Written For:
- Day 1 of 366 Days of Writing challenge: Open
- The 2016 Monthly Prompt List Challenge (January): [Quote] ""He's your first love. I intend to be your last. However long it takes."
- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Vampire Diaries Quotes: Same as above

Pairing/Characters: Rabastan/Andromeda

Word Count: 496

Your Last Love

I don't know how you get over someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you.

oOo

Tap, tap.

Pebbles were showering against Andromeda's window during the night, and she sighed, burrowing her head further into her duvet. She knew who it was, and she didn't want to see him.

Tap, tap.

"Eurgh," she groaned, pulling the pillow over her head. If he carried on, he would wake Narcissa up in the bedroom next door to hers—and then the whole of Grimmauld Place would know about it.

Tap, tap. "Just open the window," the faint, familiar voice of her smooth-mouthed family friend drifted through Andromeda's protective mound of pillows and covers. "I'm not going anywhere!"

Rolling her eyes furiously, Andromeda threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. She tiptoed over to the window and opened it, and a sudden sharp, wintry draft rushed through the open glass. She shivered and rubbed her arms, hoping that he would be quick with whatever he wanted to say—she was only wearing a thin nightshirt. "What do you want?"

Andromeda looked out onto the lawn at the man who was interrupting her slumber—Rabastan Lestrange. Despite it being close to one in the morning, Rabastan was wearing a full set of tuxedo dress robes, as though he had just come from a lavish event: which, knowing the Lestranges, was probably the case.

"You know what I want," Rabastan replied softly. His pale skin stood out ethereally against the darkness of the night, and his dark eyes glittered. "I want to change your mind."

"I'm leaving tomorrow," Andromeda hissed. "There's nothing you can do to stop me. And if you think that you can scare me by saying you will tell my parents, I don't care —I'll be gone before they wake up."

Rabastan flapped a hand. "If I wanted to tell them that you were planning to run away from home to be with a Mudblood, I would've done it already."

Andromeda's blood flared. "Don't call Ted that!" she snapped, and Rabastan rolled his eyes.

"Just hear me out." Andromeda leaned against the wall and shrugged, waiting for him to go on. "All I've ever wanted, ever since I saw you at that mixer, was to be with you. And not just because you're a Black—I'm not as shallow as my brother. When we spoke at the bar - I saw so much of myself in you. We're meant to be together, Andromeda."

Andromeda folded her arms, but her expression had softened. It was true that she had a small soft spot for Rabastan, but she loved Ted. "I'm going, Rabastan. I'm sorry." She made to shut the window, but he held up his hand.

"Wait," he whispered into the darkness. She looked out at him expectantly. "It's okay. I get it. He's your first love." Rabastan paused, taking a breath, and his face hardened, a knowing smirk on his face. "I intend to be your last. However long that takes."