I own nothing except the plot; I do this for fun not money. I do not own this song or the characters and mean no disrespect to the rightful owner, I write this purely out of joy. Hence the term FANFICTION. Song is in bold.
Based on the song Should've Listened by Nickelback, go listen to it.
Pain hammered my head as I slowly opened my alarm clock next to me was blaring a muggle song by an artist he tended to listen to a lot. 'Little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other.' Groaning I shut it off and sat up with my head in my hands. I guess I drank a little too much last night. I blindly reached into my bedside table and rummaged around for a hangover potion. After finding it and drinking the foul thing quickly I smiled, the pain was gone. Finally I looked up and frowned, what are all these clothes doing on the floor?
Standing up I notice there's a bra hanging on the door and a teddie at the end of the bed. Flinching I walked into the bathroom, I guess I brought her home last night. Sighing I looked at the stuff strewn all over the floor. Looking up I saw lipstick writing on the mirror, 'I'm gone'.
Stumbling I ran out into the hall and cried out. All of our pictures were gone, some smashed others just missing. As I pass the dining room I notice the holes in the walls. I noticed clothes and books strewn across the yard as I walked by the window, my wallet as well.
I didn't listen when you told me to straighten up; Lucius never listened to Mother so I didn't listen to you. I should have stopped picking up the girls, but I didn't. For a while you ignored them until I brought one home, then you lost it and told me to stop screwing around. I didn't listen.
You'd love the look on my face, the devastation. The living room is trashed, couch shredded, pictures smashed, and dishes in pieces. My father's portrait sits in a pile of ash next to the smashed photo of our wedding day. Both sets of keys are missing too…
I sit on the linoleum in the kitchen and survey the mess. I didn't know how much it would hurt when you finally left me. I didn't realize that you had such a tight hold on me. I should've listened to you when you told me to stop sleeping around, but I didn't. I didn't hear you scream, I didn't hear you cry, I didn't listen to your pleas.
The candles you always had around are gone; even your smell is gone. I don't have to look to know that our rings sit on the note you set on the table. I do read it though, to torture myself I suppose.
'I got used to you sleeping around even though it hurt like hell to know you would rather be with a girl. I even got used to how you would act just like you father, but you crossed the line last night. Of every girl out there you had to pick HER! Why Draco, why did you pick her? She's my best friend and you picked her. Did you do it just to hurt me? It doesn't matter now, I've had enough. Next time you bring a chick home make sure she knows how you cheat and lie. And next time you get married be sure not to bring Ginny home.
I'm filing for divorce.
Harry P.'
The song from the alarm clock ran through my head a few more times as I sank down onto the couch and looked at the mess in front of me. In one ear and out the other, guess I should have listened to him when he gave me the chance...
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