The Moon and His Night

16

Camille POV

A wave of nausea rolled through me as I walked out of the locker room and immediately saw Leo leaning against an adjacent tree a few feet away with his hands in his pockets. The sky was beginning to open up with an ominous looking storm, but he still stood there waiting as the drizzle turned into heavy rain drops.

Just get it over with, Camille. 

The longer I drew this out, the greater the risk of slipping up and letting the heartache on the inside break through to the outside--and that couldn't happen. It would only complicate things, and I wanted this to go as simply as possible. Hopefully that dull the blade of the aftermath that I was going to be dealing as soon as my arrangement with Leo Malfoy was officially brought to an end. 

I already knew what I was going to say. I already knew how I needed to act. I had already run over my lines a million times in my head so nothing came off as forced or weird or awkward or emotional. I even practiced my casual and breezy smile in the mirror to really sell it to him that this was no biggie, because we were just friends, right? I don't feel like the biggest idiot in the world for developing feelings for my fuck buddy when said fuck buddy is basically the poster child for a perfect childhood while I was a walking, talking example of why just because you can have kids doesn't mean you should. 

I just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible without queuing him into the fact that the excuses I was feeding him were bullshit, and the truth was that I'm an idiot that broke rule number one--the most important rule--in a FWB arrangement. 

Don't catch feelings for your fuck buddy, you idiot.

Wish I would have known prior to all of this that I was not cut out for a "friendship" like this one. This type of arrangement and I don't mesh well. And now I'm finding that out in the most brutal way possible. 

Great.

I took a deep breath, readjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder, plastered on my practiced smile, and headed his direction. His eyes wandered around the canopy of bare branches above him curiously until he noticed me approaching, and that typical pretty boy grin instantly appeared on his face.

Oh God, not the grin.

"Hey." I greeted, my voice not reflecting an ounce of what I was feeling on the inside. So far so good.

"Hey." He replied, pushing off where he leaned against the tree and falling into step beside me as we started up the trail that seemed hundreds of miles long right now. "Want me to conjure an umbrella?"

Why did he have to be such a gentleman? Why couldn't he be an asshole? Just this once. It would make this whole thing much easier. 

"S'fine." I waved off his offer. The rain was actually quite refreshing. Almost calming. Grounding me to reality.

"How was practice?" He asked, casually strolling beside me. "Scrambling to perfect those plays before the Gryffindor match?"

I rolled my eyes, not being able to help myself from smirking as he snickered quietly to himself at his own smartass comment.

"We've had those perfected for weeks, Malfoy. Don't flatter yourself." I replied, watching my feet as we walked up the path.

Then, to my absolute despair...there was silence. A charged silence. The kind of silence that was caused by someone with tons to say but no idea where to start. 

Leo and I really never had silences like this. We never bit our tongues, we just spoke about what we wanted to speak about. From what I could remember, we really never ran out of things to talk about.