Written for The Crazy 8s Challenge and Fanfiction Marathon Competiton/Challenge. Title taken from the Fall Out Boy song, which was the prompt.

Lucius sat down on the chair, feeling self-conscious about the fact that he was there, that anyone could see him despite the fact that he had a Glamor on and he did this every week. Anyone who did would have many questions as to why he was there, why he was visiting her of all people.

Lucius would not be able to answer them.

Perhaps it was because Alice Fawley was the only person who had made Lucius feel alive. Not a Malfoy, not a Slytherin, not anything other than Lucius. He loved the way she said his name. She didn't say like most did, all in one smooth word, gliding together. She almost seemed to spit it out, like the fire she was. Everything around her crackled, and words were simply the beginning. He never could understand what was it about Frank Longbottom of all men that made Alice choose him, though he was sure there was more than it seemed.

Alice would never be with a man that couldn't burn the world with her.

To see, Alice, amazing, kind, beautiful, incredible, clever, brave, fiery, (but not sweet, never sweet, Alice was all spice and no sugar), reduced to this made Lucius break.

This was not her. This could never be her. Alice Fawley had died long ago and the body just forgot to join her.

Lucius used to think, when they had Prefect duty together, when they were Head Boy and Girl, when they captained the Quidditch teams that always did their best to beat the other, they could be together in a way that was secret, hidden, fast kisses and more (so much more) in silent corridors and empty rooms. They could almost rule the world, conquer it with her fire and his cunning.

Of course, nothing ever turned out quite the way Lucius thought.

He had only done one thing to prove to her that he could be worthy of her, and by that point it was too late. The Lestrange's and Crouch had never known what led to their capture, and Lucius wanted it to stay that way.

Alice's eyes watched him blankly as Lucius rambled on about the odd things he had done that week, not noticing nor caring about the thoughts running through his head.

At the end of his time, all that he could spare, he gave her some chewing gum, like he did every week. It had been nearly impossible to see her without it for all their time at Hogwart's. He wondered what the nurses had to say about it, about where they wondered she got it. They always cleaned up soon after she had it whatever they did.

He never saw a single wrapper around.