What He Doesn't Know
By RavynFayre

He left early this morning. He always does. I can't fault him for it, because he thinks it's what I want. And I did, at first.

He left without saying a word. He always does. I can't fault him for it, because he thinks it's what I want. And I did, at first.

He won't let me come to his flat because I think the neighborhood is trashy and low-class. He won't let me hold his hand or kiss him in public because I'm afraid of being seen with him "that way". He won't take me home to meet his parents because I look down on them for being poor. He won't bring me along when he goes out with his friends because I'll make fun of them. He won't let me come to his Quidditch matches because I'll root for the other team. He won't let me borrow his clothes because they're all hand-me-downs and practically threadbare. He won't let me love him because a Malfoy couldn't possibly love a Weasley.

He won't let me change, though I already have, even if he can't see it. Or won't. He won't see me for me, the way I am now. The way I am when I'm with him. The way I am because of him.

What he doesn't know can't hurt him, but it might just destroy me.

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