by Cali
 
 
 

Please don’t think of me
If you do you gotta block it.
I’ve got the chills tonight
And you can’t be here to stop it
I’m not a parasite
It’s just a lonely night
Tonight

Draco leaned back against the wall, and ran a hand through his hair, pushing his silvery hair out of his face. Fuck.
How come he couldn’t stop thinking of her? She was his archenemy, he had grown up hating her kind.
But she was so sweet, so innocent. She had so many hopes for herself, for him, for them.
And he had failed her so badly.
But as he got up, he knew he could still make it.
Still make her forgive him.

I walked from the bar
‘Cause they were only laughing
I wished on our star
But they covered it in satin
I’m not a gigolo
That’s what I want you to know
Tonight

Hermione’s feelings were in chaos.
She knew he was bad, evil, and thoroughly nasty.
But he had kissed her, called her his baby.
And made a fool out of her the next day.
But still, she longed for him.
"Fuck you, Malfoy," she whispered, "fuck you for making my life so complicated."

Ooh Ooh
I hurt you I can see
Ooh Ooh
Do you think it’s not hurting me?

Draco knew in his heart what she was doing now.
Probably sitting alone somewhere, refusing to talk to anyone.
She had talked to him, told him her deepest secrets.
And he had betrayed her.
Her face when she had found out...the sight alone...
His seventeen year old heart ached as he hurried through the halls, determined to find her.

Ooh Ooh
The grass ain’t always green
And if it’s hurting you
You know that it’s hurting me
You know that it’s hurting me

She wondered what he felt now.
Was he happy, content with himself for making her life so miserable in every way?
She wanted to curse herself for ever falling in love with him.
She had hurt everybody she loved; her friends, her parents, her teachers by going with him.
A hand was laid on her shoulder.
"Hermione?"

You’ll meet other men
Who will break your heart
If I see you with them
It’s gonna tear me apart
Maybe in another life
We wouldn’t be alone
Tonight

As he rounded the corner, Draco stopped dead in his tracks.
There she was, sitting on a windowsill.
But she wasn’t alone.
She was embracing someone.
A redhaired, tall someone, who was silently stroking her hair as tears ran down her face.
Draco looked down at the floor, and knew he was too late.

Ooh Ooh
I’ve hurt you I can see
Ooh Ooh
You think it’s not hurting me?

Hermione laughed and cried at the same time, feeling Ron’s arms around her.
He was so warm, so familiar, so comforting.
She wished it could stay this way forever.
She opened her eyes, and saw a dark shadow with silvery eyes standing on the corner, silent.
Then, he walked away.
Even though she was so happy, having her friends back, something inside her wanted to scream for him to come back.

Ooh Ooh
The grass ain’t always green
Ooh Ooh
And if it’s hurting you
You know that it’s hurting me
You know that it’s hurting me
You know that it’s hurting me

As Draco walked his solitary walk down the Marble Staircase, through the great halls, and the long corridors, he knew he
did the right thing.
She had found her pack, and he, the lonely wolf, had no right, tearing her away from that.
He would get over her.
But she would always be in his heart.
 
 
 

A/N: Yes, my obsession with Robbie Williams continues. He owns the lyrics, JK the people, I own the plot. M'key?