Ritual

The news is out all over town
That you've been seen a-runnin' 'round
I know that I should leave, but then
I just can't go, you win again

She sat there, gazing out of the window with her eyes gazed over with tears. Of course she knew about his indiscretions. She just didn’t do anything about them. She thought he was quieter about them. Out of all people she could have heard it from, it was her old flame, Blaise Zabini. He even had a pained and tortured look in his eyes. He told her to move away with him and he’d make her happy, but she respectfully declined just like the perfect ethical and loyal wife. He left, casting miserable glances over his shoulder and he apparated away. Merlin knows she still loved him after all those years of separation, but she believed in staying faithful.

She knew that Draco didn’t love her anymore, but she still stuck with him. She knew that she should leave, but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She clutched the flesh above her heart and cried, feeling her life being wrenched out.

This heart of mine could never see
What ev'rybody knew but me
Just trusting you was my great sin
What can I do, you win again

She sniffed, wiping away the salty tears with her silk sleeve. She hated the life she led with him. It was nothing but agony and anguish in tenfold. Her emotions were on a roller coaster, but ironically enough, it never included happiness. She never saw any wrong with him before they married and while they were dating. She guessed that she trusted him to keep her spirits buoyed and her heart safe. She expected too much from him. She should’ve known that you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks. She should’ve kept her heart secure instead of handing it to him on a silver platter. It wasn’t fair…

I'm sorry for your victim now
'Cause soon his head like mine will bow
He'll give his heart, but all in vain
And someday say, you win again

She reminisced about the time when he loved her. If he never did, it was great acting and she fell hook, line and sinker. All those women gave their hearts to him in vain, wishing they were the ones who would break through his icy heart where he only loved himself. There wasn’t room for anyone else. They all hurt in the end.

He kept his mind and his heart carefully separated and it’s never failed him so far. All the women he’s been with have served him and were there on his beck and call. They were all too submissive. Just because he was so unobtainable, everyone wanted him. He only wanted himself.

You have no heart, you have no shame
You take true love and give the blame
I guess that I should not complain
I love you still, you win again

She slipped out of the silk dress and pulled on an old Weasley sweater, wishing things would be simple again. She heard the soft creaking of the door and inhaled the scent of women’s perfume on his skin. It was a sweet smell, like sin. She silently cried as he stripped out of his work clothes and yanked on a pair of serpent green pajama pants. His arm crept across her waist, engulfing her in his warmth, lies and deceit. He didn’t feel the gentle sobs emanating from her body or the shaking her body made. He kissed her beautiful red mane and whispered an apology. Life went on and the ritual continued…

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