Disclaimer: I don't own anything, obviously. The characters and stuff is J.K. Rowling's, the song is Iris, by the Goo Goo Dolls.
He sat with his knees to his chest, staring blankly into the distance, his breath coming in clouds of ice. His eyes glazed from the effects of the vodka that burned his throat like a frozen flame. The top of the astronomy tower seemed a lot colder than during class. He lay back, thinking of the one person who gave his life even a whisper of meaning, but who he could never touch. She deserved the best, something he was far from. Her chocolate eyes glittered like the jewels in his mother's favorite necklace, and her smile made him wish that he could have been born someone else, just so he would be worthy of holding her hand.
And I'd give up forever to touch you,
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow,
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,
And I don't want to go home right now.
She sat on the window sill in the owlrey, thinking of the only boy she had ever truly wanted, but knew she could never have. Her frozen breath mixed with the smoke, as she slowly relaxed against the stone wall. As the burning drug fell from her hand to the ground so many feet below, she closed her eyes and imagined his face; his eyes were like the full moon hanging alone above the lake, his hair like pale, silken strands of white gold, making her long to run her fingers through it, and feel its softness. She became lost in a fantasy, one where he could smile freely, and they could laugh together without starting a war.
And all I can taste is this moment,
All I can breathe is your life,
And sooner or later it's over,
I just don't want to miss you tonight.
The two teenagers looked into the sky, staring into the brightest star. Neither of them noted that this star was actually Venus, patron goddess of love, but what did it matter? The wish they shared could never come true, because even though Voldemort had been defeated, the war between light and dark would never truly end. Draco Malfoy would always be the sneering son of a deatheater, and Hermione Granger would always be the mudblood friend of The-Boy-Who-Lived. This would never change, and any relationship between them would bring the war roaring back to life.
And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand,
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.
On opposite sides of the castle, two people sat; their perspective highs ebbing in the cold, lonely hours of the night. Trying to stand, the young woman fell to the stone floor, scraping the skin from her hands and knees as she threw up in a mound of straw. Through a dream-like haze, she staggered back to her dorm, empty of people during the holiday break. As the moon sank closer to the western horizon, the young man crawled to the trap door to let himself down. As he reached for the rope ladder, he lost his balance and landed hard on the floor five feet below. He stood, clutching at the wall for support, and realized that the empty bottle had shattered in his fall. Blood trickled from his arm, but there didn't appear to be any glass lodged in. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and tripped down to his dungeon common room in a fog of misery and pain. He didn't want to hear the snores of his only roommate still present.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming,
Or the moment of truth in your lies,
When everything feels like the movies,
And you bleed just to know you're alive.
The next day, Christmas, met a castle of mostly happy occupants. In the Gryffindor common room, a young woman laughed with her friends. But behind her happy mask, she felt completely empty. She smiled anyway, because she knew they would never understand if they knew what was wrong. Hermione Granger couldn't be upset about anything; she was one of the Golden Trio, and they had won the war. Eight floors below, a young man opened presents, joked with his friends, and made fun of the first years that had come back drenched and cold from the snow outside. He had merely stopped feeling, because if he hadn't he would've exploded. Not feeling anything was better than explaining agonizing screams of rage and frustration to his peers. Besides, Draco Malfoy did not cry. Everyone knew that his heart was too cold to.
And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand,
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.