Slut

It\'s been six weeks since I watched Malfoy\'s soul sucked out of him. Well, it\'s not exactly the soul. Dementors feed on your happiest memories. When you get the kiss you lose all of those memories to those foul creatures. Permanently. They say it\'s your soul, but what is a soul but a collection of memories? And who are you if not a collection of your memories? I\'m not sure why it surprised me to hear that Malfoy in his befuddled and defenseless state he seems to know my name. After all of the happy memories were removed he would be left with me, and what I did to him.

It wasn\'t long after I\'d written that heart wrenching note to the only person whom I know I\'ll ever really love, the only person I\'ve ever shown my whole, terrible self to; that I took up with his cousin Nymphandora Tonks. It doesn\'t make much sense to me why I did it other than that on some level I know that she is part of him. I ask her to make her hair blonde all of the time. She doesn\'t suspect why. She just thinks I like blondes.

I make love to her in the bed as I should\'ve made love to Draco.

I treat her well and take her places, as I should\'ve done him.

I surprise her with gifts, things I should\'ve bought Malfoy.

I respect her differing opinions and don\'t judge her for her errors in judgment, as I should\'ve done with the man I loved.

But one thing she\'ll never have is me. I belong irrevocably to Draco Malfoy.

I finally broke down and visited him today. He was a whimpering and pathetic thing. Malfoy doesn\'t know where he is or how he got there. He shudders and quakes in the corner of his cell. His fingers are scabby and the walls are blooded. Draco\'s silver eyes are unfocused and his head lolls as if propped up by a wavering stick.

But he did know one thing I discovered after I stepped into the dank pit of his cell because he gazed at me with comprehension for a desperately lucid moment. His voice scratchy from his manic wailing halted so that he could whisper, \"Yours.\"

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Not all of my stories end happily, not all end sadly. But hopefully they all end truthfully.

...and there\'s just often some people in your life that no matter how honest you both are, how well suited you may be, even if they\'re likely your soul mate; circumstances keep it from playing out like a Hollywood movie.

I wrote this for me.