Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
Ill find some peace tonight
Draco never felt like he could win her. Hermione Granger was way out
of his league. He wish he could start over his first meeting with her.
He never would have started the years of insults and taunting. Because,
although he had been raised to believe that muggle borns were inferior,
how could he deny the evidence before his eyes. He may be a pureblood,
but that didn't mean he was totally stupid. If she beat him at things,
and she was also inferior, what did that make him? A hypocrite at best. At worst he was… he didn't even dare think about it. Besides, he new that he wasn't good enough for her, both in a sense that he was evil and a sense that she was just superior to him. He needed a distraction. He followed Pansy up to her room. Memories of him being evil to her, of her being hurt by him, all of them were taken from his head by this moments distraction that would soon make him feel worse. But he always hoped it would help him find some peace, this sleeping around.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
He never knew exactly how to get rid of these memories. He would sit alone for hours in the library, knowing she was just on the other side of the bookcases. He would sit there and imagine her arms wrapped around him, saving him from his inner demons and also the ones that were his family. He would imagine him and her, off in an Italian villa, even if he doesn't like the sunlight very much, because she wanted to be there. He wanted to be saved from the certain death he would face if he left school and became a Death Eater like his father wanted. He may not particularly LIKE Potter, but he was certain Potter would kick Voldemort's ass.
Suddenly, he was back in the library, not exactly sure why his mind had stopped wandering. Why his thoughts had been scattered. Oh, someone was hugging him… wait, WHAT?!?!?
"Don't cry, Malfoy"
"What's it to you, Granger?"
"I…I…I don't know. But please, don't cry. I'll listen, if you want to talk."
"That's…ok. But, can you give me another hug? I don't think anyone has ever given me a sincere one of those…"
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
Hermione Granger was tired. Tired of being "perfect." It really took a lot of work. Studying all the time, keeping Harry and Ron from failing. She was just tired. And on top of all that, she had to help Harry with his research into defeating Voldemort. Why did there have to be people like him in the world? Her anger and frustration just keep building and building. But she couldn't just stop being "perfect." What would happen to her life? Harry and Ron would probably end up failing, there would be no voice of reason on their escapades. Besides, what did she have besides smart? She wasn't pretty, contrary to what her mother and a few adults said, and she wasn't provocative. And she certainly wasn't loose. So, give the boys the excuse of intimidation to stay away, just so her feelings weren't hurt. It's easier to believe that than the fact that she is just undesirable to anyone she would want to date. It easier to believe that than the fact that she isn't loved by another.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Sitting in the library, she daydreams of a knight in shining armor, a prince charming to sweep her off her feet. She dreams of a day when she isn't stuck in the monotony of Harry saving the day while she sits on the sideline, knowing she could have done it but for the fact that he is "the chosen one" and therefore is somehow required to do it. She would have kept daydreaming but for the sound of sobbing on the other side of the bookshelf. She turns the corner and who does she see sitting there but the incredible ferret himself? She almost walks away, but the sadness on his face as he sits with tears streaming down is more than Hermione's kind heart can stand. She walks over to him and wraps her arms around him in a comforting embrace. Slowly his eyes open, and then they fill with incredulity.
"Don't cry, Malfoy"
"What's it to you, Granger?"
"I…I…I don't know. But please, don't cry. I'll listen, if you want to talk."
"That's…ok. But, can you give me another hug? I don't think anyone has ever given me a sincere one of those…"
Hermione didn't know what to do but to give him another hug. As his eyes closed in something resembling contentment, she realized that the boy that everyone thought was so arrogant and superior just needed a good friend.
AN: Hi again. This song was suggested by Amanda. It's not exactly a romance this time, but I could probably make it into one… if anyone wants it, let me know and I'll do it. Keep sending in song ideas!!!
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