Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rawling. Song belongs to 30 Seconds to Mars. Combination of the two belongs to me.

Your defenses were on high
Your walls built deep inside
Yeah I'm a selfish bastard
But at least I'm not alone

You had never had a boyfriend. You were cynical of anyone that showed interest in you. That was ok. It made you a challenge. I didn't care about what had to have happened to you to make you so scared of men. I never claimed to care about anyone's feeling. I am the ultimate selfish bastard. Do you know how many times I've heard that? I couldn't care less. Because if being a selfish bastard comes with my great looks and way with women, I'll keep it close at hand.

My intentions never change
What I wanted stays the same
And I know what I should do
it's time to set myself on fire

You thought because we slept together, we should be a steady couple. That I should show open affection for you. You thought a few kisses in darkened classrooms meant I felt more than a passing lust for you. Hell, even I realize there is a problem with my commitment. I'll even admit, I miss you now that I can't have you. Fuck it all, I miss you horribly. No, what I wanted hasn't changed. But I've added to the list. I want you.

Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it
A photograph of you and I

It's like we never even were civil toward each other. Ever. You and Weasel-by and Pot-head still torment my existence, but only by the weekly updates about you in the Daily Prophet. Pictures of you everyday, just as lovely, just as shaggable as ever. Everytime I see one, I pull out the one picture I have of the two of us when we were together. And that picture is what made me realize what I'm missing. The love shining in your eyes. Gone forever now because what I wanted never changed, and what I wanted was as many girls as possible. Slytherin Sex God, the title I was striving for in school. And who would deny me, the only one to ever get a sexual anything out of little miss perfect Hermione Granger?

Your reflection I've erased
Like a thousand burned out yesterdays
Believe me when I say goodbye forever
Is for good

I told you that we would never be anything. That I had used you. I burned one more bridge, never realizing that it was probably the one that led to salvation. But I can't come anywhere near you. I've already said goodbye. We would NEVER be anything. So much for me and my big mouth.

Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it
A photograph of you and I

Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it
A photograph of you and I
(A photograph of you and I)

Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it
A photograph of you and I
A photograph of you and I
A photograph of you and I... in love...

I would have never believed it if I didn't look at the picture everyday. So, I won't torture myself anymore. I stand here at the edge of the Great Lake at Hogwarts, one of "our" favorite places. As the sun sets across the lake, the photograph drifts out of my hand and into the water. As the picture sinks into the lakes depths, I realize my mistake. That photo was my salvation, keeping me close to the one good thing I ever had. I fall to my knees as a storm breaks out over my head. Now all it will ever be is a dream.