You never looked so good as you did last night, underneath the city lights. I don't think I'd ever thought of Hogsmeade as a beautiful place. Sure it wasn't ugly, but the buildings were old and there wasn't a single one without a loose board. Now with Draco walking those streets, I felt like Hogsmeade was the most magical place on earth. His blonde hair shining in the moonlight.
There walking with your friends, laughing at the moon. I swear you looked right through me. I started to walk over to him when he started to turn towards me. It was just a glace and my heart fluttered. But he just looked right around me, like I wasn't there. I rushed the other way before I started to cry.
I'm still living with your goodbye and you're just going on with your life. I remember when he told me his father wouldn't let him see me. Suddenly I got angry all over again. How dare he! Just because I was a "mudblood"? And if Draco really loved her like he said he did he wouldn't give adman about his father! Right? But he was over her now. There was nothing she could do about it, he told her she couldn't.
How can you just walk on by without one tear in your eye? Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me? His grey eyes that had once been so deep were once again cold and hard. He wasn't going to show a single emotion anymore. Finally he looked over at me. He didn't glare like he would have a few months ago but his gaze wasn't soft or loving either. It was just a blank stare, as though I was just another face in the crowd.
Maybe that's just your way of dealing with the pain, forgetting everything between our rise and fall, like we never loved at all.
You, I hear you're doing fine. Seems like you're doing well as far as I can tell. Time is leaving us behind, another week has passed and still I haven't laughed yet. It was the weekend after I saw him in Hogsmeade. I hardly caught a glimpse of him during classes but now I turn the corner and he's… he's… it was awful. I see him and Pansy in a passionate lip-lock. So tell me, what your secret is to letting go, letting go like you did.
How can you just walk on by without one tear in your eye? Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me? He looked up sensing my presence. I thought I saw a flash of guilt or sorrow in his eyes but it was gone before I was sure. So I ran. I didn't want him to see the tears streaming down my face.
Maybe that's just your way of dealing with the pain, forgetting everything between our rise and fall, like we never loved at all.
Did you forget the magic? Did you forget the passion? Oh, and did you ever miss me, and long to kiss me? Well I remembered. I remembered how you held me, how your lips met mine and your true feelings poured into me. I knew they were true! I just did! And I missed you. More than I'd missed anyone. But why? Why did I care so much about Draco Malfoy?
Maybe that's just your way of dealing with the pain, forgetting everything between our rise and fall like we never loved at all.