Stranger, a harry potter fanfic

The sounds of the vases in the hall shattering against the wall startles Hermione awake. His staggered shadow falls against the wall before he reaches the doorway. He leans against the door frame, using them as supports to keep his toned body up. The smell of alcohol and drugs reaches her nose. The smile he gives is the one only she saw, a lopsided grin that is half grimace. She lets herself fall back on the bed. This has happened so many times before, the only thing she can do is sleep.

Nobody believes me when I tell them that you're out of your mind.
Nobody believes me when I tell them that there's so much you hide.

The party was like all the ones before, a bunch of his quidditch friends talking about the latest match. She makes small talk, all the while keeping an eye on the girl he is flirting with. He notices her watching and walks over to her and wraps her into a tight hug. He runs his hands up and down her back and tugs lightly at her ear. She knows he only does this when people are watching, so she lets herself enjoy it for the time being. This was the Harry she knew, the one that will come out later is the stranger.

You treat me like a queen when we go out,
wanna show everyone what our love's about.
All wrapped up in me whenever there is a crowd,
But when no ones around;

At home, she's in bed; he staggers in again and gives her that icy stare that had becomes the norm. The shiver that runs down her spine is ignored as he sheds his clothes and gets in bed. The overpowering stench that fills Hermione's nose is the mixture of booze and could it be……. women's perfume. Silent tears roll down her cheeks as he turns to the side and falls into a drunken slumber.

There's no kindness in your eyes,
he way you look at me, it's just not right.
I can tell what's going on this time,
There's a stranger in my life.
You're not the person that I once knew.
Are you scared to let them know it's you?
If they could only see you like I do,
Then they would see a stranger too..

Everyone at the party turns hostile eyes upon Hermione as she makes her way through the crowd towards the entangled Harry. The latest muse was sitting in his lap, giggling away. She confronts him and he answers he was only introducing everyone to the girl. Again, he is the victim and she is pictured as the evil, possessive wife.

Did I ever do anything that was this cruel to you?
Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room?
You made yourself look perfect in everyway,
So when this goes down, I'm the one that will be blamed.
Your plan is working so you can just walk away,
Baby your secret's safe.

She longs for the days of long ago when he had been only hers and everyone had been her friend. Now it is all booze, parties and younger girls. She keeps herself going by thinking of the old Harry. But that was so long ago, it is hard to remember. She tries to stop the tears from spilling, but is unsuccessful. There are too many.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione steps out of the mansion and into the icy dawn with her two suitcases, not looking back. Even the broken shards of glass in the hall seem to reflect the early morning sun in sadness. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Harry looks over to the other side of the bed and realizes she's gone. He runs out the front door, still in his pajamas, but all he sees is the retreating back of a Ministry's car as well as the memories of his old self. A stranger he has become, even to himself.