A/N:: I was listening to the song "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" and realized that although the words are hopefully, the voice singing, male or female, young or old, is always etched with lonliness and melancholy. This stemmed from listening to that song on repeat during Christmas.
I know that it is a few weeks late, please forgive me.
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
A melancholy Christmas carol. A complete oxymoron in and of itself. Christmas carols were supposed to be joyous and festive. They were supposed to make your bones warm against the winter chill. They were supposed to make you smile and feel content in a world where everyone was at peace for one single night. Unfortunately, this Christmas not everyone was at peace. Not everyone was smiling. Hermione listened to the voice of Ol' Blue Eyes over the radio, as the crooner sang to her in loneliness.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light,
From now on,
Our troubles will be out of sight.
How she wished all of her troubles were out of sight. How she wished she could just join the rest of the world in happiness for the holiday season. But night after night she got no rest, she had no smiles to share with the rest of the world. As soon as December first hit she hid in her flat and only left when absolutely necessary.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yule-tide gay
From now on
Our troubles will be miles away
They got together on Christmas. It started as a quick meeting under the mistletoe during the holidays of her sixth year at Hogwarts. She never could have believed that in a time so dark and ominous she had finally found a light. Something to make her smile and something that made her warm inside. They kept it a secret. They didn't know what was coming next. They didn't know whom they would hurt. But over the Christmas holidays they found time to be together.
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through letters they stayed in contact while he ran his store and she attended school. They shared a single dance at Bill and Fleur's wedding. When she listened to the radio deep in the woods with Harry she could hear him talking to her at the end of the night. They didn't have much time together. The few moments they could spare were spent remembering Christmas and the holiday that brought them together.
Through the years
We all will be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.
Tears dripped down her cheeks as she lay on the couch in her living room. Her eyes reflected the lights from the small tree set up in the corner. A small bird was balanced on one of the evergreen branches. The silver feathers glittered softly in the light as the wings flapped every few moments. It was a present from him that had been waiting for her when she returned from her journey with Ron and Harry. She closed her eyes and pulled a pillow to her chest. They were supposed to spend this Christmas together, and every Christmas for the rest of their lives. They were supposed to be together. But now all she had were memories. Melancholy memories of mistletoe and snow. For thirty-one days and nights Hermione wept, listening to Sinatra and remembering.
