Meet Me At The Black Lake ; Ron Weasley

chapter 5

  When Willow woke up Monday morning, wrapped up in dark green blankets, sun pouring through an open window, she was craving an apology. It had been over a week since Draco had fucked up. She didn't want to be the one to approach him, but she needed to have some sort of closure.

  Willow had been thinking a lot. She didn't know if she wanted to stay in this relationship, but she couldn't really make a proper decision until her and Draco talked.

  That's how Willow found herself in the boys dormitory, hair freshly washed and in clean robes, standing right in front of Draco.

"We need to talk," Willow said strongly.

  Draco looked like he'd just finished getting ready, perfect timing. He nodded, and led Willow over to his bed. It was only them in the room, as the other boys had left when Willow came in.

  "So, you're finally over our little squabble?" Draco said, like it was nothing. Willow's blood boiled.

  "You basically called me your object, after I told you I loved  you. This isn't a little 'squabble', Draco," Willow tried to remain calm.

  "Babe," Willow flinched. "I didn't mean that you're my object. It was more like, you belong to me, you know? So I have you, and I love that,"

 "I don't fucking belong to you, Draco. We're dating. I'm your girlfriend. Do you know what that means?" Willow didn't wait for an answer she knew she wouldn't get. "It means that when you see me, you should get all of these little butterflies in your stomach. You should crave my kisses. When you look into your future, you should see me in it, but you don't. You see yourself, all rich and famous and snobby, and then your trophy wife, right?"

  "No-"

  "Yes. I've been fucking blind. Blinded by my unconditional love for you. All I saw at twelve was a handsome boy that I could call my boyfriend. Fucking twelve. That's how long I've been here under your spell. You don't fucking love me, hell you don't even like me."

   "Oh my god, Willow. You're so fucking dramatic.  Sorry that I'm not fucking in love with you.  You're not exactly an easy person to love," Draco burst out.

  "What? How the fuck am I hard to love?  I treat you exactly like a girlfriend should.  I would do anything for you, Draco.  That's the fucking problem," Willow could feel her heart banging against her rib cage.

   "You're so fucking needy.  All the time.  'Draco, do this for me.  Draco, do that for me'.  You need me for everything, you can't do anything yourself,"  and that is what made Willow make her final decision.

   "I don't need you.  I don't fucking need you, and I'll prove it.  We're fucking over, Draco.  Don't ever touch me again, don't ever speak to me again, don't come crying to me when since you have no girlfriend,  you have no power left."

    Willow only let the hot tears pour down her face once she was back in her bed.

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   "What the fuck, Willow?" Pansy burst into the common room, throwing her bag onto one of the couches.

    "I guess you heard, then?" Willow said quietly.  She had been on this same chair all day, deciding on skipping school since she didn't know if she'd ever stop crying.  She did.  

     "Yes, I heard.  What the fuck are you doing, breaking up with Draco?  He has literally formed who you are today,"

     "He didn't form me, I did.  Just with his influence.  His influence formed me into a person that I hate, so I did what I should have done a long time ago," Willow replied honestly.