Say you're sorry, that face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
"Hermione, I'm sorry!"
"It's not enough."
His face shone with true apologies, but they would soon be hidden deep beneath the lies as soon as another group of his friends would turn the corner, and her name would soon be forgotten to the term 'mudblood'. She knew the pattern well enough.
As I paced back and forth all this time
Cause I honestly believed in you
"'Mione. He's not worth it. At all."
"I know Gin, I know." She responded, as she paced restlessly along the length of the Gryffindor Common Room, early hours of the morning creeping through the windows, her friends' worried faces flickering in the daunting light of the dying fire.
"Want me to hex him?"
"No, Harry, I don't." She smiled weakly at Harry, who was trying his hardest to make her smile.
"I'm gonna hex him anyway" muttered Ron darkly.
Holding on, the days drag on
Stupid girl, I should have known
I should have known
"Hermione, let's go to dinner."
"I'm not hungry."
"You haven't hung out with us in days."
"It feels like weeks without him."
"He's a Git. He's stupid."
"I was stupid."
I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
Lead her up the stairwellShe walked the path along the Black Lake, the snow falling silently around her. She thought of the beloved fairytales she had read when she was younger, the hopes that someday she would find her prince. The dreams that they were real. 'Fairytales are certainly not real.' She thought now, in a vain attempt to help her heart heal the wound he had caused.
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town
The whispers and glances followed her. For everyone knew that the two were now done. She earned sympathetic glances from those who knew how cold-hearted he could be, and sneers from the ones who thought higher of him, all thinking she had done something wrong.
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
She realized that she couldn't dream without him. Not only were her nights black and empty, she couldn't imagine anything anymore. Everything was black and white, no grey. It either reminded her of him, or it didn't.
Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around
"Hermione!"
"What do you want?"
"I'm Sorry!"
"Too Late."
Baby I was naive, got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance
"Look at me."
She glanced up at his eyes, grey, pleading, hypnotizing. She was lost in them, caught in a trap, and she couldn't get away."
I had so many dreams about you and me
Happy endings, now I know
"We could still have our happy ending… I promise… I'm Sorry."
"I know you are. But no, we couldn't. It's too late."
And there you are on your knees
Begging for forgiveness, begging for me
"Please… One more chance…"
Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry
It was just then she realized she didn't want him to apologize. She didn't want him to get down on his knees to beg for her. She wanted him to accept her. To love her openly. Not to be afraid to be with her.
Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale
I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well
This is a big world, that was a small town
There in my rearview mirror disappearing now
And its too late for you and your white horse
Now its too late for you and your white horse… to catch me now
"Goodbye, Draco."