The XanderCordelia Factor

Hermione closed the door to her room. Tears stung her eyes, threatening to leave, but she was all cried out. Her eyes looked like they had been stung by something she was highly allergic to, and she was cramping from the wracking sobs. It had turned into a nightmare, and Draco was being so nice, and everything was so horrible...she just couldn't take it anymore. So she'd pushed away from her the one person she loved, and who would always be there for her. Not anymore...she let loose a sad, I'm-such-an-idiot chuckle. Tears burst forth, and she slid down the wall, holding her face, breaking her body with sobs. She turned the radio on, longing desperately not to be making the only noise in the room, wishing for there to be a chorus of instruments and singing, instead of a chorus of sniffles and choked sobs. Immediately music flooded the room, rhythm and notes calming her, soothing her nerves faster than little kisses or sweet nothings could. The song changed, one by Cold, the same exact one she'd heard earlier that evening.

Before I let you go, give me just one more night to show you just how I feel.
I lost all my control, if it takes my whole damn life I'll make this up to you.
Kind of like the waves, that roll their whole life towards somewhere crashing on the shore
That's blown in by the wind that carries the clouds to hide my wish on a fallen star

Draco sat in a beanbag chair in the North Tower, staring numbly at the wall in front of him, not willing to believe that this was happening to him. A tear trickled down. He magicked his hair back to it's platinum blondness, tears coming down a little faster. This isn't happening...he told himself, again and again, yet the scene played out in his mind again and again. He buried his face in his hands, running them through his hair, mussing it up. A sigh.

A different kind of pain, is someone there to hold you
is someone there to take you away from me?
A different kind of pain is someone there to hold you
is someone there to take you away from me?

Hermione lay in a ball on the couch, staring at the flames before her. She lost herself in their flickering, in the occasional crack and snap of the logs breaking. The song still played, and the tears still fell, but she didn't notice them.

I tried to let you go I wish I could turn back time and show you just how i feel
I needed you to know, if it takes my whole damn life I'll make this up to you
Kind of like the waves, that roll their whole life towards somewhere crashing on the shore
That's blown in by the wind, that carries the clouds to hide my wish on a fallen star

He stumbled into the Room of Requirement. It took on the form of a bar, minus the people and bartender. Draco walked forth, opened the first bottle of Jack Daniels he found, and drank it all, ignoring the flame in his throat as the alcohol burned it's way down. Soon he was starting on a bottle of cognac, focusing on numbing the pain. Melancholy laughter filled the room, and he got drunker and drunker. Remembering why he was drunk, he jumped up, grabbing two bottles of alcohol, and threw them at the wall. Both shattered on impact. Like his heart.


A different kind of pain, is someone there to hold you
is someone there to take you away from me.
A different kind of pain, is someone there to hold you
is someone there to take you away from me?

She sat in the shower and cried. She cried for everything lost, everything broken, every heart in pain. As the water pounded her, she cried, letting
her salty tears mix with the freshwater. Steadying herself on the wall, she cried till she could cry no more, and then some.

Before you let me go away
Before you let me go away
Before you let me go away
Before you let me go I needed you to know!

Soon he was stumbling around, knocking over everything. Suddenly, he was outside of the Room, and he couldn't get back in. Anger rose in him, his drunken stupor fading into seeing-red rage. He lashed out blindly and struck the nearest object - the stone wall. The pain woke him, and he struck again and again, ignoring the bone crunching and skin breaking.

A different kind of pain, is someone there to hold you
is someone there to take you away from me
A different kind of pain, is someone there to hold you
is someone there to take you away from me?

She put on her pajamas, and curled up in her bed, bringing the covers over her head, trying to convince herself she wasn't stupid enough to let him go. In the end she cried herself to sleep, the pain fresh and sharp and throbbing.

A different kind of pain
A different kind of pain
It's a different kind of pain
It's a different kind of pain
Before you let me go
It's a different kind of pain
I need you to know
It's a different kind of pain
It's a different kind...

His hands ached, and he walked back to his room, head down to hide his tears. He entered his room, stripped down to his boxers, and finally gave up trying to change the past to sleep, in hopes of changing the future.

Sorry loves, but I wanted to do a song-chap, so I did. It's going to get better, m'kay? You just got to stick with me. I'm a very slow writer. Sorry, love to savor the details...some of the time. R&R, and I'll make it happier. Hearts. Shorty