Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

Just another girl

“Lexi!” I exclaim, almost hurling myself through the doorway and out into the corridor.

All I can think of are Blaise’s words, ringing over and over and over in my head. “You could be murdered before the end of the year, Draco…”

I have to finish this. I should have finished this a long time ago. To be honest, there shouldn’t even be anything to finish. This should never have been started.

I curse myself under my breath at my own stupidity – from about third year, I’ve had this ridiculous, stupid obsession with being loved, being wanted.

And so, when I got this mission, I just couldn’t resist the temptation. I couldn’t just hex Lexi and whisk her back to the mansion at the first opportunity – I had to play games. I had to make her fall in love with me.

Just to add her to the list of all the others. I prioritized my own childish games, this weird delight in messing around with as many hearts as I possibly could, over my own life.

Eurgh!

But enough. I’m done now. I’m done. As soon as I get off the train, I’ll meet Mother and Father and I’ll talk to Lexi on the platform, arrange things, and then the plan will begin.

… I can even talk to her now. Get Step 1 out the way before we’ve even reached London. Get ahead of the game.

That’s why I jumped at the sound of her voice out in the corridor, anyway. I was subconsciously desperate to see her because I wanted to start the plan as soon as possible.

Right?

Lexi’s got her back turned to me, but she’s deep in conversation with a friend – eurgh, Granger? Please. What did I ever think I saw in that girl. Even I draw a line somewhere. I do not mess around girls who include Mudblood Gryffindors in their list of friends.

But when she hears her name, she turns around at once – or half-turns, so her long dark hair tosses over her shoulder but her body’s still facing away from me. But I can see her, I can see her face.

I can see the slightly tanned, clear skin, and her rosy cheeks and her pink lips stretched over her white teeth as she smiles at me. And as her smile gets bigger, her deep brown eyes that seem to be able to look right into your soul glitter and it’s not just like her mouth that’s smiling, it’s all of her, it’s her whole being. Her whole being just radiates happiness and sunshine and everything that’s good in the world.

And I hate her.

I do, I really hate her. It’s just a smile like that, it’s quite distracting. It can throw you off a bit sometimes.

“Hello you,” smiles Lexi, walking over to me. “And what do you want?”

Granger’s got her eyes narrowed as she watches her. Me. Us. Whatever.

“I’ll see you later, Lexi,” she murmurs, and walks back into a compartment.