A Breaking Heart
This is for the wonderful Saze. :D I hope you like it, lovely. Just a side note, I'm sorry if the story doesn't make complete sense. Neither to P!ATD lyrics so... it fits. :D Again, hope you like!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Poter or the lyrics. Those belong to JKR and Panic! At the Disco, respectively.
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Draco punched the wall of the stone cell holding him. The Dark Lord had locked him away the instant he returned, having heard about his hesitation (and inability) to kill Dumbledore. “You’re a liability,” he had hissed, as he turned the key. “You may run, and we can’t have that, can we Draco?”
But that was not what angered him. It was the fact that the WHORE was sleeping around with a Weasley. A Weasley! He knew that she still loved him. They had made vows to each other in fourth year - during those secret meetings and sweaty nights - she had promised that she would love him forever. And then she started having feelings for that weasel… and she had disapproved of his involvement with Umbridge… and his teasing of Ron with the “Weasley Is Our King” song. So she broke it off. “We can’t see each other anymore.” One line, scribbled coldly on a piece of parchment and left on his pillow. That was the night that many Gryffindor first years met with much misfortune in the hallways.
He didn’t even remember how they had started their relationship. It had been on a dare, he seemed to remember. A dare and a bet. A dare for her, a bet for him. He didn’t care about that anymore though. She had been the only girl who had been able to keep up with him in bed. And now she was screwing that fucking Weasley!
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
He punched the wall again and heard the sickening crack as his knuckles were shattered. “Damn it, Hermione,” he whispered, continuing to punch the wall, ignoring the pain. “This is what you do to me. How could you do this to me?”
But he knew that she still loved him. How could she not still love him what he loved her. Or at least wanted her. They were the same thing, right?
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Like hell they were the same thing! Love was love. Want was desire. Personally, he would rather someone want him rather than love him if love couldn’t keep her by his side. Desire attached two people body and mind, both more tangible than this soul crap.
Finally he clutched his hand to his chest, allowing himself tears because his hand was so mangled. Not because Hermione was with that weasel. No. Not because of Hermione.
He felt like screaming about how he had cared for her when everyone (including that weasel) saw a frizzy headed know it all. He felt like cursing her name and destroying his other hand, just to spite her.
Girl, I was it. Look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me
And he almost started punching the wall with his left hand, but he felt every muscle in his body tense up at the thought of Hermione fucking someone else… at the thought of fucking Hermione. He needed that other hand, damn it. “I hate you,” he hissed, letting her mind and voice wash into his head. “Look at what you do to me.”
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Somewhere along the ride, he passed out from loss of blood or sheer anger. When he awoke, he felt someone’s arms around him and he was in such a muddled mental state that he foolishly whispered, “Hermione?”
“HERMIONE!” Pansy shrieked, pushing him off her lap. (He crushed his already mangled hand underneath his body.) “What’re you whispering her name for?”
So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
And then he realized that Pansy’s voice had been a figment of his imagination. He was indeed someplace warm, with warm arms around him, but Pansy was not screaming at him. In fact, no one answered him. When Draco forced his eyes to open, he was temporarily blinded by the light. But then everything came into focus. He squinted and shook his head to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. “Hermione?”
Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
He didn’t know how long he had been in that dungeon, but it was long enough for her face to slim down and her eyes to glow more brightly than he ever remembered. “Yes,” she whispered back. “Hush, I can’t stay long.”
He was slightly hurt, in that part of his mind that allowed himself to feel hurt. Didn’t he mean anything to her anymore?
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?
“Stay long enough to…”
She smirked knowing exactly what he wanted. “No.”
Somehow, he found her hand and place it on the waist of his jeans. He hadn’t even asked before her fingers had slipped inside his pants.
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
And then she left him breathless on the floor. When he caught his breath and managed to force himself to move, he knew exactly where she had gone. To Ron. To the Weasel. He didn’t know where they were, or even where he was, but he knew they were nearby. Ron Weasley would die.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me
He ran faster than he thought he could, moved with more agility than the Golden Boy himself. He followed his instincts and the sounds of a fucking couple down hallways and up stairways until he reached the room at the very top of this very large house that he somehow gotten into. And there he found Hermione and her beloved Ron - her… gorgeous and experienced, glowing in the frenzy of the moment - him… face contorted with the nerves of a virgin.
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Draco threw Hermione off of the red head and killed him with his bare hands, ripping that red head right off the freckled neck. And then he turned to Hermione, who looked up at him with disgusted admiration. She was so beautiful naked…
And then Draco jolted himself out of the dream. Everything from Pansy to Hermione had been a dream. He sank back, miserable, his hand still crushed and his heart slowly breaking. She was out there, screwing Ron Weasley, and he was locked in here with only his hand to keep him company. “Fucking Hermione Granger,” he muttered, slowly lifting his left hand to slam against the wall. It was the only thing - the only thing - that made him feel better. “I hate you.”
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Poter or the lyrics. Those belong to JKR and Panic! At the Disco, respectively.
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Draco punched the wall of the stone cell holding him. The Dark Lord had locked him away the instant he returned, having heard about his hesitation (and inability) to kill Dumbledore. “You’re a liability,” he had hissed, as he turned the key. “You may run, and we can’t have that, can we Draco?”
But that was not what angered him. It was the fact that the WHORE was sleeping around with a Weasley. A Weasley! He knew that she still loved him. They had made vows to each other in fourth year - during those secret meetings and sweaty nights - she had promised that she would love him forever. And then she started having feelings for that weasel… and she had disapproved of his involvement with Umbridge… and his teasing of Ron with the “Weasley Is Our King” song. So she broke it off. “We can’t see each other anymore.” One line, scribbled coldly on a piece of parchment and left on his pillow. That was the night that many Gryffindor first years met with much misfortune in the hallways.
He didn’t even remember how they had started their relationship. It had been on a dare, he seemed to remember. A dare and a bet. A dare for her, a bet for him. He didn’t care about that anymore though. She had been the only girl who had been able to keep up with him in bed. And now she was screwing that fucking Weasley!
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
He punched the wall again and heard the sickening crack as his knuckles were shattered. “Damn it, Hermione,” he whispered, continuing to punch the wall, ignoring the pain. “This is what you do to me. How could you do this to me?”
But he knew that she still loved him. How could she not still love him what he loved her. Or at least wanted her. They were the same thing, right?
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Like hell they were the same thing! Love was love. Want was desire. Personally, he would rather someone want him rather than love him if love couldn’t keep her by his side. Desire attached two people body and mind, both more tangible than this soul crap.
Finally he clutched his hand to his chest, allowing himself tears because his hand was so mangled. Not because Hermione was with that weasel. No. Not because of Hermione.
He felt like screaming about how he had cared for her when everyone (including that weasel) saw a frizzy headed know it all. He felt like cursing her name and destroying his other hand, just to spite her.
Girl, I was it. Look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me
And he almost started punching the wall with his left hand, but he felt every muscle in his body tense up at the thought of Hermione fucking someone else… at the thought of fucking Hermione. He needed that other hand, damn it. “I hate you,” he hissed, letting her mind and voice wash into his head. “Look at what you do to me.”
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Somewhere along the ride, he passed out from loss of blood or sheer anger. When he awoke, he felt someone’s arms around him and he was in such a muddled mental state that he foolishly whispered, “Hermione?”
“HERMIONE!” Pansy shrieked, pushing him off her lap. (He crushed his already mangled hand underneath his body.) “What’re you whispering her name for?”
So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
And then he realized that Pansy’s voice had been a figment of his imagination. He was indeed someplace warm, with warm arms around him, but Pansy was not screaming at him. In fact, no one answered him. When Draco forced his eyes to open, he was temporarily blinded by the light. But then everything came into focus. He squinted and shook his head to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. “Hermione?”
Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
He didn’t know how long he had been in that dungeon, but it was long enough for her face to slim down and her eyes to glow more brightly than he ever remembered. “Yes,” she whispered back. “Hush, I can’t stay long.”
He was slightly hurt, in that part of his mind that allowed himself to feel hurt. Didn’t he mean anything to her anymore?
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?
“Stay long enough to…”
She smirked knowing exactly what he wanted. “No.”
Somehow, he found her hand and place it on the waist of his jeans. He hadn’t even asked before her fingers had slipped inside his pants.
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
And then she left him breathless on the floor. When he caught his breath and managed to force himself to move, he knew exactly where she had gone. To Ron. To the Weasel. He didn’t know where they were, or even where he was, but he knew they were nearby. Ron Weasley would die.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me
He ran faster than he thought he could, moved with more agility than the Golden Boy himself. He followed his instincts and the sounds of a fucking couple down hallways and up stairways until he reached the room at the very top of this very large house that he somehow gotten into. And there he found Hermione and her beloved Ron - her… gorgeous and experienced, glowing in the frenzy of the moment - him… face contorted with the nerves of a virgin.
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Draco threw Hermione off of the red head and killed him with his bare hands, ripping that red head right off the freckled neck. And then he turned to Hermione, who looked up at him with disgusted admiration. She was so beautiful naked…
And then Draco jolted himself out of the dream. Everything from Pansy to Hermione had been a dream. He sank back, miserable, his hand still crushed and his heart slowly breaking. She was out there, screwing Ron Weasley, and he was locked in here with only his hand to keep him company. “Fucking Hermione Granger,” he muttered, slowly lifting his left hand to slam against the wall. It was the only thing - the only thing - that made him feel better. “I hate you.”
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster
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