Title: The getaway
Disclaimer: Song and characters are not mine. The song is Brand New's Seventy times 7.
Summery: One shot, sad song fic. Draco and Ginny. Death and betrayal. I was in a shit mood...so I wrote this.
Draco sat in the dark, at the empty kitchen table. Downing glass after glass of coffee. His insides were so tight, that feeling alone almost brought tears to his eyes.
Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know, like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heat. For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
Remembering back to the morning, it was as though you talked of everything important but it was like nothing. Closing his eyes tight he tried to reasure himself that nothing had and nothing will happen.
I kept quiet left you deep in conversation. I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen. I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would, but now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
Tightening his grip on the mug he threw it across the room. Standing up as though confronting the problem again, clenching his jaw and tightening his fist, he paced the room, wishing Ginny Weasley would die.
As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Taking deep breaths and shaking his head he wrote an owl and explained. He knew he shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed."
How can Ginny just be with him, after everything has happend? She called up in the middle of the night and told me everything and that she was sorry. I told her I wished she wad dead. I guess the boy who lived won again.
So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die. Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself
He stood still over the sink, head bowed, asking whatever that was out there for help to get him through and to give him strength, he felt hot and cold at the same time...mumbling to himself he said "this is what death feels like".
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has got to hell.
She was the one who said she'd see it through to the end but how can this be the end? We were best friends and now everyone knows and everyone knew...they were laughing...She was the one who always said to stay strong and to never give up. But she can eat her words cause they mean nothing when those who preech them don't follow them.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do. And I can't let you, let me down again. So, is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish... and I've seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids.
I hope your dead in the morning so I don't have to deal with you, you were my best friend, you once called me your soul mate. I'll hold on but I can't let you let me down again. I hope you drink yourself into your grave tonight cause you've done it to me.
Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield. And is that what you call tact? You're about as subtle as a brick in the small of my back. So let's end this call, and end this conversation... I can't let you let me down again.
Please don't let me down again.