One-shot about Draco going to lose Hermione in 'The war.'

The good, and the bad world.

Happiness and darkness, it's al the same.

Sick making glory, sick making fame.

The hollow laugh, loading and aim.

Shot the innocent.

Like it's just a game.

Following rules.

Walk the same paths.

Frightened from the sun.

Think pain, walk on.

Nothing works.

Nothing hears.

Your on your one.

With happy fears.

A glass with blood.

A glass with air.

A head with snakes.

A head with hair.

A wall for good.

A wall for bad.

It's al the same,

that makes my sad.

The differences,

are so small.

Between my world.

Between them al.

I have so much worries,

and so much hate.

But losing Hermione,

Is my fait.