A/N: Ya...don't ask. I suppose I just have a thing for writing Hr/D breakup scenes. Heh... Yeah. It might be the good girl/bad boy thing, but it's so much fun! And yes, I do realize I'm going to be killed for uploading this before updating Game Night, but...okay, I got no excuse. Soon one of the sharp pointy objects will hit me and I'll have to write faster, if that's any solace... On another note, yes, I realize the breaks don't show up. Don't blame me...mlame the stupid
Disclaimer: I know this will come as a shock to you all, but I don't own Harry Potter, or the song (My Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne)... Not that I don't wish I did.
So much for my happy ending
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
Hermione walked into the library and sat down in the back, as far as she could get from her usual table. It held too many memories. Harry, Ron...Draco. As soon as the thought came into her head, she smacked her head down onto the table, for once not worrying what Madam Pince would say. For all she cared, the aging librarian could go suck a lemon.
She heard steps behind her and lifted her head a few inches, then, as she thought, set it back down again. There were only two people who it could be, and she wasn't in the mood to talk to either.
"You wouldn't want to be doing that, now would you? Wouldn't want to destroy those brain cells you've worked so hard on." A silky voice spoke.
She froze. 'Make that three...How did he find me anyway?' she thought, and turned slowly in her chair. "What do you want, Dra- Malfoy?" She said, trying to function properly and failing horribly.
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Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something you said?
"Want?" He asked, acting appalled. "What makes you think I want something?"
She turned entirely, swinging her leg over the chair so she was sitting on it backwards, resting her arms on the top ('I even sit like him now!' she thought), and glared. "Because, unless this is some complex dillusion, we broke up yesterday. We have been perfectly successful at ignoring each other. Up until now. You have to have a reason for singling me out. What is it I have that your precious Slytherins don't?"
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Don't leave me hangin'
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread
He was a good actor, and he knew it. But all his skills in the world would be worthless if she didn't look away soon. Her gaze always made it seem as though she was cutting him open, examining him. And he needed an excuse. He needed an excuse or he would fall.
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You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
"Well, lets see...bushy hair, buck teeth -Oh, but no, you had to get those shrunk- Let's see, you're a know-it-all, loudmouth, and, oh yeah, a mudblood." He looked at her again. "Would you like me to continue?" She took a deep breath and calmed herself. It wouldn't help her case to hex him, even if he did deserve it.
"Malfoy, what do you want?" He was really trying her patience. All she had wanted was to get away from him, but no. He had to show up.
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You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
So much for my happy ending
"I want you," he thought, and almost winced. It wasn't like he could actually say that, but it would be so nice. Yeah right. Not with what she was doing. She was mentally cursing him. He could feel it, and it stung, like salt on an old wound. "Nothing, really."
He sat down, fully aware she had now advanced to taking out her anger on a mental voodoo doll. He could see it in her eyes. "Just wondering if you'd finished that Potions essay yet." It was a stupid excuse and they both knew it, but she hadn't figured out the real one so he was safe for now.
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You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do
Her eyes spit fire and it was hard to form words that weren't "Avada Kedavra". She'd made a vow never to kill another human being unless there was absolutely no other choice, but she knew that now she was capable of murder, and would gladly spend time in Azkaban to wipe that smirk of his slimy face. Slowly, she gained a bit of control and bit out the words. "It's none of your business what I do, Malfoy, and if you need companionship so badly, why don't you bother one of your oh-so-helpful lackies? I'm sure you can find something to talk about that doesn't cause their mind too much strain."
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You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
He had the gall to look confused. Confused! "What's with you, Granger? What did I do to get this sort of treatment?"
Her eyes widened and she growled deep in her throat. Forget Avada Kedavra. Forget quick and painless death. He was going do die slowly, horribly. She would drag it out as long a possible, torturing him mentally as well as physically. "What!" she roared. "What!"
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You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
So much for my happy ending
He continued acting like he knew nothing. "Really, you're acting like I killed your closest friend or something," he said, rolling his eyes.
"You did," she thought. "I just never realized before." She was calm again. "Stop lying to yourself, Draco." she didn't even bother calling him by his surname. She suddenly had a thought and added, "Though, in the end, Isuppose I have to thank you."
It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done
Draco looked startled. "What?"
Hermione had to fight to keep a smirk off her face. She'd show the slimy ferret. "I have to thank you. You taught me more than Hogwarts ever could. You taught me the art of losing gracefully, you taught me about real friends, and most of all, you taught me how to not care." She looked him straight in the eye and punched him.
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You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
So much for my happy ending
It was as if a bomb had exploded. Instantaniously, the previously engaged students' heads whipped around and they sprung from their chairs. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy arguing was nothing new. Hermione Granger punching Draco Malfoy, however, was.
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
So much for my happy ending
Hermione gathered her books slowly and purposefully, ignoring the questions and the crowd. She made eye contact with no one, especially Draco, as she strode out of the library. The news would be all over school soon and the rumors would have started by dinner. "Too bad," she thought, "There's nothing I can do about it now."
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So much for my happy ending
So much for my happy ending
A/N: It doesn't really have anything to do with the song, so just assume that's what Hermione's thinking.