Don't Waste Your Time
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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2,055
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3
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Don't Waste Your Time
Okay, so this is my first Songfic. I'm not really sure if I did it right, or if this is even good. It started as a response to Snapes_Goddess' Love Song challenge for LM/HG, but it kinda morphed into something else. So I'm posting it under general instead.
Song: Don't Waste Your Time
Artist: Kelly Clarkson
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“Lucius! Are you even listening to me?” Hermione shouted at the proud pureblood sitting in his dark green leather chair. The only sound he made was the rustling of his newspaper.
“That’s it. I’m sick of being ignored. I’m tired of only being here when you need a shag or when you need to be seen in public. I need affection. I need intelligent conversation. I don’t deserve to be treated in the way you treat me. Your mouth tells me you want me, but your actions say differently. What am I to believe. I’m leaving. You can find someone else to warm your bed, but it won’t be me, of that you can be assured.” Her tear filled eyes looked into his stormy grey ones. Eyes that pierced through her and saw into her soul, at least that’s what it felt like to her. But he obviously couldn’t because he had no idea how serious she was.
“Stop being so dramatic. You know I care about you.” He drawled as he went back to reading his paper, dismissing her feelings like a feather on the breeze. She gave one last look at him, turned and walked out the door of his library, slamming it shut with finality.
It's over, it's over, it's over:
It seems you can't hear me
When I open my mouth you never listen
You say stay, but what does that mean
Do you think I honestly want to be reminded forever
“Draco! Where is Hermione?” Lucius yelled at his only child.
“She is where she should be, with people who care about her, and who love her unconditionally, who don’t ignore her when they aren’t using her for something.” Draco sneered back at his father. “You destroyed her. You realize that right? Nothing you do is going to make up for how you ignored her, and kept her out of your life, even as she lived in it with you. I am so disappointed in you. You two could have been perfect together. There was so much there between the two of you. And you threw it all away because you were too prideful to open up, and too stubborn to admit that you needed her. Well, congratulations. Now she is gone, and you don’t have to worry about anyone butting into your life, or bothering you ever again.” He calmly spoke as his eyes blazed with anger that was directed at the only man he had ever looked up to.
“One more thing before I take my leave of you. Hermione wanted me to give you a message. Not that you deserve anything from her.” He stated harshly as he stood up and left his father staring fixedly at the white square rested on the table.
Lucius,
You need to stop. You can’t fix whatever this mess is that we are in. I’m gone. I’m moving on, and you need to let me. I just want to forget you and the horrid way you treated me. Stop sending the flowers, jewelry, and clothes. You are only proving my point that you ignored me the entire time our relationship…no scratch that. It wasn’t a relationship; it was a dalliance, an affair, a fling, a liaison, an involvement, an entanglement, a tryst, a flight of fancy. You clearly don’t know me at all if you think I can be bought with trinkets of no value to me whatsoever, no matter how many galleons they may have cost you. They are as empty in value as your gestures during our fling. Just leave me alone. Stop pestering my friends, and stop bothering Draco. They won’t help you. Once again I say,
Goodbye,
Hermione
Don't waste your time trying to fix
What I want to erase
What I need to forget
Don't waste your time on me my friend
Friend, what does that even mean
I don't want your hand
You'll only pull me down
So save your breath
Don't waste your song
On me, on me
Don't waste your time
Hermione lay on her bed, her head in Draco’s lap as his fingers brushed through her hair. His soothing presence helped comfort her and help her forget. He cared for the little muggleborn witch dearly, but he hated seeing her because he knew whenever she looked at him, she saw his father, and her heart broke a little every time.
“He tried to floo me again today Dray. It’s so hard. I want to talk to him so badly. But then I just picture his face, covered with the cold indifference it so often was, and I have the willpower to say no, and ignore him.” She drifted off to Draco’s comforting company, falling into a world of memories that she was torn between loathing and wanting to relive.
It's not easy not answering
Every time I want to talk to you
But I can't
If you only knew the hell I put myself through
Replaying memories in my head of you and I
Every night
Hermione walked to the back section of her bookshop, with a large stack of books in her arms to put them up.
“You are a witch you know. You can use magic for activities like that.” A familiar voice drawled as the books were levitated out of her hands and set down on the closest chair not occupied by a customer.
“I may be a witch, but I am not lazy and do not need to use magic for something as simple as carrying books around. Besides I like doing it. It helps me concentrate on important things. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get back to the aforementioned work.” She responded sharply. Glaring at the pompous pureblood whose demeanor and clothes screamed heartbreak and snobbery, something she should have known from their past interactions.
“Why did you return the books? I would have thought they would have been something you would have liked?” he asked with a childish quality to him, a quality that used to bring her out of her anger at him, but not anymore.
“I returned the books, Lord Malfoy, because I told you that we were done. I am not coming back to you, ever. Yet you continue to send me items that I neither, need nor want. I also asked you to cease trying to buy my affections with worthless trinkets. You have yet to acquiesce to my wishes. And lastly, you already gave me those books months ago at the beginning of our little dalliance, or did you not remember? There’s a shock.” She spat out bitterly as she picked up the books and huffed to the back of the store, leaving a gobsmacked Lucius Malfoy behind her.
Don't waste your time trying to fix
What I want to erase
What I need to forget
Don't waste your time on me my friend
Friend, what does that even mean
I don't want your hand
You'll only pull me down
So save your breath
Don't waste your song
On me, on me
Don't waste your time
You're callin'
You're talkin'
You're tryin'
Tryin' to get in
But it's over, it's over, it's over
Friend
Hermione walked through the entrance to the celebration ball thrown by the Ministry in honor of those who fought in the final battle. She looked breath taking, and had a bright smile for the man on her arm. The man who understood her. The man who was there for her. The man who comforted her when she needed it. The man who learned from his mistakes. The man who learned from the mistakes of others before him. The man who had captured her heart and kept it safe. The man she would spend the rest of her life with.
Not many were shocked when Hermione Granger started dating Blaise Zabini. After all, after her torrid affair with Lucius Malfoy, Mister Death Eater himself, not much more could be shocking in her love life. Her friends were just happy that she was finally happy, that she had forgotten Lucius for the most part and moved on. Draco was ecstatic, being the one who set up his two closest friends. He was happy that it worked out so well. One person however, was not so happy. Lucius Malfoy stood in the shadows of the ball, scowling at the couple so obviously in love, and sending a glare at his son who was too happy for his own good.
“I really fucked up didn’t I?” he asked Draco.
“Yeah, you did, and it’s entirely your loss.” He said with a smile on his face as he sauntered off to go talk to Hermione and Blaise.
Hermione looked up and her brown eyes met Lucius’ grey ones. He lifted his glass in a toast to her and she merely turned her head and ignored him. Letting the ridicule and ignorance sink in, so that he could feel what she had felt during their whole time together. Abandonment. Ignorance. Neglect. Ambivalence. Disregard. Indifference.
Don't waste your time trying to fix it
So save your breath, don't waste your song
On me, on me
Don't waste your time
You held me
You felt me
You left me
But it's over, it's over, it's over
You touched me
You had me
But it's over, it's over, it's over my friend
Don't waste my time
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Please let me know what you think. Im not sure if I'm entirely happy with it or not.
R&R pretty please with sugar and ice cream and a cherry on top.
Song: Don't Waste Your Time
Artist: Kelly Clarkson
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“Lucius! Are you even listening to me?” Hermione shouted at the proud pureblood sitting in his dark green leather chair. The only sound he made was the rustling of his newspaper.
“That’s it. I’m sick of being ignored. I’m tired of only being here when you need a shag or when you need to be seen in public. I need affection. I need intelligent conversation. I don’t deserve to be treated in the way you treat me. Your mouth tells me you want me, but your actions say differently. What am I to believe. I’m leaving. You can find someone else to warm your bed, but it won’t be me, of that you can be assured.” Her tear filled eyes looked into his stormy grey ones. Eyes that pierced through her and saw into her soul, at least that’s what it felt like to her. But he obviously couldn’t because he had no idea how serious she was.
“Stop being so dramatic. You know I care about you.” He drawled as he went back to reading his paper, dismissing her feelings like a feather on the breeze. She gave one last look at him, turned and walked out the door of his library, slamming it shut with finality.
It's over, it's over, it's over:
It seems you can't hear me
When I open my mouth you never listen
You say stay, but what does that mean
Do you think I honestly want to be reminded forever
“Draco! Where is Hermione?” Lucius yelled at his only child.
“She is where she should be, with people who care about her, and who love her unconditionally, who don’t ignore her when they aren’t using her for something.” Draco sneered back at his father. “You destroyed her. You realize that right? Nothing you do is going to make up for how you ignored her, and kept her out of your life, even as she lived in it with you. I am so disappointed in you. You two could have been perfect together. There was so much there between the two of you. And you threw it all away because you were too prideful to open up, and too stubborn to admit that you needed her. Well, congratulations. Now she is gone, and you don’t have to worry about anyone butting into your life, or bothering you ever again.” He calmly spoke as his eyes blazed with anger that was directed at the only man he had ever looked up to.
“One more thing before I take my leave of you. Hermione wanted me to give you a message. Not that you deserve anything from her.” He stated harshly as he stood up and left his father staring fixedly at the white square rested on the table.
Lucius,
You need to stop. You can’t fix whatever this mess is that we are in. I’m gone. I’m moving on, and you need to let me. I just want to forget you and the horrid way you treated me. Stop sending the flowers, jewelry, and clothes. You are only proving my point that you ignored me the entire time our relationship…no scratch that. It wasn’t a relationship; it was a dalliance, an affair, a fling, a liaison, an involvement, an entanglement, a tryst, a flight of fancy. You clearly don’t know me at all if you think I can be bought with trinkets of no value to me whatsoever, no matter how many galleons they may have cost you. They are as empty in value as your gestures during our fling. Just leave me alone. Stop pestering my friends, and stop bothering Draco. They won’t help you. Once again I say,
Goodbye,
Hermione
Don't waste your time trying to fix
What I want to erase
What I need to forget
Don't waste your time on me my friend
Friend, what does that even mean
I don't want your hand
You'll only pull me down
So save your breath
Don't waste your song
On me, on me
Don't waste your time
Hermione lay on her bed, her head in Draco’s lap as his fingers brushed through her hair. His soothing presence helped comfort her and help her forget. He cared for the little muggleborn witch dearly, but he hated seeing her because he knew whenever she looked at him, she saw his father, and her heart broke a little every time.
“He tried to floo me again today Dray. It’s so hard. I want to talk to him so badly. But then I just picture his face, covered with the cold indifference it so often was, and I have the willpower to say no, and ignore him.” She drifted off to Draco’s comforting company, falling into a world of memories that she was torn between loathing and wanting to relive.
It's not easy not answering
Every time I want to talk to you
But I can't
If you only knew the hell I put myself through
Replaying memories in my head of you and I
Every night
Hermione walked to the back section of her bookshop, with a large stack of books in her arms to put them up.
“You are a witch you know. You can use magic for activities like that.” A familiar voice drawled as the books were levitated out of her hands and set down on the closest chair not occupied by a customer.
“I may be a witch, but I am not lazy and do not need to use magic for something as simple as carrying books around. Besides I like doing it. It helps me concentrate on important things. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get back to the aforementioned work.” She responded sharply. Glaring at the pompous pureblood whose demeanor and clothes screamed heartbreak and snobbery, something she should have known from their past interactions.
“Why did you return the books? I would have thought they would have been something you would have liked?” he asked with a childish quality to him, a quality that used to bring her out of her anger at him, but not anymore.
“I returned the books, Lord Malfoy, because I told you that we were done. I am not coming back to you, ever. Yet you continue to send me items that I neither, need nor want. I also asked you to cease trying to buy my affections with worthless trinkets. You have yet to acquiesce to my wishes. And lastly, you already gave me those books months ago at the beginning of our little dalliance, or did you not remember? There’s a shock.” She spat out bitterly as she picked up the books and huffed to the back of the store, leaving a gobsmacked Lucius Malfoy behind her.
Don't waste your time trying to fix
What I want to erase
What I need to forget
Don't waste your time on me my friend
Friend, what does that even mean
I don't want your hand
You'll only pull me down
So save your breath
Don't waste your song
On me, on me
Don't waste your time
You're callin'
You're talkin'
You're tryin'
Tryin' to get in
But it's over, it's over, it's over
Friend
Hermione walked through the entrance to the celebration ball thrown by the Ministry in honor of those who fought in the final battle. She looked breath taking, and had a bright smile for the man on her arm. The man who understood her. The man who was there for her. The man who comforted her when she needed it. The man who learned from his mistakes. The man who learned from the mistakes of others before him. The man who had captured her heart and kept it safe. The man she would spend the rest of her life with.
Not many were shocked when Hermione Granger started dating Blaise Zabini. After all, after her torrid affair with Lucius Malfoy, Mister Death Eater himself, not much more could be shocking in her love life. Her friends were just happy that she was finally happy, that she had forgotten Lucius for the most part and moved on. Draco was ecstatic, being the one who set up his two closest friends. He was happy that it worked out so well. One person however, was not so happy. Lucius Malfoy stood in the shadows of the ball, scowling at the couple so obviously in love, and sending a glare at his son who was too happy for his own good.
“I really fucked up didn’t I?” he asked Draco.
“Yeah, you did, and it’s entirely your loss.” He said with a smile on his face as he sauntered off to go talk to Hermione and Blaise.
Hermione looked up and her brown eyes met Lucius’ grey ones. He lifted his glass in a toast to her and she merely turned her head and ignored him. Letting the ridicule and ignorance sink in, so that he could feel what she had felt during their whole time together. Abandonment. Ignorance. Neglect. Ambivalence. Disregard. Indifference.
Don't waste your time trying to fix it
So save your breath, don't waste your song
On me, on me
Don't waste your time
You held me
You felt me
You left me
But it's over, it's over, it's over
You touched me
You had me
But it's over, it's over, it's over my friend
Don't waste my time
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Please let me know what you think. Im not sure if I'm entirely happy with it or not.
R&R pretty please with sugar and ice cream and a cherry on top.