"The Love Song"

The bullet:
"I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way?

Hermione stared down over the desolate, unkempt Hogwarts grounds. She smiled slightly as she remembered where she had come from, the life she had led up to this very moment. The world was destroyed and it was all her fault, all her god damn fault.

Flashback

"Draco Malfoy you little slimy ferret, what in the nine gates of hell are you doing here?" Hermione screeched, wrapping her towel around her even more tightly. It was there seventh year and much to her dismay, Draco was the Head Boy along with her as Head Girl. She had desperately hoped Harry had been given the role, crazily she had even hoped her boyfriend, Ron had been appointed but no. Draco, the poster child for all that's bad in the world had a room right across from her own. Which meant they shared a bathroom, which meant they shared most of their classes, which meant they could drive each other crazy all day long.

"Just waiting to take my own shower since you've been in there for the past hour. I'll be late for my first class at this fucking rate," Draco looked down on his expensive looking watch.

"Well you can just go along and bite me for all I care," Hermione growled, slamming the bathroom door behind her as she went off to her room. It was a lucky thing she had grabbed her towel before opening the shower curtain or she really had been embarrassed.

Father told us to be faithful
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol

Draco looked around the old ruins of his once great mansion numbly. He never could get over the fact that his home was no longer in existence. His great estate had been destroyed. All the towering spires, dark menacing gargoyles…everything was gone along with his mother. His cold but still decent mother. At least she pretended to love him. But it was dead, all of it and it was because of him. He was the one to blame there was no one else to blame except himself.

Flashback

"Well this is a pretty sight to see," Draco murmured, staring as Hermione walked out of her room.

"It's just the Yule Ball Draco," Hermione replied, holding out her arm to him. He got up from the comfortable couch in their common room to join her at the door.

"I still hate you," Draco commented to her, she smiled slowly.

"And I still despise you," Hermione replied, opening the door and walking out into the stone hallway.

"But that doesn't mean I can't admire beauty when I see it," Draco breathed into her ear as they descended down the staircase.

should I tell her that I feel this way
I've got love songs in my head
that are killing us away"

Draco shook himself out of his daze and walked back out to his awaiting car. The magic was too wild to try and apparate out of it. He took one last look at the broken foundation still sticking out like old bones abandoned in the dirt. He then got in and leaned towards his driver.

"Hogwarts," he instructed then sat back and pulled out the wet bar in his car, selecting a good stiff drink for himself.

Flashback

"You've got to tell me that I mean something more to you," Hermione pleaded. Draco looked up from the fire infront of him to stare at the dark golden haired Head Girl. He slowly got up and turned fully towards her. The couch between them like a barrier.

"Mean what Hermione? You and I are two completely different species, you could never love me and I can never love you. It would kill us," Draco returned.

"Then let me die," Hermione leaned over the couch and dragged him forward. He let her led him, meeting her halfway over the couch, kissing her deeply.


The Father:
"do you love your
guns?" (yeah)

The round crystal ball before Draco lit up and his father's face appeared in the filmy ball. Draco took a deep swig of the bottle he was drinking from and touched the ball finally. It flashed and a clearer vision of his father opened up from the ball. He looked mad, he was always mad.

"Hello Father," Draco said, his father sneered back.

"You insolent little brat, why haven't you come to see me today?" Lucius demanded.

"I had better things to do then go to St. Mungo's father. I'll next Wednesday," Draco returned.

"You better or else," he hissed then the ball sucked the magical energy back in and went dark. Draco rolled his eyes and looked out the window at the grey scenery.

Flashback

"Father! No!" Draco shouted, running into the room behind them. Lucius froze, slowly turning towards his son.

"You're sticking up for this mudblood? You are not my son," Lucius hissed, clearly outraged. Hermione was against the wall, crying and soaked in sweat. Her nails were broken and bleeding, the wood around her displaying her claw marks.

"No, you're not going to do this anymore," Draco hissed, pointing his wand at his father.

"Do you love this thing that much? That you would betray your own father…" Lucius looked over at Hermione.

"She's worth tons more then you," Draco sneered and caste the spell that obliviated most of Lucius' memories except for fragmented parts of his past life.

"god?"
(yeah)

Hermione sighed, leaning back against the window sill, one leg dangling over the far away ground. The other in one of the abandoned classrooms. She reached up and wiped away more of her tears that wouldn't stop. She looked up at the grey sky that was once dotted with students learning to fly or Quidditch players. She was the only one left in the castle. It was slowly surrendering itself to decay and lack of maintenance. But she wasn't the only one left around the grounds. The Forbidden Forest had expanded as soon as the castle's inhabitants had left. There was no more magic to keep it back. It would soon completely overwhelm the castle and kill whatever human learning was left and Hermione was ready for it.

Flashback

"You think you scare me?" Hermione screamed, Draco blinked, taking a step back from the other. Not expecting this reaction from her.

"You're nothing but a spoiled brat who thinks he rules the world. You hate me just because of what I stand for, you don't know me, you haven't taken the time to even look at me as you taunted me over the years," Hermione growled lowly.

"Yeah? Well what do you know of me? You think I'm just this spoiled little rich boy who never experienced want or pain or work. You need to take your own advice and take a good hard look at me," Draco hissed back, regaining his composure quickly.

"You think you're a god." Hermione stated.

"And you think you're Athena, goddess of wisdom," Draco spat back.

"You hate me," Hermione hissed.

"I do hate you. And you hate me," Draco spun and stormed into his room. Hermione stood in the middle of their new common room. They had just arrived in their room for the first time that year. She shakily walked to her room and shut the door behind her before sliding down it to the floor.

"your government?"

Hermione heard the car long before she saw it crawl up the long driveway. She smirked slightly, already knowing who was in the car. After five long years after the war, he had come back. She slowly got up and smoothed out her plaid skirt then grabbed the black robe on the dusty teacher's desk. She looked at the broken mirror by the door, smoothing down her hair before finally walking to the door and opening it.

Flashback

"You are to receive the Dark Mark tomorrow night or I will kill you myself," Lucius growled at Draco, the younger blonde shook his head.

"It will just make it harder to live at Hogwarts, spying for you there. I have to be there or you will have no one that you can truly trust there," Draco argued.

"Our Dark Lord demands that you are fully brought into our order. You can not refuse him and I won't let you," Lucius replied testily.

"Explain to him the reasons against," Draco returned.

"I have a better idea, you explain those reasons," Lucius snarled and left the room.


"do you love your
guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"
(fuck yeah)

Hermione opened one of the front double doors and walked out to the top step to look down on Draco as he climbed out of his car. He had a blank expression on his face as he walked up to her. He then brought forth her hand and kissed it lightly.

"Miss me?" Draco finally smirked, climbing up to be level with her, she slowly looked up into his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She breathed, pulling her hands away from him.

Flashback

"You are a mudblood, Granger. We can't live with eachother, get married, have children. We're two different species and I won't let you kill yourself. Not over me," Draco said calmly.

"You know nothing. You aren't so different from me," Hermione looked down on the wrecked valley scrawled before them.

"I love you," Draco breathed, she looked back at him.

"Do you mean it?" She replied softly.

"Enough to let you go on with your life without me. I would only destroy you like you did my home," Draco looked down on her slim hands.

"Then I hate you," She pulled away from him. "I never want to see you again," she said, staring straight into his eyes before walking away from him.


The bullet:
"She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
I'm gonna be a star someday

Draco led her back into Hogwarts and closed the door behind them. He smiled slowly at the deteriorating mess around them.

"I'm here because I still love you," Draco finally answered her, looking back down on her.

"Enough to stay?" She asked.

"Enough to stay," he answered. She grinned and wrapped her arms around him.

Mother says that we should look away
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet

an Imitation Christ

"Draco is it true that you put your father in St. Mungos?" Hermione asked as they were driving back from Hogwarts.

"Yes, I had him admitted. He still remembered enough to hate me," Draco answered.

"You did all of that for me," Hermione nuzzled against him.

"I did it for us because he was the reason we were two different species," Draco explained.

"What about your mother?" Hermione looked up at him, he shrugged.

"She's realizing her mistakes in hell," Draco smirked down on her.


I've got love songs in my head
that are killing us away"

Flashback

"It's amazing the war we've been fighting for centuries. It's not just the war we are in now but the war we have been trying to cover up. The war between muggles and magical people. The war that goes on even to this day ye-" Hermione frowned and looked up from the piece of parchment in front of her. Then behind her where Draco was leaning over her shoulder.

"Do you mind?" She grumbled.

"Not at all," Draco didn't move. She frowned darkly and hunched deeper over her writing.

"This war you're writing about, it doesn't have to be between us," Draco finally spoke, Hermione turned to look up at him.

"You sure make it very clear that it should be," Hermione murmured, he kneeled down before her.

"I'm willing if you are," Draco breathed, she smiled slowly back at him.


The Father:
"do you love your
guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"

(fuck yeah)

Notes: The Love Song by Marilyn Manson.

Owari, the end.