Short off the top of my head. I own nothing.

Greener With The Scenery

The atmosphere on the train was cold. Desolate seemed to describe it. At least to me. Sure, there were people everywhere, but everyone had a secret. One that no one knows. Everyone's face had a hidden concern, no matter the mirth expressed in their tone. The laughter is all fake. My mind tunes out all the abstract noises. I can only hear my own breath and the patter of the footsteps I leave.

I combed the train, followed by Blaise and Goyle. Crabbe was sick and sleeping in our compartment. We slowed when we reached the trio's compartment. They were inside, laughing. The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.

I nodded to Blaise, who opened the sliding door. Weasley's face contorted. Granger sighed, knowing there was going to be an argument. Potter looked... indescribable. I replaced my blank look with a superior look of disgust.

"They still let weasels go to Hogwarts?" I spat, looking at the red haired boy. His face grew red in anger.

"I wouldn't be talking, ferret." Weasley said vehemently. I laughed at his attempt to come up with a caustic remark and turned to Granger.

"You are aware we have a meeting to be at in a half an hour, right? I was told to make sure your hair didn't grow big enough to hinder your senses of perception." She fumed, trying to remain calm, pushing a piece of hair out of her face.

"Thank you, Malfoy, but if your only reason for being here is to insult us, then please, go on your way. We've heard it all before. Call me Scarface and leave." The last sentence he shot coldly. I ignored the comment and looked at the other two occupants of the compartment.

"If you two wouldn't mind, I need a word with Potter." I said as more of an order than a request. The two looked quickly at Harry. Harry nodded lightly and waved his hand. I dismissed Blaise and Goyle. Granger and Weasley quickly rushed out to find someone else to sit with temporarily.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" The tone of his voice hurt.

"Look, Harry-"

"It's Potter. I'm not ready to forgive you. And the behavior I just witnessed didn't help your little situation in the least bit." He stated.

"Just hear me the fuck out!" I argued. "You know-"

"No I don't. I want to see it." He crossed his arms and looked out the window.

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You took it back
How could you go and do something like that
My fingernail phase
Worst has got the best of you
I ask you and I know I need to change
Change

Right before he left, he said I needed to change. Then he walked away. Like every other man in my family and life. I dropped down on my knees and pleaded for him to not leave, but he remained silent and exited. Everything we worked so hard to reach was shattered. All because I was such a little asshole. That night I watched my world explode.

I punched my wall. And then tore off the bedding on my nicely made bed. As I lay in the pile of green and silver fabric, I knew it was time. If I wanted this, I would need to work harder...

Granger and I were appointed Head Boy and Head Girl, everyone knew we would. I quickly made my way up to my room and did the same thing. Tore apart the bedding and punched a few things. After about an hour of self loathing, I cleaned myself up and exited my room to go down tot he common room to inspect the kitchen area.

On my departure from my sleeping quarters, I ran into someone. I apologized and helped Harry up. He scowled and straightened his robes. I sighed.

"What brings you up here?" I tried to sound as happy as I could manage. Harry peered over my shoulder into the wrecked room. I closed the door and stepped further into the hallway.

"Hermione said I could use the bathroom up here, I can't get into her side of the room."

"Sure... it's the next door down." I sighed, I had hoped he was up here to see me. He muttered a thanks and headed toward the door. I could wait until he got done and try to atone, but if it goes as well as it did on the train, then it would prove futile. I turned in the opposite direction and headed for the stairs.

A light touch made me turn around. Harry wrapped me in his arms as I turned, a smile plastered on his face. I gave him an unsure smile.

"This doesn't forgive you, but I really need this..." He leaned his head down, and I let him.

You took it back
You ripped my heart out of my then you put it back
I'm pulling my hair
I let you just a million times
I love you even though it isn't fair

He pushed me forcefully against the wall. I grunted lightly as he did. He hiked me up around his waist. I fumbled around my back for the doorknob, which was lying just to my left. I uttered we should go into the room. He moaned and we quickly made our way into the wrecked room.