a/n: please read the lyrics in bold while listening to the song, hopefully it works but I've tried to make it such that you can read it in time with the song (if not it's ok you can just read it normally aka skip the lyrics in bold & listen to the song in the background :'))
Song used for fic: Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu by The Maine
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What would you say if you could say
Everything you needed to
To the one, you needed to?
She races desperately after him, footsteps beating an inconsistent tattoo onto the cobblestone ground.
Turning corners, glancing down corridors, searching with tears streaming down her supple cheeks.
There.
She skids almost to a halt before swinging giddily down the hallway.
I lose my voice when I look at you
Can't make a noise though I'm trying to
Tell you all the right words
Waiting on the right words
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words
He stands before the floor-to-ceiling, velvet framed window, staring out at the world below in suffocating silence, his breath fogging up a single glass pane.
She stumbles forward ungracefully at speed before catching herself. Sodding slippery shoes.
He’s beautiful, she thinks. Alabaster skin with all his sharp edges, pale golden hair glistening in the cold morning light. An angel.
She comes to a stop just behind him, keeping her distance. Sniffling, she scrubs at her swollen eyes to rid herself of the tears, but she can’t rid herself of the overwhelming ache in her chest.
You crash like a rolling wave
You come around I lose my brain
Can't find the sound under my tongue
When I look at you
“You were right,” she mutters between choking sobs, “you were right all along.”
He turns around, and the look in his eyes is a stark contrast from the freezing castle draughts.
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words
It’s warm and concerned and pitying and affectionate and she can’t help but slip further into her incoherent bawling.
He can’t speak, he just beckons her over.
And she collapses into his arms.
I've been searching for the right words
Right words, but I
I can't even find an echo
Don't you let go
“Thank you, Draco.”
There are only twenty
Six letters I can use
Just to tell you I won't let go
Don't you let go
He pulls her closer, and mumbles the three words she needs to hear the most.
Tell you all the right words
Waiting on the right words
“Weasley’s a git.”
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words
She chuckles through her tears, and he truly sees, they were the right words.
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words
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dramione oneshots
Fanfictiondramione isn't about good girl meets bad boy. It's about prejudice, and learning to overcome that for love. a series of dramione oneshots
