Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fake It by Seether.
Who's to know if your soul will fade at all,
The one you sold to fool the world.
You lost your self esteem along the way.
Yeah.
Good God, You're coming up with reasons.
Good God, You're dragging it out.
Good God, it's the changing of the seasons.
I feel so raped.
So follow me down.
Hermione furrowed her brow in distaste as the song rang around her. She reached to switch stations, very briefly taking her eyes off the road, but letting them quickly flicker back. Leaves flew at the windshield like bullets in the dark, wet night.
"Don't."
Her hand froze, inches from the dial.
"I like this song."
And just fake it, if you're out of direction.
Fake it, if you don't belong here.
Fake it, if you feel like infection .
Whoa, You're such a fuckin' hypocrite.
And you should know that the
lies won't hide your flaws.
No sense in hiding all of yours.
You gave up on your dreams along the way.
Yeah.
Her gaze flew to the rear-view mirror. Her hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, fingernails digging into her palms.
His calculating eyes shone, bright red in the dark car. He lounged lazily in her backseat. His lean legs, encased in black pressed pants, were crossed. He watched her idly, looking very much like a panther, bored, but ready to pounce. The top two buttons of his dark maroon shirt was undone, showing a slip of pale skin.
Good God, You're coming up with reasons.
Good God, You're dragging it out.
Good God, it's the changing of the seasons.
I feel so raped.
So follow me down.
And just fake it, if you're out of direction.
Fake it, if you don't belong here.
Fake it, if you feel like infection.
Whoa, You're such a fuckin' hypocrite.
Whoa, Whoa.
"What are you doing in my car?" she ground out, trying very intently to watch the road, but gaze always flying back to the dark, dangerous, sexy man in her car.
"Why, Hermione, that's not very welcoming. Aren't you glad to see me?" His velvety cool voice teasing her, quiet but not without sting. "That last night we had together was-"
"No, I'm not."
"-fantastic."
I can fake with the best of anyone.
I can fake with the best of 'em all.
I can fake with the best of anyone.
I can fake it all.
Who's to know if your soul will fade at all,
The one you sold to fool the world.
You lost your self esteem along the way.
Yeah.
"You know," he said slowly. "They say objects in the mirror…"
Hermione gasped as she felt his hot breath on her ear; he was now in the passenger seat, leaning over to gently brush the shell of her ear with his smooth, frighteningly cold, lips.
"Are closer than they appear."
Good God, You're coming up with reasons.
Good God, You're dragging it out.
Good God, it's the changing of the seasons.
I feel so raped.
Man follow me down.
And just fake it, if you're out of direction.
Fake it, if you don't belong here.
Fake it, if you feel like infection.
Whoa, You're such a fuckin' hypocrite.
He whispered the lyrics into her ear. A shiver exploded through her, contrasted by a deep-seated, muffled burning in the pit of her stomach. His words held no malice, no spite. They were almost a gentle mocking with words that he knew to be true.
And then he was gone.
Fake it, if you're out of direction.
Fake it, if you don't belong here.
Fake it, if you feel like infection.
Whoa, You're such a fuckin' hypocrite.
"You're such a fucking hypocrite."
I love this song, from the first time I heard it. I like this story a whole lot more than Caged, that's for sure. I think he seems sexier here, and there's more of a story. In case it wasn't clear, the last line was Voldemort's. Review, please!
- Red