frost_incarnate | I should have seen this coming.

I should have seen this coming.

I should have, but somehow I did not.

I have nothing to say. There are no words left. I picked up my violin, but there was no music to play, only noise, and I am not surprised because I think that nothing beautiful can come of this.

I regret nothing.

Every word I spoke, every deed I did, I would do again.

What does that make me?

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I am damned. I want you both. But I want to speak with you, at least, even if there can never be anything else. I want to have you around, to make things the way they were efore this summer, even though so much has changed I know that can never be.

Enjoy your damnation, Draco.

As much as you enjoy yours.

This isn't hell, it's purgatory.

You love me and care for Padma... I'm mad over both you and Parvati.... how did this ever happen to us, Pansy?

It's a punishment of course. For everything we've ever done wrong in our lives since we've known each other, which is... well, a long time and a lot of wrong things.

A catalog of sins, a scroll that when unrolled would stretch across the castle grounds...

The question is: would you rather we'd never spent that much time together throughout our lives and done those things or would you do it all anyway even if it meant ending up in this position?

I don't know. I don't want to trade time with you, not for anything, but if it meant I would still have you... i don't know.

Y'know, if you'd just asked me out in third year when I really started trying to get your attention we'd probably be engaged or something by now and this wouldn't have happened.

I know. And for whatever it's worth, I wish that I had, and that we were- but too much has changed now.

You have connections with various Ministrys around the world, don't you? Steal a Time-Turner and we'll go back, I can put on an impossibly short skirt and pretend to drop my quill so I can bend over in front of you all over again... damn but that was a shamelessly unsubtle tactic I had.

If only it were that easy.... I remember the first time you did that. Black lace underwear, I believe?

And here's me thinking you never actually noticed I was doing anything!

No... I just pretended not to notice so you would do it again. Even then, you were stunning, your behind no less than the rest of you.

See? You've always been perverted, no matter how much you try and blame it on me 'corrupting' you.
As long as no-one else noticed and there wasn't some sort of bet going on as to what I'd be wearing then I should get over the shame of ever being so blatantly obvious in my flirting... in a few years.

I don't know who else noticed.

All I know as a direct effect of that, is that the very first time we kissed, that's why I grabbed you.

remember that first kiss?

You underestimate your abilities, I will never forget that kiss - after all, I waited long enough for it.

It was an excellent kiss. And your hind end was as nicely squeezable then as now, as I recall.

Aah, memories, that was the first time I was ever inappropriately groped you know.
It's a pity you'll never be able to... well, do it again.

Yes. Though I miss holding you, even appropriately. I miss... those talks we used to have, before this last summer.

You know, summer used to be my favourite season. But I think, just as midnight did after I got the Ministry letter saying my parents were dead, it's lost some of it's charm.

Yes.

Salazar, growing up sucks. I ant to go back and be fifteen with you forever. No, fourteen- before Crabbe nd Goyle and I took the Mark. We were all happy then.

Dear god, look at us both, wallowing in teenage angst. How utterly... common, we're better than this, both of us are.
Fourteen, hm, but I wasn't as... *ahem* developed then.

You were still gorgeous, and you had plenty. I had my hands up your blouse often enough to know.

I should have seen this coming.

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