Cold

Looking back at me I see
That I never really got it right
I never stopped to think of you I'm always wrapped up in
Things I cannot win
You were the antidote that got me by
Something strong like a drug that got me high

The sun set over a bloody horizon of the spilt blood of those who had died during the final war. Scattered on the grounds of Hogwarts were the bodies of those who had died to protect the existence of their world. The only sign of life was of a boy. A boy with white blonde hair and steel gray eyes that had lost their spark, their determination to live. He was seen kneeling over the body of a brown-haired girl. Repeating his father's motto in his head, he said to himself, "Malfoys do not cry. They do not show emotion" Draco Malfoy was cradling the body of his secret love, Hermione Granger. He reminisced the moments that he had been so cruel to her.

What I really meant to say
is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold to you

FLASHBACK

It was his second year. Both the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams had gotten into an argument over who was to use the pitch for practice.
"WHOA! Those are Nimbus 2001s, Harry! They're only prototypes, they're not even supposed to be for sale yet!" gawked Ron in disbelief.

Smugly, the Slytherin captain said, "A gift from Draco's father."

Hermione interrupted saying, "At least nobody on our team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent!"

"Nobody asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," sneered Draco.

As he remembered this, he knew that he had broken her heart. At the time, he looked on with a smirk, as she fled the scene.

END FLASHBACK

And I'm sorry about all the lies
Maybe in a different light
You could see me stand on my own again
Cause now I can see
You were the antidote that got me by
Something strong like a drug that got me high
I never meant to be so cold

Now she was gone. Gone forever and never coming back. Damn her Gryffindor courage. Why had Granger gone and thrown herself in front of the curse meant for Saint Potter? And the bloody bastard hadn't even given her body a second look. Draco knew that she had loved him so, alas, it was unrequited love, for her heart belonged to that loathsome being named Harry James Potter. Little did she know, that Potter had never liked-no, not loved her way Draco did. He realized this in third year, when she had slapped him, oddly enough. When he didn't mind getting hit by her at all, he knew there was something else going on. It wasn't until that summer, when he had talked to his mother, that he had realized it was love. At the moment, he recollected what had happened only an hour ago, yet it seemed like an eon had passed:

"Well, well, look who it is. Harry Potter and his Mudblood girlfrie-"
"She's my best friend! Leave her out of this, Voldemort. I swear if you touch her I'll-" shouted Harry, saying it out of concern.

"Touchy aren't we?" sneered Voldemort circling Harry, "Unfortunately, I don't have much time for you so lets get it over with-actually, let's have some fun first, shall we? Let's see if you have learned to be obedient, Potter. Bow to me!"

"NO! Don't do it Harry!" yelled Hermione.

"Aww... How touching, the Mudblood loves the Boy-Who-Lived. Let's all cry, but don't fret little Mudblood, you'll both be together soon. And since you won't bow, let's see if you will learn with this: CRUCIO!"

Harry writhed in pain, seeing dots before his eyes, never before having felt pain as great as the pain this curse inflicted upon him. The world was becoming blurry and Harry looked at it through bleary eyes and he saw Hermione rush to his side.

"You'll pay for this, Riddle! AVADA KEVADRA!" said Hermione, panting and crying.

Voldemort quickly blocked the spell and said, amusedly, "Now, now, little Mudblood, I don't need you. Run along and play with the Weasleys-oh wait they're already dead. Stand aside silly girl!" pushing Hermione away, he continued," Say goodnight, Potter. AVADA KEVADRA!"

What happened next, played in Draco's mind like slow motion, as if the whole world was one big film and could be paused and rewound. There was no rewinding what happened.

"NOOOO!!! HARRY!!" Hermione yelled as she threw herself in front of the curse. She crumpled to the ground in a flash of green light. Looking pained, Potter thought he couldn't do anything about Hermione's death. Finally, Potter was able to summon all the hatred inside of him and cast the killing spell. The Dark Lord was gone. Just like that. Everything Lucius Malfoy, Draco's asshole father, had worked for was gone.

Coming back to reality, Draco realized that mostly all the survivors, including Potter were celebrating a feast inside. He let out a hoarse laugh that surprised him. It was ironic that the one person who Saint Potter would be dead without, had died to save him; for love. Love. Such a stupid thing. It made people weak and foolish. It had made Hermione; his Hermione, throw away her life for a prick like Potter. Waking from his reverie, Draco looked at Hermione's chocolate brown hair and stroked it softly as a single tear, as if it was his last bit of hope and life, dropped. The last thing he said was, "Gone forever..." before he turned his wand on himself and, in a flash of green light, fell in a heap at Hermione's feet.

I never wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me there's just no hope
I never meant to be so cold