A/N: I felt depressed so I got some songs and made a story. These songs aren’t mine. I hope you like the
story.
Harry: Right... Im all for writing to help you work out emotions, but keep that kind of thing, uh, private.
Other people dont care and theyre never gonna grasp the significigance.
Draco: ...your being too nice. DEATH TO SONG FICS! KILL THE BITCH!
Hermione: *Looks at watch* Can we medicate him yet?
Now and forever
I promise I will always love you
One thing I know for sure
We’ll be together
Everyday I’ll love you better
Now and forever I’m yours
Now and forever, I’m yours
~ Now and Forever by True Vibe
Ron: What unique, original, and inspired lyrics...
Never.
What a cruel, cruel word.
Hermione: “Ill never stop loving you. Ill never kill you. Ill never deal a vicious blow to your groinal area”.
Draco: See? Those are good ‘nevers’.
Five words, count ‘em,
Harry: One.... uh... one?
and 2 syllables.
Ron: If there were five words- and there arent- it wouldnt be possible for their to be less than five syllables
Sad, really, anything that small could be so destructive.
Draco: *Porn Music*
Hermione: Words arent small, theyre short. Draco. Draco is small.
Ron: *Snorts*
Draco: *Flings his tape recorder at Hermione*
That’s what never is, really. It destroys hope.
Harry: In about .05% of the most extreme usages, anyway
Never means a lot to me. It is, to me, a word full of hate and despair. Never, to me, means emptiness.
Ron: *Yawns*
Draco: I hate this. Tiger does this. People put down a little rant or outpouring and slap it under ‘fanfiction’
by just adding some character names in at the end
It means an everlasting solitude.
Hermione: Actually, it means something will not ever happen
It means being alone, a feeling one should never have to experience.
Hermione: Repeat previous statement....
Never again will I be able to see him smile, on the rare occasion a wide, genuine smile
Draco: Ewww... this fic is just dripping ‘who gives a fuck’ all over me
came onto his face.
Draco: *Dives for his Tape Recorder to play music, which was on the floor. Harry hastily snatches it out of
his way*
It lit up my day. Never again will I be able to hear his laughter, wide and resounding, or cold and cruel,
whichever he chose.
Harry: ...right. If were going by laughter he can *choose* to do, there should be fifty or sixty other double
adjectived laughters.
Never will he hold me, will he kiss me, or tell me that he loves me.
Draco: Thats probably cause you spent all your time moaning and bitching
Never again. Ever. Draco’s gone, and nothing can bring him back.
Draco: I find that hard to believe. Even if Im dead, you could always exhume me. Or I could be a ghost. Or
several other things that I... uh... havent thought of... uh... yet.
I told him never once.
Ron: Somehow I bet you did it a lot more than that
I said it would never work. Theoretically, it shouldn’t have worked out between us.
Harry: And we all know kids, when it comes to something as potentially huge and life altering as romance,
its a good idea to go with a *theory*
Me, Virginia Weasley, at the time,
Ron: Apparently Ginny changed her name after that time
and him, Draco Malfoy. The very thought was ludicrous.
Draco: Its amazing... the one bit of truth that slips into this fic dismisses all credibility that it had
Hermione: Which was very little to begin with
He made sure of that, at school, whenever and where ever we met.
Harry: He made sure of *what*? That the thought was ludicrous?
He teased me relentlessly because of my family, my robes, my hand-me-downs, me hair, my height, my
clumsiness, whatever he could think of and then some.
Draco: Uh... I was doing that because she had a huge family, cheap robes, which *were* the hand me
downs, red hair, was short, and was a clutz. Not because I wanted to make the thought of romantic
interaction between us unbelievable.
And each and everytime, I accepted it and bit my lip to keep the tears at bay.
Ron: Last time I checked ‘red hair’ wasnt a crying worthy taunt
If I ever ended up crying in front of him, he’d only tease me that much harder about them
Hermione: Which is interest, because there is no ‘them’ in question
because, God forbid it, I had emotions. (believe me, I had PLENTY emotions towards him at the time, and
they were rather violent and hateful
Hermione: There really was no reason to have that in parentheses as opposed to... uh... a whole extra
sentence. Especially because its after a period.
Draco: You know what else didnt have a reason? The useless melodrama which is probably the reason I
taunted this bint to begin with
) He had always managed to make his words cut me like knives, piercing me, my family.
Draco: That melodrama too. Bah.
I ran into him at a British café a year after I’d graduated. Actually, he approached my table.
Harry: And Avada Kedavra’d her... because obviously, had this whole teeny tiny Voldemort crisis not been
addressed, Malfoy would be full blown Death Eater
As soon as I saw him standing above me, tears sprang to my eyes and I began to bite my lips nervously.
Ron: ...shes 19 for gods sakes. Grow the fuck up.
He smiled a small nervous smile. I braced myself for the worst.
Hermione: <Ginny> *Screams* Hes smiling! Smiiiiiling! *Flees*
This was it. But then… he apologized.
Draco: Oh sweet fucking CHRIST...
Right then and there, in public, where people could hear him, he apologized.
Hermione: One, those people dont know him. Two, they dont know ginny. Three, they werent there when
any of this happened.
Draco: -four, they dont give a fuck enough to listen
(this fact might be insignificant to you, but it made helluva difference to me)
Draco: And the reason for that is... survey says.... shes an idiot!
Needless to say, I was speechless and managed to stammer like an idiot.
Ron: Is it just me or is she actually acting more like a three year old then when she was 13.
He laughed and then began to talk to me like a normal individual, not a Weasley.
Ron: Did she just put down herself?
He made me feel happy that day, and I accepted his invitation to dinner that night.
Draco: *Screams*
Harry: Don’t worry... thats it. Its over.
Draco: Really? That ending sucked.
Harry: Mhm... oh well. Final thoughts?
Hermione: Useless, annoying ranting. Very ‘Tiger-esque’
Tiger: HEY!
Hermione: *Snickers*
Harry: *Eyes a growling Tiger* Lets end this before he zaps somebody...