This is a song for the unloved
This is the music for one last cry (one last cry)
It's a song for the unloved (unloved)
Oh tomorrow the sun will shine
And dry the tears in your eyes
Suddenly love comes alive
Suddenly love comes alive
For one last cry Just one last cry
Ohh- Rush over me-BSB
Chapter 10 - Part one
The knock jars him awake, and habit has him at the door and saying I'm up before his brain can object. He stumbles back into the room, hand running through mangy hair to decide how badly he needs a shower. And yeah, pretty badly.
He still hadn't found Ginny..
He notices the clock with its minimal red glow; does some quick mental math and wonders why Lavender let him sleep for four hours straight. In a bed by himself. With heat that actually works. He grunts out a sarcastic laugh and thinks shit man, miracles really do happen. But then he reaches the shower and sees that the most he gets is a hand-held nozzle and a cool drizzle of water.
He sighs and sprays himself straight in the face.
He knows it sucks because he still hasn't found his baby sister
It's been a few months
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ron steps out of the his apartment sometime in mid-afternoon. . It always seems to be something with Ginny, though Ron hates to think it. He loves her, he truly does, and he knows Ginny feels bad about messing up again. But it's still always something, and if he can deal, Ginny sure as hell can too.
Ron's frustration never really seems to disappear, either. It just kind of layers itself like thick coats of paint until it chips away and makes him ugly sometimes. He knows enough to realize that sometimes is probably today, and frankly, he'd rather avoid the narrow-eyed looks his mum sends him when she gets a little bitchy. Those looks pierce right to the chest.
So instead he steps out and he steps away, wanders a quarter-mile down the road to absorb whatever it is his brain can handle today. He takes a deep breath, and he thinks the sky is a little to gray. Gray and damp and old, and he woke up this morning feeling like he's in some grandmother's musty sitting room that hasn't been used in ages. And not his own grandmother's either, because that'd be a little too much like home.
Eight months he's been planning and plotting. Kissing ass. But it's the only way to make it, he's learned. The only way to separate Hermione from the Malfoy's is with good plans and passable lies. He begins to doubt himself
It's the numbers that have surprised him. He never thought there'd somone who'd fight for Hermione Granger like he has. They look at him and can move like him and have companies that make millions of Gallons unlike him. There are days when he forgets what exactly makes her so special.
And today he thinks, what if Hermione really is not all that special, maybe I can just take off. live with being replaced. Because when this harsh part whips straight through to his aching heart. Three weeks ago eight pound seven ounces worth of Malfoy had been born.Every paper had a huge artical on the beautiful child with his tiny silver eyes and his dirty blond curly hair.
Xavier Draco Malfoy the newest man in Hermione's life one of two she'd die for
Back in his head,Ron feels lost and out of his mind like he need to get over all of this. But in his warped reality he doesn't know how, He realized three weeks ago that he really wasn't in love with Hermione Malfoy ,but he'd always love Hermione Granger.
No. None of those feel right either. He looks back at the mess he's made fleetingly ,thinks briefly of one place, one pair of arms that might feel right but he thinks better of it.
The only ones that have felt right all along,Lavender he tells himself and tries not to beat himself up over it.
Everybody knows that I was such a fool to ever let go of you
Baby I was wrong
Yeah I know I said we'd be better off alone
It was time that we moved on
I know I broke your heart,
I didn't mean to break your heart
But baby here I am
Banging on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor
My hands and knees are bruised and I'm crawling back to you
Begging for a second chance Are you gonna let me in?
I was running from the truth and now I'm crawling back to you
I know you're in there and you can make me
wait But I'm not gonna wait
It's the least that I can do, just to tell you face to face
I was lying to myself, now I'm dying in this hell
Girl I know you're mad,
I can't blame you for being mad
But baby here I am
He looks in the other direction, down a hill he's just crossed, and he walks. Walks and waits for his name to come barreling across the landscape to call him back. It doesn't seem to come.
He thinks of the many people he could turn to ...He can only figure that if none of the people he knows feel quite right, then the feeling must be waiting in some place with someone his over looked
Ronald Weasley wants help...And only know of one person to give it to him...
Lavender Brown
He lifted his hand to knock...
Banging on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor
My hands and knees are bruised and now I'm crawling back to you
Begging for a second chance Are you gonna let me in?
I was running from the truth and now I'm crawling back to you
If you could see these tears I'm crying
Touch these hands that can't stop shaking
Hear my heart that's barely beating
You will see a different man
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It doesn't take long for the fatherhood to set in, when impulse dies away and reality slaps him across the face. He's sitting in a rocking chair at three am , staring up at the hundreds of star on his son walls .Silently watching his wife feed their son..
"Baby you should just sleep I'll feed him"she'd say everytime but Draco still followed
They all seem to know where they're going; he has everything he could ever want.
He sits for a couple of hours and soaks in the constant activity around him, so much bigger than him. Not one person seems to love this much, and if they do, they do not understand his side of it all. In the wayward minutes, he can almost feel himself burst
He sits until he feels so content that he might just seep right between the planks of the chair and run along the crack in the floor.
He grabs his wife's hand then touches their son.
Draco Malfoy can finally say he is truely happy but in the back of his mind he still worried what Ron Weasley had planned next