Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

chapter 47 - Sharing's Not Always Nice

It’s been two weeks since Lexi first told me that she was getting married.

We’ve spent every day since living out a very easy existence. Voldemort instructed Lexi after telling her about his plans for her to do exactly as she wanted (unless ‘summoned’), and she took this very seriously.

“I can do whatever I want,” she said to Draco and I one breezy morning. “Anything.”

Draco and I exchanged glances. “And what is it you want to do?” I frowned.

She considered. “…I want to forget,” is what she said. What was distressing was how she spoke so simply – so detached from emotion. I wondered if she even felt pain anymore, or if she felt numb from it. It broke me.

…But that’s what we did. For the last couple of weeks, Lexi, Draco and I have been living an easy existence. Voldemort literally doesn’t seem to care less what she does as long as it’s within the walls of the Manor, and he doesn’t seem to mind me and Draco hanging out with her (for the time being) either, so we’ve just been mucking around. It’s been good. Fun, even.

I think what’s good about it is that we’ve been doing whatever we feel like doing. We were even allowed into the Malfoy broomstick cupboard (pretty much as big as our dormitory at Hogwarts) and so we’ve been playing a lot of Quidditch out in the grounds over the last couple of days. Sure, it’s not particularly easy with only three players, but we’ve done pretty well.

A couple of days ago we spent the whole day playing a game of Hide and Seek. I’m not even joking. A large part of me told me it was ridiculous – mucking around like kids, chasing each other around the house – but another part told me it was the most fun I’ve ever had. Seeing as my mother was too busy marrying rich wizards and then killing them off to ever give me a second look, I spent my childhood by myself, and it feels like I’m catching up on all the fun I should have had then now.

One day we just sat in the Malfoy library and ploughed our way through some good books. (I say ‘we’, I really just mean me and Lexi. Draco just sat in an armchair and, when he finally tired of complimenting Lexi, kept asking if we could just go and play Quidditch outside again).

And after a while, things all began to blend together into this nice happy jumble of days just doing what we wanted. But then something small – so minor, but yet so important – came along and just kind of – well, jutted a whole in everything.

..I got a letter from Pansy.

Honestly, I’d almost completely forgotten there even was a life for me outside of the walls of the Manor. Ever since Lexi told me she’s not sure of the identity of her betrothed, I can’t help but shake the idea that it might be me.

I mean, why wouldn’t it be? I have a respectable background, I love her, I’m her best friend, it would explain why Voldemort’s letting me spend all this time with her and, let’s face it, it would be a bloody good way to hurt Draco, if it turned out the girl he loves is getting married to his best friend.

I know it’s weird, to want to be married at my age, and it’s not that the idea of marriage that attracts me, more just the idea of being one step closer to being able to protect her. That’s what she said it’s for in the first place. Voldemort told her an arranged marriage would be for “security” reasons. And more than anything I want her to be safe.

And she does love me, you know. As much as I love her. Or at least, she would, if she had the chance – if only Draco would move over and let her look at other guys. I know she’d love me as soon as he gave her a chance to.

But anyway. I’m supposed to be talking about Pansy. C’mon, Blaise.

Her letter weird, actually.