That's What You Get
A Harry Potter Songfic
Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters.
No sir,
Well I don't want to be the blame,
Not anymore.
It's your turn,
So take a seat we're settling,
The final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
Why was he acting as if it were all her fault? It was as if she were the one to blame, when, in her defence, he had started it. His stinging comments had led her to confront him, hoping that a peace treaty could be formed once and for all.
That had been a fight she wasn't going to forget anytime soon.
She had been the diplomatic one. She simply wanted to be civil, instead of trading insults everytime they crossed paths. But he didn't want that, and jeered at her for even thinking for a second that someone as important as him would be civil to a Mudblood.
How could I ever have thought? she asked herself sarcastically.
I can't decide,
You have made it harder just,
To go on.
And why,
All the possibilities,
Where I was wrong.
Honestly, why couldn't he just get over his pride and admit that she was equal to him? For she knew that, at least, she was. But everytime they ran into each other, he insulted not only her intelligence, but her self-respect. It was a wonder she had any left. Every comment of his drove her further down until her self-esteem was but a memory.
It didn't take a genius to figure out why she never tried to make herself more attractive. She was afraid that he would have something to say about her not liking herself enough. And, thanks to him, she didn't like the way she looked. Yet, she was too timid to do anything about it, unlike normal girls her age.
Maybe she'd been wrong in thinking an agreement could be reached between them.
That's what you get when you let your heart win,
Whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win,
Whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with,
The sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win,
Whoa.
And why, do you ask, did Hermione Granger want to be civil to Draco Malfoy?
Because even though all he ever did was insult her and chip away at her dignity, she still liked him.
Even if there was no hope for that feeling to be returned.
I wonder,
How am I supposed to feel,
When you're not here?
'Cause I burned,
Every bridge I ever built,
When you were here.
Why had he been so stupid?! There she was, presenting him with the chance he had wanted for seven years, and he had yelled at her for it.
Yeah, he was a real piece of work.
Live up to the family name, son. Do what's expected of you, Draco.
He felt about ready to tell his father to go to hell.
Or better yet, back to Azkaban where he could rot away while rethinking his life.
But for seven years he had hurt her, insulted her and humiliated her because that's what he was expected to do. He hated himself for it, but he still did it.
Maybe he was just a coward at heart.
I still try,
Holding onto silly things,
I never learn.
Oh why,
All the possibilities,
I'm sure you've heard.
He glanced down at the scarf he had picked up after she had run off, to cry in some corner no doubt. It was a Gryffindor scarf, obviously. It belonged to her, after all.
But he didn't have any intention of giving it back.
Who knew, after today it might be the only thing he'll have to remind him of the girl he chased away because he followed his duty, not his heart.
For she surely hated him now, if she didn't before.
That's what you get when you let your heart win,
Whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win,
Whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with,
The sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win,
Whoa.
Draco Malfoy secretly liked Hermione Granger.
If only he was man enough to admit it.
Pain,
Make your way,
To me, to me.
And I'll,
Always be just so,
Inviting.
No good could come of Draco Malfoy. That she was sure of now.
If I,
Ever start to think,
Straight.
This heart,
Will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start hey!
Maybe it was time to lay Hermione Granger aside and focus on different goals.
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Even the thought of leaving him behind tore her to pieces.
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
He gripped the scarf tightly. It might kill him, but he'd try.
That's what you get when you let your heart win,
Whoa.
And both of them unconsciously cut the last few threads that bound them together and cast them away.
That's what you get when you let your heart win,
Whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win,
Whoa.
Now I can't trust myself with,
Anything but this.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win,
Whoa.