"Green is correct! Congratulations, you've just won two front row-center tickets AND backstage passes to the Father's Abomination concert next Friday!"
Becka squealed as the radio man pronounced her answer correct. "Oh goodness! Oh my! I DID IT! HERMIONE!!!"
Hermione Granger bounded into the room at full speed. "What?!?"
"I WON THE TICKETS!" Becka was now jumping up and down on her bed, still holding the phone that still had the radio announcer on the other line.
"…What tickets?"
"To Father's Abomination! I LOVE that band!!"
Hermione shrugged. "Never heard of em'."
Becka gasped and dropped the phone. "Hermione Joan Granger!"
"My middle name is Anne."
"Whatever, how could you never hear Father's Abomination??"
"Just…haven't…"
"Oh…you are so going to that concert with me next weekend!"
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Despite the fact the Hermione had never heard this band, or even of them, front row-center seats at any concert are enough to make any girl giddy with anticipation. It didn't help matters that Becka kept going on about how "dreamy" the lead singer was.
She looked around for any sign of the band and gasped when they stepped onto the stage.
Figures he'd be singing lead…Hermione rolled her eyes as the boy made his way to center mic. Center. As in: Right in front of her and Becka, center.
Bloody hell! It's not enough that I'm actually here…if he sees me…I'll never hear the end of it!
16 year old Hermione Granger took her seat as 16 year old Draco Malfoy took the mic.
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
Makes sense but…Hermione thought. Pssh…Father's Abomination my foot! Draco Malfoy couldn't be more like his father!
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me
There it was…the small moment of amazement that brought on a fraction of a second of stupor from seeing Hermione Granger as his concert, front and center no doubt.
He had spotted her.
To be hurt
They aren't so bad…I like the lyrics…
Do you wanna be somebody else?
No you don't know what it's like
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies
But deep inside you're bleeding
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Looking her straight in the eyes (each of them narrowing theirs slightly) Malfoy sang on.
No one ever lies straight to your face
Malfoy's voice grew softer. Not quieter, but less harsh, like he was almost on the verge of tears.
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy
But I'm not gonna be ok
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like
What it's like
To be hurt
And just as suddenly, his edge returned.
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
To be hurt
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
The audience was roaring with cheers before they even finished, and Hermione had to join in, though less enthusiastic than her best friend (out of Hogwarts, that is), who was practically crawling onto the stage crying for Draco to "marry her before she has a bloody heart attack already" at the top of her lungs.
Ice grey eyes met warm brown ones and Malfoy smirked and slightly shook his head. She knew what the gesture meant: You? Here? At my concert? Unbelievable.
Hermione knew Malfoy must be having a field day up there and desperately wished to knock him off of his proverbial high horse before they went back to Hogwarts. How embarrassing…
Can you leave me here alone now
I don't wanna hear you say
That you know me
That I should be always doin what you say
Cause I'm tryin to get through today
And there's one thing I know
I don't wanna think about you
or think about me
Don't wanna figure this out
I don't wanna think about you
or think about nothin
Don't wanna talk this one out
I won't let you bring me down
'cause I know, I don't wanna think about you, don't wanna think about you
When I wake up here tomorrow
About his father, no doubt…Hermione looked at Draco Malfoy with an almost sad expression as realization dawned on her. He doesn't want to be like his father? That's…that doesn't…make sense…
Things will never be the same
Cause I won't wait
Cause you won't change
And you'll always be this way
Now I'm gonna get through today
And there's one thing I know
I don't wanna think about you
or think about me
Don't wanna figure this out
I don't wanna think about you
or think about nothin'
Don't wanna talk this one out
This time I won't let you bring me down
Won't let you shut me out
'This time I know, I don't wanna think about you
Run away, run away, running as fast as I can
Run away, run away, I'll never come back again
Run away, run away
(I don't wanna think about you
or think about me
Don't wanna figure this out
I don't wanna think about you
or think about me
Don't wanna talk this one out)
I don't wanna think about you
Hermione smiled as the song ended. "Ha! He's normal! He hates his father!"
or think about me
Don't wanna figure this out
I don't wanna think about you
or think about nothin'
Don't wanna talk this one out
This time I won't let you bring me down
Won't let you shut me out
'This time I know, I don't wanna think about you,
Run away, run away, I don't wanna think about you
Run away, run away, I don't wanna think about you
Run away, run away, I don't wanna think about you Run away, run away.....
Becka turned to her. "What?"
"Nothing…" Hermione fought to contain her laughter as Malfoy's Father's Abomination went into song after song, each with the basically same message: Pops, I hate you.
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"This is it! This is it! This is it!!!" Becka was jumping up and down while clutching Hermione's arm so tight she feared amputation.
Bloody backstage passes! "Calm down, Becka, it's just a band."
"But it Draco's band and he's so…he's hot, and sexy and"
"Incredibly evil, conceited and slimy from, for lack of a better word, shellacking his hair every morning."
"Actually, Granger, the only thing I've ever shellacked is you, in Potions. I chucked that hairstyle out. Don't notice much do you?" A lazy voice drawled behind them.
Huh, I was wondering why Becka looked like that…Hermione turned, crossing her arms and habitually leaning her weight on her left leg.
"Malfoy. Obviously I was talking about the sealant not your pitiful grades." She nodded her greeting and Becka seemed ready to faint. Malfoy smirked. Bloody Slytherin smirk! UGH!
"Figures you would choose my band to obsess over, Granger."
"I didn't know it was "your" band Malfoy, Becka dragged me here. I had no clue who Father's Abomination was."
Becka pushed forward at the sound of her name. "HELLoooo! Honor to meet you, really it is, my name is Becka Fredricks, and of course you're Draco Malfoy because I just came from your concert, which, by the way, was positively amazing, this is my best friend Hermione Granger, but it seems you two know each other, which can't be because if my best friend knew a famous singer as sexy as yourself she would have most definitely brought it up, wouldn't you've Hermione?"
All that; one sentence; no breaths…amazing huh?
Hermione smiled at her friend, then turned back to Malfoy. "You're not as pitiful of singer as one would assume."
"I believe that's a compliment…but it's too loud out here, shall we migrate to the band's private quarters and converse there?"
Hermione smirked. Hermione. Smirked. …Nope…doesn't work…"So polite…"
"You are the winners of the radio trivia,are you not?"
"Yes! Yes yes!" Becka again piped up. "Green, green is your favorite color! I knew that, see, because I've read your entire life story in a biography online."
"Your entire life?" Hermione found her opportunity. "Even the part about your love for white fuzzy rodents?"
"Ferrets and rodents are two separate things, Granger." Malfoy hissed through gritted teeth.
Hermione smirked…again. "It's called a dictionary, Malfoy. Smart up, would you?"
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Yeah, I know, ferrets aren't rodents, but I couldn't resist messing with Malfoy's mind. So, to continue, or not to continue? That is the question! Review please!