Disclaimer: I do not own characters that are involved in this story; they all came from the lovely J.K Rowling.
Author's Note: This story is based of the Song "I want to save you" by Something Corporate. This isn't really a song fic, but the basis of the story is based upon a song.
If you wish to see the lyrics, you can ask and I'll upload as a chapter, just so you can see where I'm going with the story. This chapter is a bit short, in fact the first few will be, I just need to introduce the characters and their feelings.
Dedicated to: Jessie, who is celebrating her birthday today, Happy Birthday! I love you like my own sister and it helps that you read all my stories!
"Standing on the edge of morning...nothings different"
-Something Corporate
Chapter 1: Something's Never Change
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-Draco-
She rolled on top of him, for the final time that night, breathing heavily as she fell unto the other side of him. Leaning toward him, Draco felt her lips brush against his cheek, and saw though the corner of his eye, her hand moving slowly over his shoulder. Swiftly, he used his hand to prevent any contact.
"You can leave now," his voice cracked, echoing though out the silent room, sending shiver down her sweaty back. He spoke with command and control, without remorse, like a King speaking to a commoner.
He moved to the edge of his bed, waiting for a sound. Moments passed and Draco swore the silence would swallow him whole. Finally, she spoke, concern and disappointment escaped her lips, "Draco?" The sound of her voice resembled that of a kitten's meow. However, she received no kind words from him; He sat up straight, his shoulders broad.
The air was now thick and Draco could no longer breath, he wished she would just leave. Why does she always have to make this so difficult? He thought.
Then, as if reading his mind, he heard her rise of the bed; Gathering articles of clothing off the floor. She scurried thought the door, with no sound, like a thief in the night.
Draco couldn't tell but he was sure he heard her say, 'Something's never change." He believed it to be his self conscience bothering him again. Whatever it was, it was correct; Something's never change, at least on his part.
If asked how many times a scenario like this one, had played out before, he would be ashamed to say.
He laid back, onto his King-sized bed, clasping his hands behind his neck. He looked around, his eyes darting from one thing to the next. He was Head Boy in his seventh year at Hogwarts. Ever since he earned the honor, which came with his own dormitory, he had engaged in many inappropriate activities. He was never alone, not a night passed without company, usually, like tonight it was Pansy Parkinson, his Welcome mat.
Pansy. She was a fellow Slytherin, not the brightest of the bunch, nor was she pretty, yet, she has found her way into my bed every night and I have yet to say no. Though she was, how you say, 'good in bed', I could never find myself with her; He rambled on in his mind.
I need more. Someone I could talk to, someone that has the same intellectual mind as I do.
"Does a person like that even exist?" He questioned himself aloud. He smirked, as his eye lids became heavy, and he slowly fell asleep.
In the next room, there was a missing Head Girl, but she did at least exist.
-Pansy-
Hovering over the sink, the tears rushed out like a dam at its capacity. Gazing at her reflection with meatball sized eyes; Pansy has found herself in the same situation, over and over again. She was crying Myrtle in the girl's laboratory at Merlin knows what time.
Nothing new, why can't I just say no? He held that thought for a second and a huge smile grew across her face. Draco had in fact grown up quite nicely, with a pale complexion that brought out his silver eyes that looked like puddles of gray pools, which stood out, even with his shaggy blonde hair that dangled in its way. His slender body supported his broad shoulder had complemented his distinct personality, of a sinister sex god, that grew crowds of girls for miles. There was talk that his oily skin was because of his melting appeal, but that was just talk. That's why I can't say no. If he wasn't so gorgeous, why does he have to look the way he does? She pondered that thought as she slowly fell into a fetal position where she slept for the night.
-Hermione-
She dozed off again, but this time she got up and left the already deserted library. She slipped under Harry's invisibility cloke that she has borrowed. She walked slowly back to her entire, quiet dormitory and fell asleep before her head even fully touched the pillow.