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Author's Notice: Oh my gosh I finally did a Draco/Hermione. It just flowed, it really did. I hope it's real enough. Short. ("You can make me whole again"-Atomic Kitten)
Disclaimer: None of it's mine.
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It would've been so funny, but it wasn't.
It would've been so beautiful, but it wasn't.
It was just a young girl...a young girl with a heart of gold. A young girl with so much love to give, so much love kept hidden for so long.
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The walls come down, it's so easy, how is it so easy for you to break them?
The walls come down, so fast, I didn't even know it, why was it so easy?
The walls came down and I was crying on your shoulder and you were talking to me so quietly...
The walls come down, it's so easy, how is it so easy for you to break them?
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It was heartbreaking just looking at him. Which should've been funny too, because he really was very aggressive, he started problems. But it was heartbreaking just looking at him.
She knows what it feels like to be lonely, what it looks like to be lonely, and how when you're lonely you always keep that dead part inside of you. And part of you, even when you stop being lonely, well, sort of stop, is still dead.
She knows it when she sees it and she sees it right now.
He fights with her very best friends, and she slapped him once many moons ago, she doesn't really regret slapping him much.
But he's hurting, and things are so obvious. And why doesn't anyone else see that?
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She is so thankful for her friends.
The redhead...so silly, so amusing. The way he eagerly looks for the card within the chocolate frog package, hoping to Merlin it's Agrippa. The way he reads the newspaper and his brow furrows, and the way she still can always picture dirt on his nose.
The one with the scar, so serious, so sane. He's so brilliant, so missing, so complex. He's the hero, and the star. He didn't ask to be a star, she knows, he's just a star because he is. That's the only real kind of star, she thinks. He taught her how to be a star too.
But she always wanted love.
They taught her what love was, real love, unconditional.
But there were so many people left to love.
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Sometimes, he glances at her, and she wonders if he hates her just because he hates her friends. Or maybe he doesn't hate her at all; maybe he's just scared. Or angry at the world, she's been angry at the world before too.
Sometimes, she wants to tell everyone, I'm not so smart. I'm not so strong.
But you can't go around saying things like that because no one believes you anyway.
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She's all grown up now.
And sometimes, she thinks of him.
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The walls come down so quickly, so quickly; it's almost like magic.
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