Written for the iPod Challenge.

Day Nine.

Pairing by Mew, who will probably kill me for writing this type of VicNev ~ ! I swear that nice, cheery one will come soon, love ^_^

Trust me, I'm a liar

And all the words I brought,

They aren't worth anything

Tripped And Fell In Portland

(Breathe Carolina)

I love you. You're beautiful. I love you. You're beautiful.

His words echo and echo. They bounce off the walls and they pound into her. Those sweet nothings burn into her, making their mark. And she cries. Because just this once, she thought she finally thought she'd got it right. She thought that for the first time in her life, that she was in complete bliss, and that she was finally getting her fairytale ending.

But no. Something always has to go wrong, doesn't it? She'd flashed her pretty smiles, put on just that little bit more mascara, and she'd clutched on his arm and prayed that she'd never have to let go, but life just doesn't work like that, does it?

I love you. You're beautiful. We're getting a divorce, Vic, I promise.

Looking back, she shouldn't have been so stupid. Of course he wasn't going to get a divorce, and well, she never should've gotten so close to him. She should have known that those kisses felt more wrong than right. Everything they'd done had been so forbidden – yet she'd broken every single rule in the book just to be with him. But he'd been so reassuring… he'd made it all so believable.

Oh, she knows that it was wrong to have such thoughts about a professor – Neville, a family friend – of all people! But some things even Victoire can't help, her feelings being one of them. And she just couldn't help but look at all the comparisons, and fall for that sick twisted game some call love.

She's better than his wife. She's beautiful, young and full of life. Hannah's just… old, frumpy and a deader than a doorknob.

I love you. You're beautiful. I swear I'll never leave you.

The secrecy made the whole romance so much more delicious. She loved it. She always has loved adventure – and this? It could have been labelled as illegal. She loved it. She hates it now, but she had loved it oh so much.

I love you. You're beautiful. I love you. You're beautiful.

And she cries, because those words mean nothing to her.

Not any more.

It always had felt more wrong than right.