Varför, älskling? [Dimitri]

The Christmas Holidays were over, and Nerisei was forced to return to her normal, boring life. Lessons, Quidditch, and and work. Well, perhaps her life was not boring, since there were a million and one things to do, but Nerisei needed some sort of... excitement, something that had been lost after Dimitri had decided to play her the way he did. But how could a teenager return to her normal life, after the amazing moments she had the chance to experience over the Holidays?

Nerisei had been asked to leave Hogwarts, one week before the Holidays, in order to attend a party and a couple of photoshoots, on behalf of Kit Harrington's company. The witch had no expected things to go that well, but Neri had actually managed two successful photoshoots, that made Kit's company proud, but also, she had managed to find someone to help her forget all about her broken heart and sad life. Or well, he seemed to have found her, after he had saved her from a crazy young man, who seemed to believe that all models were there to please his... needs.

Jacques Clement was the man every woman dreamed of. He was incredibly handsome, knew how to speak and how to treat a lady, and had made Nerisei feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. At first, the young witch had been wary, unsure as to why he would want to help her out of the dreadful situation she had found herself in, but as more time passed, Nerisei found herself enjoying his company more and more. Until... they were eventually alone, out in the beautiful balcony, staring down at the people who were walking the streets of Venice. Nerisei had not intended to fall for his charms. She had never even believed a man like him would want to have anything to do with her, but the moment their lips met, it was game over for the young woman.

The night had been eventful, with the young Ravenclaw witch feeling happy that she had made the decision to follow him back to his hotel. But the next day had been just as magical. Jacques had shown her around the city, always making sure she was safe and happy and attended to her every need. For once in her life, Nerisei was feeling appreciated. A princess, someone would say. But sadly, her trip to Italy had to come to an end. The Frenchman had escorted her back to her agent, bidding her goodbye with a kiss, and leaving her alone to deal with her mixed feelings and worries.

New Year's Eve was spent with her Grandparents, in Sweden. Her mother was, once again, attending an event on behalf of her Gallery, whilst her father was on a business trip, in God knows where. Her grandparents had been more than enough, but Nerisei knew there was something going, something that everyone was trying to hide, but the witch was not a kid anymore. She could see the distance between her parents, and she couldn't help but wonder, what the hell was going on. Were they... divorced? And they had no mentioned a thing? No, they couldn't be. Her parents loved each other. They were High School sweethearts!

Thankfully, her mind had been taken off of those tormenting thoughts, by the sound of her phone buzzing, signaling she had a new text. Her breath had almost caught in her throat as she sprinted to her phone, expecting to see a message from Dimitri, wishing her a Happy New Year, and perhaps apologising for everything. Had he sent her a gift?
Unlocking the device, Nerisei froze. It was not Dimitri, but it was none other than Jacques Clement. The only man she had not expected to text her.


"Happy New Year, Miss Volkova, I wish you all the best for the year! J x"

The sadness that had threaten to take over her, at the absence of Dimitri's name, had soon disappeared, and a big smile had now taken place on her face. Truthfully, Nerisei had not believed that Jacques would remember her at all, after the couple of days they spent together, but he had proven her wrong once again, and Neri couldn't be more glad. It seemed that fate was playing a very dangerous game with her, yet Nerisei was way up in the clouds to see that.

Days passed, holidays came to an end, and lessons were officially back, therefore, the witch was forced to study, in order to keep up with the good grades. She had promised herself that, once again, she was going to succeed. Studying at the University and becoming a Potions Mistress had been her dream since she was eleven, and she was not going to give that up for a couple of boys.

In one of the Library's many quiet corners, Nerisei could be seen lost in her book, reading about advanced Potion Making, whilst keeping notes. It was obvious that the witch did not want to be disturbed, but that did not stop the Moreau heir from disrupting her peace. At the sound of her name being called, Neri sighed, and slowly lowered her book on the table, her eyes landing on the one person that had caused her the most pain. The one person she had decided to trust. The man that had broken her heart.

"Can I help you with something?" The Ravenclaw witch asked indifferently, not wanting to give Dimitri the chance to see her sad. He did not deserve her tears. No man did.

Not once, since the day they had returned to the castle, did Nerisei think that Dimitri would eventually find out about Jacques Clement. Truthfully, she was just a model, who happened to be at the same party as the prestigious Clement heir, but they were not truly together. When they had left the party and moved towards the Balcony, where they could be undisturbed, Nerisei had not believed that in the middle of the damn night, a paparazzi would be capturing photos of the duo, looking... looking way too intimate. Oh, but you were intimate with him, weren't you?, the voice in her head reminded her, making the young witch groan inwardly. She hadn't meant to hurt Dimitri. She hadn't meant to place herself on the newspaper. She was just... having fun.

But as Dimitri called out her name, harsher than ever, the brunette witch felt her heart sink. No, Dimitri had not come here to apologise, he had not come here to ask her to be hid girlfriend, or tell her he misses her, just as much as she was missing him. Dimitri had come here to fight, to hurt her more than he already had, and Neri was not prepared for it. She didn't want to fight. The witch was simply done trying to fix something that he was constantly breaking, as if it was his to break, in the first place.

As his mobile was tossed --some could say slammed-- on the table before her, Nerisei closed her book and looked around, making sure no one was staring back at them. A few heads had turned, for a mere second, but they went back to their homework. Taking a deep breath, Nerisei put her book aside, after marking the page with a silk ribbon, and turned to Dimitri. Her eyes trailed from him, down to the phone that showed her, in Jacques arms, looking happy. She had been happy. And she deserved to be, after what Dimitri had put her through. And now he was here to what? Judge her for not crying over him like a baby?

"What is this?"

Nerisei wanted to snap at him, tell him that it's none of his business, and turn back to her book. Pretend that nothing was going on, just like he had been pretending to like her all this time. Dimitri was not getting a taste of his own medicine, and he was fuming. It didn't feel nice being left, did it?
"That is a phone, and let me remind you, it can break. So, refrain from throwing it around like a boomerang." Nerisei answered, being smart ass as usual. If Dimitri had come here expecting to make her admit she was in a relationship with Jacques, he was vastly mistaken.

The more Nerisei was staring at Dimitri, the easier it was for her to see the signs of his anger. Dimitri's eyes had darkened with a hate she had never seen before, and his jaw had set, making him look, for the first time in all the years she had been watching him from afar, extremely dangerous. It had never occurred to the young witch, that the calm, sweet man she had once met, could turn into a monster. Though, after he had played her like that, Nerisei should have been prepared for pretty much anything.

"Don't play with me, Nerisei."

The witch clicked her tongue, breaking their eyes contact. He was beyond fuming, and Nerisei could hear the warning, lacing his every word. What was he going to do, exactly? Harm her? Hadn't he already done that? Dimitri Moreau had no right to be angry, or jealous, and he definitely had no right to come asking for explanations, when it was him, who had decided to walk away from her, and not the other way around. Just because he was a Pureblood, it didn't mean he could always get his way.

"Why were you pictured with Jacques Clement?"

"It is none of your business!" Nerisei snapped through clenched teeth, glaring back at the wizard who was standing there, staring at her as if she had commited the worst possible crime. Neri belonged to no one, even though she once wanted to be his. If he wanted to claim her, he could have done that long ago, but he had thrown away every single chance she had given him. And now? Now he was accusing her of what? Cheating on him? How could she cheat, when there was no relationship to begin with?

"Did you sleep with him?"

"And what if I did?! I am not your girlfriend, remember?" The Ravenclaw witch countered, glaring daggers at Dimitri. How could she have been so blind?! The Dimitri she had met was a kind man, a true gentleman... but as they grew closer Nerisei discovered he was none of those. Dimitri had no idea what he wanted, and refused to acknowledge them as an item. No matter what Nerisei did, he still refused to... to express what he felt for her. And now, now she knew exactly why he had been avoiding to tell her.

"I do not belong to you, Dimitri. You had your chance, and you threw me away. Now, someone else is enjoying what you deemed not good enough!" The witch whisper-yelled, grabbing her book and standing up, in an attempt to leave. She was not going to have this conversation with him. Especially in the middle of the damn Library!

As Dimitri insisted it was indeed his business, Nerisei couldn't help but scoff. He was being stupid, so, so stupid, and Nerisei did not have the patience to deal with him, at that moment. Dimitri had grown to become more and more angry, something that made the brunette witch feel uneasy. Would he dare to raise his hand on her? It was impossible to know his limits, at this point, and there was definitely some fear taking over the young woman.

"I never said you weren't my girlfriend! You're being unreasonable!"

"You never said I was, either!" Nerisei snapped back at him, her own anger rising threateningly. Dimitri was pushing all the wrong buttons, even though he knew very well how explosive the Ravenclaw witch could get. "And how dare you call me unreasonable! Have you taken a look in the mirror lately?!" But, of course, the male would not actually listen to her words. He was too far gone, believing a story that was not true, but the young girl was not going to tell him otherwise. He did not deserve to know anything.

Exiting the room, before something worse happened, would be the wisest choice. Nerisei had tried to move past the broody wizard, and towards her freedom, when Dimitri's figure stopped her. Nerisei took a step back, glaring up at him, ready to push him away, when he decided to speak again. Though, the more he spoke the worse he was making the situation for himself, and Nerisei was really close to hexing his head off.

Listening to him blame her for every single thing, caused Nerisei to close her eyes in frustration and turn away from him. She did not want to hear him out, she did not want to accept his lies, yet he was forcing her to stay here and listen to all the vile words that were coming out of his mouth. He was supposed to be the man of her dreams, the man that would love her, the man-

"Are you trying to punish me? Is that what this is? Something goes wrong in the Prefect's Bathroom between us, and you decide that that isn't enough, so you have to take it a step further and try to humiliate me?"

"Punish you?!" Neri asked, whirling around to face him. Tears were already threatening to fall down her cheeks, but she was so determined to stay strong, she wouldn't allow them to fall. "I am not punishing anyone, Dimitri! Yes, I told you to go away, when you came to find me, and what did you do? You ran. You fled. You did the only thing you actually know how to do! People that are in love, fight for what they have, Moreau. They don't just sit around and wait for a miracle to happen. If you wanted me to be your girlfriend, then you could have grown a pair of balls and ask me!

"But no. You come here --what a nerve you have!--, and accuse me of infidelity, of lying, of trying to hurt you. Unlike you, Moreau, I have feelings! I don't play with people, and I definitely don't punish them." Taking a deep breath, Nerisei shook her head, not able to believe how much of an asshole he was being right now. "I am not cold and empty, like you." The witch whispered, feeling defeated. How could he drain all the energy from her?

"Because, if you'd rather be his whore than be with me, you only had to say, Nerisei. You only had to say."

Nerisei froze. Her eyes lifted from the floor to stare into Dimitri's, and her jaw set, much like his had done a moment ago. She didn't really know for how long she had been looking at him, but only at the sound of slapping, did she snap out of the trance she was in. Her hand was stinging, after it had made contact with Dimitri's cheek, and her heart was aching, even more than before, if possible. How could he be so...

"I'd rather be his whore, a billion times, than be your girlfriend."

By that moment, the whole Library had fallen silent, and was currently watching the exchange between the duo. Nerisei wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen, before pushing past Dimitri, and the Librarian, Grayson Hughes, who was currently walking towards them, and making her way out of the Library. She was done with Dimitri Moreau.

He was dead.