A/N: So ok, I got bored and whipped this up in about five minuets. I could
have made it longer but what the hey. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I OWN THEM ALL.THEY ARE ALL MINE!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.okay okay, so I don't own any of them. They all belong to J.K.R.
Dreaming of Death
I saw her every day in the corridors walking along with the two muggle- lovers. What would father think of me if he knew my secret love? What would Lord Voldermort think? What would happen to fathers' reputation if word got out his only son had fallen in love with a mudblood?
When I saw her brown curls bobbing up and down my heart beat. When I saw her smile at them my blood boiled with jealousy. When I saw her crying my heart melted like a pound of butter in the summer sun. When I saw her scowl at me my heart stopped beating.
How can I ever be happy without her by my side? Things could have been so much different if she was a pure blood, if she was in Slytherin with me.no, if I could have been in Gryffindor with her without the two henchmen.
I wish I could have chosen the light like her. She was so pure, so sweet, so caring, and so intelligent. I threw it all away. I could have made her mine. What possessed me? Why did I do what the told me too? Why didn't I save her when I had the chance? Why is life so cruel? What did I do to deserve this fate?
I had to hurt her. I had to make her feel the pain I felt in my heart when she chose him. The hero of our people. I hate him. I hate every inch of him down to the last blood cell in his body. He could see I loved her. That's why he did it. He only made her love him to spite me.
There was no other option but to kill him. I had to do it. I did not do it for my master as they think. I did it out of hate. I did it out of spite and jealousy. I tortured him in front of her making them both scream. The dream team. Dumbledore's little perfects.
When he died she started to cry. I couldn't stop her. She made me angry, even angrier than before. I hurt her. I couldn't control myself. I made her twist and writhe on the ground, screaming and crying. She didn't even cry because of the pain though, she cried because he was dead. Her one true love.
I couldn't stand the pain of hearing her scream. I killed her, or she would have gone mad. As mad as I was. Madly in love. The girl I loved, so close but yet so far.
As soon as I had done it I hated myself more than ever before. To see her lying there so peacefully, still warm. I couldn't live any longer; I had to take my own life. To live without my loved one would be like living in a world with no sun.
And now I lie dying, the blood from my wrists trickling in rivulets along the floor. At last I hold her in my arms. Deaths embrace taking me at last to peace, the touch of her lips on mine, already cold. Now I rest, my eyes close for the last time in the arms of my sweet one, my Hermione.
Disclaimer: I OWN THEM ALL.THEY ARE ALL MINE!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.okay okay, so I don't own any of them. They all belong to J.K.R.
Dreaming of Death
I saw her every day in the corridors walking along with the two muggle- lovers. What would father think of me if he knew my secret love? What would Lord Voldermort think? What would happen to fathers' reputation if word got out his only son had fallen in love with a mudblood?
When I saw her brown curls bobbing up and down my heart beat. When I saw her smile at them my blood boiled with jealousy. When I saw her crying my heart melted like a pound of butter in the summer sun. When I saw her scowl at me my heart stopped beating.
How can I ever be happy without her by my side? Things could have been so much different if she was a pure blood, if she was in Slytherin with me.no, if I could have been in Gryffindor with her without the two henchmen.
I wish I could have chosen the light like her. She was so pure, so sweet, so caring, and so intelligent. I threw it all away. I could have made her mine. What possessed me? Why did I do what the told me too? Why didn't I save her when I had the chance? Why is life so cruel? What did I do to deserve this fate?
I had to hurt her. I had to make her feel the pain I felt in my heart when she chose him. The hero of our people. I hate him. I hate every inch of him down to the last blood cell in his body. He could see I loved her. That's why he did it. He only made her love him to spite me.
There was no other option but to kill him. I had to do it. I did not do it for my master as they think. I did it out of hate. I did it out of spite and jealousy. I tortured him in front of her making them both scream. The dream team. Dumbledore's little perfects.
When he died she started to cry. I couldn't stop her. She made me angry, even angrier than before. I hurt her. I couldn't control myself. I made her twist and writhe on the ground, screaming and crying. She didn't even cry because of the pain though, she cried because he was dead. Her one true love.
I couldn't stand the pain of hearing her scream. I killed her, or she would have gone mad. As mad as I was. Madly in love. The girl I loved, so close but yet so far.
As soon as I had done it I hated myself more than ever before. To see her lying there so peacefully, still warm. I couldn't live any longer; I had to take my own life. To live without my loved one would be like living in a world with no sun.
And now I lie dying, the blood from my wrists trickling in rivulets along the floor. At last I hold her in my arms. Deaths embrace taking me at last to peace, the touch of her lips on mine, already cold. Now I rest, my eyes close for the last time in the arms of my sweet one, my Hermione.