How the hell'd we wind up like this?
He stood before her, his face a mask of misery. Hands clenched into tight fists hung at his sides; she could hear his knuckles pop as he clenched them even tighter.
Why weren't we able
Her face was wet with tears, her emotions mirroring the expression on his face. She hated this feeling, didn't want things to come to this.
To see the signs that we missed?
"I'm sorry," she heard him whisper. "I'm sorry for ever believing you could love me."
And try to turn the tables
"I do love you."
I wish you'd unclench your fists
"But only like you love Harry, right? And like you love Ginny, and Neville, and my mum."
And unpack your suitcase
The lump in her throat grew bigger, choking her. This couldn't be happening, not him, not her best friend.
Lately there's been too much of this
"Please, please don't be mad. We can work through this."
But don't think it's too late
"No, I really don't think we can."
Nothing's wrong
His jaw clenched; she saw his eyes grow wet and then he turned away, hiding his face.
Just as long as you know that someday I will
"Don't say that! There's always a way to work through it."
Some day, some how
He let out a bitter laugh, turned to face her again.
I'm gonna make it all right
"You don't get it, do you? You know you don't want me, you know you'd rather be with him. There's nothing left here to fix."
But not right now.
"Don't leave it like this, please. You're my best friend…"
I know you're wondering when
Another laugh cut through the air, cut through her heart.
Well I'd hoped that since we're here anyway
"You're impossible! Why can't you just understand that I'm not mad?"
We could end up saying
Not mad? Not mad? She was the one that felt like laughing now. If this wasn't anger, then what was it?
Things we've always needed to say
"I'm disappointed."
So we could end up staying
She stared at him, disbelief clouding her mind.
Now the story's played out like this
"I'm disappointed you felt like you had to hide what was going on in your head. I'm disappointed you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth."
Just like a paperback novel
"I'm disappointed that you pretended you felt anything for me in the first place."
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
"I never pretended," she whispered. "Never. I do love you. I always have, always will."
Instead of a Hollywood horror
"You just love him more, right?"
Nothing's wrong
More tears spilled from her eyes, dripped, hot and wet, down her cheeks.
Just as long as you know that some day I will
She couldn't argue; he was right.
Some day, somehow
He smiled sadly, wistfully.
I'm gonna make it all right
He stepped closer, the fists disappearing.
But not right now
His hand came up, stroked her cheek gently.
I know you're wondering when
She closed her eyes, savored the feel of his rough fingers against her skin.
You're the only one who knows that
She could have imagined the tender kiss he pressed to her forehead.
Some day, somehow
"I love you, Hermione. He better do right by you or I'll hex him into oblivion."
I'm gonna make it all right, but not right now
She smiled through her tears as his hand fell away, and then he was gone.
I know you're wondering when