He sighed and bit his lip, drawing his gaze away from her to stare into the distance. ‘This is going to suck, isn’t it?’ Lys just wanted to gather her into his arms and never let go. He would just have to keep reminding himself that this was for Lorcan and Ellie; they had been hurt enough by his actions.

 She nodded, sighing. "It is. I just want curl up next to you and forget everything that happened, pretend it never did happen. You have to know that I . . . I didn't mean to hurt Lorcan. I do love him, Lys. I really do. But you . . . I can't stay away. And it hurts when I do. I just don't want to hurt anymore," she whispered finally, wrapping her arms around herself, allowing a few tears to fall.

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Frustrated, Dom ran her fingers through her hair. Could she handle that? Have Lys with her only in secret? They’d have to hide to kiss and hold hands, and she couldn’t be herself with Lys. Not if they were secretive about her relationship. She would have to pretend to hate him. Or not know him at all. Which frightened her a bit. What if they got so good at it, it became true. She couldn’t just lose him. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t allow it. Ever.

She stood a little taller, looking back at Lysander with the same fierceness in her eyes.  ”No one knows. Fine by me.” She stepped towards him, gently taking his hand in hers for a second before letting it go. “Just love me. That’s all I ask.”

 Lys nodded, his eyes softening as he looked at her. ‘It’ll be hard, but it will only be until everything blows over. I promise.’ He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, then backing away so that anyone who might see them would just see them talking. Already it was difficult to keep a distance from her, even if it was only a metre. His heart clenched at the thought of weeks of this; weeks of pretending he didn’t care, of stealing kisses whenever he could, of lies and deception. It would be worth it though, if he had her at the end of it. This time without her had felt terrible, like something had been ripped from his chest. Ellie had made him feel better, but Dom had still been in his thoughts with his every breath.

 She looked down at the shiny toes of her heels, and blushed. The way he'd handled her so gently always made her feel special, because her body reacted so drastically to ever touch she received. She knew kisses would be sparse and she would indulge in them when she could, but right now, was it too much to be held? She was still so broken, and yet whole at the same time. Was this what it felt like when your heart was broken to pieces, yet your soul was still alive, shining brilliantly? She sighed, smiling at him. "Okay, Lys. I trust you," she murmured, which surprised her because out of all of this, she felt like he was the person she should least give her trust to, and yet, she could trust him with her life. "Trust me?"

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Dom didn’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second before returning his fervent kiss with just as much passion and need, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body as close as she could get to him — closer than she had ever been. He wanted her. This was the proof, the evidence, the one thing she wanted most in the entire world.

She slid her tongue against his, tasting the tobacco, and the pure enticing taste of his mouth, groaning as he held her closer. But she pulled back to look at him, at his face, into the crystal clarity of his eyes. “Lys, I love you. And I want to be with you. Can we have that?” She asked, frowning, anticipating his rejection.

 Lys licked his lips, taking a second to let what had just happened sink in. He’s kissed Dom, and she’d kissed him back. She still loves me, he thought with relief. She still cares. Nothing else even mattered to him. But what about Lorcan? What about Ellie? Hadn’t they hurt the two of them enough? And yet he loved Dom. He couldn’t stay away from her, not even for a few weeks. They were connected. They had been fools to think that they could handle being apart. ‘I love you too. I don’t want to lose you again,’ he whispered, ‘but all we do is hurt each other, and hurt everyone else we care about. I don’t know what the answer is.’

His arms tightened around her, pulling her as close against as him as they could get. He held her for a few minutes and then pulled away completely, turning his back to her. He looked back out over the lake and then down at his shoes. His body language showed how defeated he felt; shoulders slumped, hands in fists, eyes tightly closed. Eventually he opened his eyes and sighed, ‘We’d have to sneak around. No one can know.’ He turned around and looked at Dom, his eyes fierce. ‘No one. Ok?’

 Frustrated, Dom ran her fingers through her hair. Could she handle that? Have Lys with her only in secret? They'd have to hide to kiss and hold hands, and she couldn't be herself with Lys. Not if they were secretive about her relationship. She would have to pretend to hate him. Or not know him at all. Which frightened her a bit. What if they got so good at it, it became true. She couldn't just lose him. She wouldn't. She couldn't allow it. Ever.

She stood a little taller, looking back at Lysander with the same fierceness in her eyes.  "No one knows. Fine by me." She stepped towards him, gently taking his hand in hers for a second before letting it go. "Just love me. That's all I ask."

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Lysander stood by the lake, staring out at the choppy water moodily as he dragged on a cigarette. He wasn’t one for smoking usually, but he felt that the situation warranted it. What a great big mess he was in.

 Dom didn’t hesitate to run up to Lysander when she saw him, wanting to hurt him the way he’d hurt her. “You!” she screamed. “You ruined everything! Everything. And now … now Lorcan — why did you have to do that to me? You knew how much I wanted you!” She choked back her pathetic tears, her hands thrust on her hips, fingers digging harshly into her flesh. She was heart-broken and angry with him — but so very, very in love.

 Lys turned, alarmed, to stare at Dominique, his cigarette dangling in his fingers, forgotten. Once the shock had worn off, he allowed her words to flow through his mind as he considered them. ‘Blame me if it makes you feel better. You know it isn’t all my fault though, Dom. We both hurt Lorcan and Ellie just as badly.’ Lys sighed and looked away from her tear-stricken face, which was making his heart ache even more than it had been previously. Was there anyone he hadn’t hurt recently? He finished off his smoke and then put it out with the heel of his boot. ‘Maybe we could have avoided all this crap if I’d just been completely honest with you from the beginning, I don’t know.’

 Dom raised her eyebrows. “Honest about what, Lys? Please. Humor me.” She crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her hair from her face looking at Lys. “The difference between Lorcan and Ellie, though, Lys, is that I love lorcan. Maybe not as much as I love you, but still. You just … she was a fling. I could have been happy with Lorcan,” she spat, spite lacing every single word she said.

 Lysander raised an eyebrow at her, ‘You only found out I was with Ellie about two hours ago and you think you know everything? We’d only just started dating. I could have loved her, quite easily thank you very much. She’s a wonderful person and she made me happy. Everything would’ve been fine if you didn’t get jealous and upset Lorcan. You were the one using him, I just pointed it out to him. If he doesn’t want to be with you, it’s because he knows he deserves someone who truly wants him.’ He shook his head and stepped closer, his eyes dark and swirling with emotion. ‘As for being honest, even after all this fucking bullshit, I still want you. Even though it’s going to be crap because Lorcan hates me, and Ellie is heartbroken, and we have no idea what’s going to happen next year, all I care about is you.’ With one final step, he closed the distance between them, caught her by the arms and kissed her desperately.

 Dom didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second before returning his fervent kiss with just as much passion and need, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body as close as she could get to him -- closer than she had ever been. He wanted her. This was the proof, the evidence, the one thing she wanted most in the entire world.

She slid her tongue against his, tasting the tobacco, and the pure enticing taste of his mouth, groaning as he held her closer. But she pulled back to look at him, at his face, into the crystal clarity of his eyes. "Lys, I love you. And I want to be with you. Can we have that?" She asked, frowning, anticipating his rejection.

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Lysander stood by the lake, staring out at the choppy water moodily as he dragged on a cigarette. He wasn’t one for smoking usually, but he felt that the situation warranted it. What a great big mess he was in.

 Dom didn’t hesitate to run up to Lysander when she saw him, wanting to hurt him the way he’d hurt her. “You!” she screamed. “You ruined everything! Everything. And now … now Lorcan — why did you have to do that to me? You knew how much I wanted you!” She choked back her pathetic tears, her hands thrust on her hips, fingers digging harshly into her flesh. She was heart-broken and angry with him — but so very, very in love.

 Lys turned, alarmed, to stare at Dominique, his cigarette dangling in his fingers, forgotten. Once the shock had worn off, he allowed her words to flow through his mind as he considered them. ‘Blame me if it makes you feel better. You know it isn’t all my fault though, Dom. We both hurt Lorcan and Ellie just as badly.’ Lys sighed and looked away from her tear-stricken face, which was making his heart ache even more than it had been previously. Was there anyone he hadn’t hurt recently? He finished off his smoke and then put it out with the heel of his boot. ‘Maybe we could have avoided all this crap if I’d just been completely honest with you from the beginning, I don’t know.’

 Dom raised her eyebrows. "Honest about what, Lys? Please. Humor me." She crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her hair from her face looking at Lys. "The difference between Lorcan and Ellie, though, Lys, is that I love lorcan. Maybe not as much as I love you, but still. You just . . . she was a fling. I could have been happy with Lorcan," she spat, spite lacing every single word she said.

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Lysander stood by the lake, staring out at the choppy water moodily as he dragged on a ciggarette. He wasn’t one for smoking usually, but he felt that the situation warranted it. What a great big mess he was in.

 Dom didn't hesitate to run up to Lysander when she saw him, wanting to hurt him the way he'd hurt her. "You!" she screamed. "You ruined everything! Everything. And now . . . now Lorcan -- why did you have to do that to me? You knew how much I wanted you!" She choked back her pathetic tears, her hands thrust on her hips, fingers digging harshly into her flesh. She was heart-broken and angry with him -- but so very, very in love.

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“I had the right to know Dom,” He whispered as he looked down. He felt so disgusted with himself for hurting her like this. He should have just left, gone home maybe. Transferred, so he couldn’t hurt anyone else. “What Lysander did was disgusting, and i’m sorry for that, but you should have told me. We were..well, we were whatever we were.” Anger rose up inside him, what the fuck was she even doing. “No Dom. It’s you. You have Lys wrapped around your finger, not the other way round, and you always will have. And that’s what’s ruined all this; you did whatever the fuck you could to make sure he never forgot about you.” He felt so ill, he wanted to throw up. But he was glued to the spot, not being able to move.

 Dom took in a deep breath, keeping her anger at bay. “He could forget about me. Just like you’re going to, Lorcan. You’re going to forget all about what we had. And if you don’t care, fine. I deserve that. I deserve not to be care about because I’m horrible and selfish and a complete, utter bitch. Fine. But Lysander could have forgotton. But he didn’t. And that’s not my fucking fault. He had his stupid thing with Ellie and it hurt me. He could still have her. I’m not going to fuck them up because I want him that bad, Lorcan. Really, what kind of person do you think I am. I would do anything to have him, but I’m not going to ruin something like that. Whatever. If you hate me, hate me.” She shrugged. “I deserve at least that.” She was so numb she couldn’t feel emotions. Everything was wrong, and she wanted to make it right, but she kept saying the stupidest things. She kept making it worse. And she couldn’t stop. She just wanted to make everything better, go back to a few months ago where she didn’t know she loved Lorcan. Where she was a great friend to Ellie, where the love she shared with Lys was the most beautiful thing she could dream of.

Too bad it was all shot to hell.

He wanted to scream at her, to make her see sense. “Fuck sake Dom, I’m not forgetting about you. I loved… well, i love you. And i’m going to forget about loving you, because that’s the only way i’m going to be able to move on! Because it’ll always be Lys, it always is Lys. For everyone, he’s always put first. But that’s beside the point. He loves you, and you love him. And i want you two to be together, but it’s going to hurt me, because i love you.” He hated it, but it was true. There was no point denying it. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Dom! I just don’t want to be hurt anymore. And i don’t want to hurt anyone else.”

 A new wave of sobs over took her body and she broke down, curling into herself. “I don’t know what to do, Lorcan. I don’t know what to do. It doesn’t matter if Lysander and Ellie break up. Because I might never get him back anyway. Maybe he loves me. Maybe. But that doesn’t guarantee that we won’t go through this shit again, that I won’t hurt him, that he won’t break my heart. I can’t … I don’t know. I just … I need to be alone, Lorcan. I’m sorry that I hurt you. That I used you, that I was so selfish I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I’m horrible and I don’t even like me. I just … I need to be alone. I — can you just go. I don’t want to feel like this anymore Lorcan. I want — I want you to hold me, to tell me this is going to be better, but … I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” She shook her head, burying her face in her hands.

Lorcan walked over to her, “I think we’ve hurt each other enough. I can’t leave you like this,” He whispered, and pulled her into his arms and just held her. He didn’t want to hate her, he didn’t have the energy right now. He knew he’d never be what she wanted, and he would have to accept that. But he couldn’t just forget everything; maybe they could be friends. He didn’t know. He didn’t want to hate his brother, he just didn’t want to hurt any more. So maybe hating them would be what he would have to do. But not right now. He didn’t know what to do.  She was sobbing, and it was tearing Lorcan apart. It shouldn’t be, but it was, “Shh, it’ll be okay, something’ll work out,” He murmured. Trying to soothe her. What a mess they’d gotten themselves into.

 Dom just let him hold her because she needed him to. He couldn't fix her -- she knew that -- but it was nice to pretend that maybe someone could need her just as much as she needed them. She just wanted to be loved in return. She needed someone to depend on her, to want her. She was Veela for Merlin's sake, and yet, she had no one.

"Thank you. Thank you so much," she mumble through her blubbering tears, closing her eyes and hiding her face in his chest, never wanting to let him go. She had become accustomed to his smell, the feel of his arms around her. No, she hadn't gone after Lorcan because he looked like Lysander or because she could pretend that he was his twin. She wanted him because she loved him, because he loved her back, because they could need each other. But Lysander -- he was her first love. And it'll always be that way.

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“I had the right to know Dom,” He whispered as he looked down. He felt so disgusted with himself for hurting her like this. He should have just left, gone home maybe. Transferred, so he couldn’t hurt anyone else. “What Lysander did was disgusting, and i’m sorry for that, but you should have told me. We were..well, we were whatever we were.” Anger rose up inside him, what the fuck was she even doing. “No Dom. It’s you. You have Lys wrapped around your finger, not the other way round, and you always will have. And that’s what’s ruined all this; you did whatever the fuck you could to make sure he never forgot about you.” He felt so ill, he wanted to throw up. But he was glued to the spot, not being able to move.

 Dom took in a deep breath, keeping her anger at bay. “He could forget about me. Just like you’re going to, Lorcan. You’re going to forget all about what we had. And if you don’t care, fine. I deserve that. I deserve not to be care about because I’m horrible and selfish and a complete, utter bitch. Fine. But Lysander could have forgotton. But he didn’t. And that’s not my fucking fault. He had his stupid thing with Ellie and it hurt me. He could still have her. I’m not going to fuck them up because I want him that bad, Lorcan. Really, what kind of person do you think I am. I would do anything to have him, but I’m not going to ruin something like that. Whatever. If you hate me, hate me.” She shrugged. “I deserve at least that.” She was so numb she couldn’t feel emotions. Everything was wrong, and she wanted to make it right, but she kept saying the stupidest things. She kept making it worse. And she couldn’t stop. She just wanted to make everything better, go back to a few months ago where she didn’t know she loved Lorcan. Where she was a great friend to Ellie, where the love she shared with Lys was the most beautiful thing she could dream of.

Too bad it was all shot to hell.

He wanted to scream at her, to make her see sense. “Fuck sake Dom, I’m not forgetting about you. I loved… well, i love you. And i’m going to forget about loving you, because that’s the only way i’m going to be able to move on! Because it’ll always be Lys, it always is Lys. For everyone, he’s always put first. But that’s beside the point. He loves you, and you love him. And i want you two to be together, but it’s going to hurt me, because i love you.” He hated it, but it was true. There was no point denying it. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Dom! I just don’t want to be hurt anymore. And i don’t want to hurt anyone else.”

 A new wave of sobs over took her body and she broke down, curling into herself. "I don't know what to do, Lorcan. I don't know what to do. It doesn't matter if Lysander and Ellie break up. Because I might never get him back anyway. Maybe he loves me. Maybe. But that doesn't guarantee that we won't go through this shit again, that I won't hurt him, that he won't break my heart. I can't . . . I don't know. I just . . . I need to be alone, Lorcan. I'm sorry that I hurt you. That I used you, that I was so selfish I didn't take your feelings into consideration. I'm horrible and I don't even like me. I just . . . I need to be alone. I -- can you just go. I don't want to feel like this anymore Lorcan. I want -- I want you to hold me, to tell me this is going to be better, but . . . I don't want to hurt you anymore." She shook her head, burying her face in her hands.

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“I had the right to know Dom,” He whispered as he looked down. He felt so disgusted with himself for hurting her like this. He should have just left, gone home maybe. Transferred, so he couldn’t hurt anyone else. “What Lysander did was disgusting, and i’m sorry for that, but you should have told me. We were..well, we were whatever we were.” Anger rose up inside him, what the fuck was she even doing. “No Dom. It’s you. You have Lys wrapped around your finger, not the other way round, and you always will have. And that’s what’s ruined all this; you did whatever the fuck you could to make sure he never forgot about you.” He felt so ill, he wanted to throw up. But he was glued to the spot, not being able to move.

 Dom took in a deep breath, keeping her anger at bay. "He could forget about me. Just like you're going to, Lorcan. You're going to forget all about what we had. And if you don't care, fine. I deserve that. I deserve not to be care about because I'm horrible and selfish and a complete, utter bitch. Fine. But Lysander could have forgotton. But he didn't. And that's not my fucking fault. He had his stupid thing with Ellie and it hurt me. He could still have her. I'm not going to fuck them up because I want him that bad, Lorcan. Really, what kind of person do you think I am. I would do anything to have him, but I'm not going to ruin something like that. Whatever. If you hate me, hate me." She shrugged. "I deserve at least that." She was so numb she couldn't feel emotions. Everything was wrong, and she wanted to make it right, but she kept saying the stupidest things. She kept making it worse. And she couldn't stop. She just wanted to make everything better, go back to a few months ago where she didn't know she loved Lorcan. Where she was a great friend to Ellie, where the love she shared with Lys was the most beautiful thing she could dream of.

Too bad it was all shot to hell.

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 She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. “Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing the second you said you loved me back, Lorcan. Do not try to play the fucking victim because you’re just as much at fault as I am for hurting your brother. Yes, I am a selfish bitch, and I can’t be bothered to care. I love you Lorcan. I wasn’t lying about that. Okay? I really loved you. But Lys … I would do anything for him. And if I couldnt have him, I could have you, but I … didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t know it was going to hurt you. I didn’t know he was going to hurt me like that, Lorcan. I didn’t know. I just wanted and wanted and I was insensitive and inconsiderate. I love you Lorcan. And I always will. I’m just … I’m just not your girl, Lorcan. And it sucks because we could have been … amazing.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, sniffling. “I’m so sorry.” She curled into herself.

“I’m not playing the Victim. Are you stupid though? Really? I know how much i’ve hurt my brother, i know, you don’t need to remind me! But you should never have come after me, you shouldn’t. Because in truth, i wouldn’t have even looked your way if you hadn’t started talking to me. We could never have been ‘amazing.’ i’m not right for you,” Lorc looked away from her, tears spilling down his face “I hate myself for what i’ve done to Lysander, hate how much this hurts him, but he’s hurt me too.” She looked confused when he said that, and what he was about to say sickened him. His voice cracked as he said this, and she must have known he was in pain. It was so obvious. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d slept with him, Dom. The night before we got together. Why didn’t you tell me?”

 Anger surged through her body. "Because he lied to me about it! We were both drunk and he fucked me and left me alone! I was ashamed, Lorcan. Do you know how that feels? To wake up and not know who you fucked the night before and then ask the one person you know it was and have them lie to you? Do you? Roxie told me. Roxie! After her fucking told me he hadn't even been near me. Why would I admit something like that? To you of all people?" She shook her head. "I don't know what he said to you, but we slept together and he left. That was it." She shrugged, pulling her jacket tighter around her body, suddenly cold. "And yes, if Lys didnt have we wound so tightly around his goddamn finger, we could have been epic."

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Dazed and heartbroken, Dom sat in the grass sobbing so very uncontrollably. Was this how hurt Lys had been when she’d slammed him with the information that she and Lorcan were together? No. It must have hurt a million times worse because Lorcan was Lysander’s brother, Lys’ twin. And that was probably enough to hate her forever. Yes, she loved Lorcan with all her heart and even her soul. She loved him dearly. But Lysander … he was her soul. He was what woke her up in the morning, what kept her going through the day, what she thought about at the last coherent  moment before going to sleep. He was her life. And if he wanted to be with Ellie, fine. But he — she would always be so very in love with him.

Lorcan was running. Running from everything, everyone. He wanted nothing more to do with these fucking people. Nothing at all. Even his brother. He slowed to a walk, his thoughts making him feel ill. He wish he’d stuck to his principles, no girls. No feelings. No love. After this he would stay as he was, not let any girl change that. Ever. After this, he was through with everything. He was in so much pain, he didn’t want to feel this ever again.  And then he heard crying. And he stopped out of instinct, and made his way to where the noise was coming from. When he saw it was Dom, a whole new wave of pain came across him. For her, but for himself, too.

 She couldn’t breathe she realized. The pain was clawing up her throat, climbing through her body, tearing it apart. Dom was absolutely hysterical — maybe even a bit dramatic, but this — this pain was real. Because she knew she was truly alone. Everything was crumbling down and the two people she loved most in the world were gone.

She notice Lorcan walk upon her and shame filled her body. “I don’t deserve you,” she muttered through her sobs. “I never deserved you.”

Lorcan couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe. He tried to keep his expression mutual, to not show any feeling, but he knew a few tears slipped down his cheek. He was so angry, and hurt and he didn’t know what to say to her anymore. But he knew he needed too, because this might be the last chance he would get. He just wanted to run.  “What was the point, Dom? Why didn’t you just wait for Lys to come back to you? Because you knew he would, of course he would. Yet you still used me, to get back at him? To make yourself feel better? I don’t know, but why did you have to hurt me, too? You do realise, you’ve torn me and him apart, too. You know that right? He’s my twin, and you’ve managed to come between us,” He shook his head, hating everything, “I would have been there for you, until he realised he couldn’t live without you. It was selfish Dom, really fucking selfish.” He felt sick, he knew this was hurting her. But she’d hurt him just as bad.

 She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. "Don't act like you didn't know what you were doing the second you said you loved me back, Lorcan. Do not try to play the fucking victim because you're just as much at fault as I am for hurting your brother. Yes, I am a selfish bitch, and I can't be bothered to care. I love you Lorcan. I wasn't lying about that. Okay? I really loved you. But Lys . . . I would do anything for him. And if I couldnt have him, I could have you, but I . . . didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know it was going to hurt you. I didn't know he was going to hurt me like that, Lorcan. I didn't know. I just wanted and wanted and I was insensitive and inconsiderate. I love you Lorcan. And I always will. I'm just . . . I'm just not your girl, Lorcan. And it sucks because we could have been . . . amazing." She wiped her face with the back of her hand, sniffling. "I'm so sorry." She curled into herself.

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Dazed and heartbroken, Dom sat in the grass sobbing so very uncontrollably. Was this how hurt Lys had been when she’d slammed him with the information that she and Lorcan were together? No. It must have hurt a million times worse because Lorcan was Lysander’s brother, Lys’ twin. And that was probably enough to hate her forever. Yes, she loved Lorcan with all her heart and even her soul. She loved him dearly. But Lysander … he was her soul. He was what woke her up in the morning, what kept her going through the day, what she thought about at the last coherent  moment before going to sleep. He was her life. And if he wanted to be with Ellie, fine. But he — she would always be so very in love with him.

Lorcan was running. Running from everything, everyone. He wanted nothing more to do with these fucking people. Nothing at all. Even his brother. He slowed to a walk, his thoughts making him feel ill. He wish he’d stuck to his principles, no girls. No feelings. No love. After this he would stay as he was, not let any girl change that. Ever. After this, he was through with everything. He was in so much pain, he didn’t want to feel this ever again.  And then he heard crying. And he stopped out of instinct, and made his way to where the noise was coming from. When he saw it was Dom, a whole new wave of pain came across him. For her, but for himself, too.

 She couldn't breathe she realized. The pain was clawing up her throat, climbing through her body, tearing it apart. Dom was absolutely hysterical -- maybe even a bit dramatic, but this -- this pain was real. Because she knew she was truly alone. Everything was crumbling down and the two people she loved most in the world were gone.

She notice Lorcan walk upon her and shame filled her body. "I don't deserve you," she muttered through her sobs. "I never deserved you."

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Dazed and heartbroken, Dom sat in the grass sobbing so very uncontrollably. Was this how hurt Lys had been when she'd slammed him with the information that she and Lorcan were together? No. It must have hurt a million times worse because Lorcan was Lysander's brother, Lys' twin. And that was probably enough to hate her forever. Yes, she loved Lorcan with all her heart and even her soul. She loved him dearly. But Lysander . . . he was her soul. He was what woke her up in the morning, what kept her going through the day, what she thought about at the last coherent  moment before going to sleep. He was her life. And if he wanted to be with Ellie, fine. But he -- she would always be so very in love with him.

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Dom waited in the Great Hall for Lorcan, who would meet her there before their trip to Hogsmeade. She was excited because they hadn’t done much but visits to the pitch, lake, and her dorm room, which, not matter how much she loved kissing him, was wearing away the excitement. She wanted to walk around, and hold hands, and be a couple outside of Hogwarts. She smiled as she thought to herself. 

Lorcan walked into the great hall, and saw Dom waiting for him. He smiled to himself and walked over to her - this trip to Hogsmeade was a new thing for them, being a couple outside of the Hogwarts grounds. As he reached her he could see she was smiling, “Hey,” he smiled. 

She blushed — something she always did around him — and smiled. “Hi,” she murmured. She leaned in to kiss him, taking his hands. “Ready to go? I think they’re waiting for us,” she murmured. 

He grinned, “Yeah,” He laced his fingers with hers and turned to walk out of the Great Hall - pulling her along with him. He smiled at her blush, “Is there anything in particular you’d like to do today?” He smiled down at her as they walked.

She shrugged. “Nothing in particular. I’m hungry, so I thought we could get something to eat, and then walk around the shops for a bit. I’ve been meaning to buy James a belated birthday present. It was the first of September, and we’re in the middle of October … So yeah.” She laughed. “Did you want to do something?”

“Nope, there was nothing i wanted to do,” He smiled, walking along with her. “What do you want to do first?” 

She opens her mouth to confess her hunger when she sees, Lysander waving at them, a bright smile on his face, his arm around . . . Eloise Wood! "W-what the hell is he doing with her? With her!" She watched as they kissed, wrapped up in the shattering feeling of him breaking her heart and she looked up at Lorcan, tears filling her eyes. "I -- I have to go," she mumbles and turns around, breaking into a sprint as she ran to God-knows-where.

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(ooc: I'd like the siblings to talk in French so you can use a translator if you don't understand)Bonjour Dom! Comment allez-vous ? Bonnes nouvelles! J'ai un emploi à Hogwarts! Cela ne sort pas ? Espèrent ce que vous avez la même leçon que j'enseigne. Gotta vont maintenant, en déjeunant avec la maman et le papa!votre soeur,Victoire

Vic!Je suis super, merci. C'est génial que vous avez obtenu un emploi ici. Je t'ai manqué de sagesse grande soeur:)J'espère que je suis dans votre classe, puis je n'aurais pas à étudier! Je plaisante;)Rendez-vous lorsque vous arrivez ici. Envoyer mon amour à maman et papa!Avec des baisers et des rires,Dom