Disclaimer: Lying from you by Linkin Park is not mine, as is Harry Potter. Because I obviously won't be a fanfic writer if I owned it. I would have made it a reality.

Lying From You

When I pretend
everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you had always
wanted to see

            Hermione sat on the bean bag beside the fireplace of the Gryffindor common room. Anyone passing by or walking to their own dorms would think that she was just earnestly reading the book on her lap. No one would see the dry tracks of the tears on her cheeks… no one would notice her swollen eyes, or her the fake smile that she painted on herself. No one…. After all, they don't care anyway.

When I pretend
I can forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just 'cause
I know I can/But
I can't pretend this is the way
It will stay/I'm just
Trying to bend the truth
I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be

            She had just gotten back from a prefect meeting when it happened. She could still remember it, the hurtful words, and the curses… the hate. It all took her to hell and back. And vaguely, she remembered the way he just stood there. Never seeming to care for her… for anyone… but himself.


So I'm
lying my way from you

            She remembered smiling brightly at Harry and Ron when they unexpectedly came to save her from the taunting remarks of the Slytherins… while he just watched… detached… frozen.


[No/No turning back now]
I wanna be pushed aside
So let me go
[No/No turning back now]
Let me take back my life
I'd rather be all alone
[No turning back now]
Anywhere on my own
'Cause I can see
[No/No turning back now]
The very worst part of you
Is me

            "Let me go." She recalled whispering the words to him as he clung to her desperately three nights ago. How cruel, it was for him to chain her to his side by his love-filled words… those deceitful words that now pierce her very soul.


I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk
Of who I ought to be
Remember listening to all of that
And this again
So I pretended up a person who was fitting in
And now you think this person
Really is me and I'm
[Trying to bend the truth]
But the more I push
The more I'm pulling away

            She was a muggle-born, a mud blood, and he was a pureblood. He was a Slytherin, while she… a Gryffindor. She was Harry and Ron's best friend, while he was their archenemy. She was the very model of goodness… of light, while he was of darkness and evil intents. They were like Yin and Yang, two opposites…

'Cause I'm
Lying my way from you
This isn't what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said
Would have you running from you
Like this

            She loved him and he loved her… or so he says. But she couldn't take it anymore, and he couldn't let go of his pride… She was letting go… saying "farewell my love, Draco…"


The very worst part of you
the very worst part of you
is me

            "Goodbye…forever."

The End.

AN again: I feel sad…. Oh, don't forget to review my story. Bye.