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She was ridiculous. Purely ridiculous. He'd never know why people insisted on feeling bad after he'd clearly told them they didn't need to. She didn't have to apologise, and she shouldn't feel guilty about her own feelings. They weren't something that could be controlled, after all. She couldn't just discard them because she didn't like who they were pointed at.
"Oh, Nia," he murmured, both hands letting go of her and moving up to her face, one cupping each cheek. "I don't mean to be rude, but just... shut up, okay?"
Really, she had nothing to apologise for. At all. His stomach turned, another knot forming slowly. He wasn't allowed to do this. He had a girlfriend. He was just complicating things. But Nia wasn't supposed to feel bad for liking someone. Even if it was him.
Why did it have to be him?
"I'm a Slytherin." He said this rather flatly, as if it in itself were enough of an explanation. "I never regret anything."
It was a lie, but he was also smart enough to not let people know what he regretted and just how much. Regret wasn't something he liked. He knew he'd feel it after this, he wasn't going to deny the fact to himself. He was cheating on Emmalee, who was such a good person and didn't deserve this, and he'd regret that immensely for a long time. But Nia would never know.
"You deserve a lot more than me. You deserve the world, Nia. You'd just deny yourself the pleasure were it ever given to you."
Was he under some kind of curse, that he was constantly surrounded by all these amazing women? And yet, he was doomed to constantly hurt at least one of them. He'd hurt Kiri, and now he was going to end up hurting Nia, and probably Emmalee too.
He was an idiot.
The slightest hint of a smile on her face was enough to make the idiot feel a little better, however, and he tried his best to ignore the guilt that was sitting as a cement block in his stomach. He'd... he'd figure things out later. Right now, all that mattered was that she smiled.
"I'm an extremely patient and accommodating person. Making me uncomfortable or upset is quite a task." He dropped his hands from her face, letting one land on hers. "Are you okay? Are you cold?"
He was about ninety percent sure that wasn't why she was almost shivering, but it seemed the easiest way to ask about it. |