Disclaimer: I own nothing, because nobody owns anything except emotions in this over materialistic world we live in. *sighs*
Thanks to my reviewers so far: disturbed*black*cat*raven, insane, Draco's Gurl and Sex Angel.
This is gonna be a partial song-fic, just because I think this song applies to what's gonna happen. The song is "Angry" by Matchbox Twenty
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Harry and Ron hid behind a statue as they watched the two swines exit from the Great Hall, half an hour after everyone else, when Dumbledore had finally chased them out of the hall. They still had food in their hands. Harry and Ron put a full body bind on them, and the food went flying when they hit the ground.
Ron and Harry rushed over and snipped a large tuft of hair each from Crabbe and Goyle. They went back to the bathrooms in Gryffindor Tower where they were brewing the potion. Ron put Crabbe's hair into his potion, and Harry put Goyle's into his. They held their noses while gulping it down, trying really hard not to taste the foul concoction.
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Hermione and Draco had resumed kissing on the bed, when suddenly, Draco burst out into a fit of anger. He got up and proceeded to put his clothes back on.
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So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache
"Heavy on the memory, you need most
still want love, ugly, smooth and delicate
not without affection, not alone
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"What the fuck is up, Draco?" Hermione cried.
"I can't do this…Lucius…..Voldemort……Deatheaters…….."
"What?"
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And instead of wishing that it would get better
man you're seeing that you just get angrier
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"I'm well…betrothed, I guess you could say to… the Deatheaters."
"What? How?"
"If I don't marry another pureblood within the next year, they're going to kill me…."
"So?"
"But see, if I marry you…"
"I wasn't aware that was an option…"
"If I marry you- they're gonna make you become a deatheater…"
"Oh…"
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Cry when you cry, run when you run
love when you love
represent the ashes
that you leave behind
And instead of wishing that the road had shoulder
man you're seeing that you're sinking over time
And it's good that I'm not angry
I just need to get over
I'm not angry
it's dragging me under
I'm not angry
I'm not angry it's never been enough
it gets inside and it tears you up
I'm not angry but I've never been above it
you see through me don't you
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"It's Ok…….." Hermione whispered….
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