A.N. Okay, this is very strange. It's Ron's mental image of Hermione talking about his mind. WAIT! DON'T LEAVE ME JUST BECAUSE I AM SLIGHTLY INSANE! IT'S NOT A BAD STORY JUST VERY STRANGE! ::sighs as some readers click out of story, shaking there heads and muttering about straight jackets:: For all of you who remain, thank you and please review. If you want to make it Harry and Hermione or some other combination, fine. There are no names. Thank you! :)
Did You Lose Me Somewhere?
By Corynth
When you were wandering in the cavernous depths of your mind, I seem to recall going with you. As you were trying to find yourself, I was there. I firmly believe this is why you said you loved me. Because I haunted your mind. I followed around your conscious thought, banging any thoughts I could find and making a racket, until you eventually realised I was doing it for a reason. I moaned and screamed through all the dreams you had, lingering in your mind's eye even after you awoke in breathless chills, until you eventually realised I had a purpose. Sure, it took you awhile, but you came 'round, and let me tell you, it was worth the wait.
After I pushed you to the verge of insanity, put you up on a ledge and gave you two ways out: the window, or into my arms, I continued to stroll about your thoughts, but now with lavender scents and dizzying beauty following me. You were in love, and the only banging I did on your thoughts was when I danced and sung, my feet, my words, bouncing off the parallels of your mind. No longer was I an unseelie bearer of suffering, but I the Angel of Salvation, and you worshipped me as a goddess. You had two Elysiums, that of reality and that of fantasy. And might I inform you that I, your image of your one true love, made fantasy the true Elysium. I am surprised you didn't revoke yourself, and simply live in your mind. I've heard I'm very down-to-earth in reality, perhaps that was what kept you from escaping the dull, mundane-ness of the real world. I ask you, was it worth it?
Perhaps it was something out there in the real world, a place I have never been, that caused the gradual change in your mind. The sunny, endless days we lolled about began to fade and gray, until they were raging, storm ridden places where happiness could not breathe and therefore died. Yes, I'd seen the place before, but it was always fleeting, and after it was gone, I participated in a sweet, sugar-oozing makeup scene again and again. However, when you hated me, me that image that had confused you, then adored you and comforted you, the barren land of grief did not fade and I was left there. You paid me heed, though hostile, for a while, but soon I faded, only to return to you in fleeting thoughts you had. They were so quick I couldn't decipher. Were they regret? What happened out there? Why was I suddenly not the main image in you mind? Did we fight out there? What tore me away from you? Though I rarely admitted it without your command, I loved you, and I love you still. You were funny and witty, and the time I spent with you was bliss and ambrosia. It was Elysium for me, too. I begin to wonder if you lost me somewhere. Perhaps something pushed me away. Was it a death or an affair or something of that measure? Perhaps in passing some frightening area of your consciousness, you dropped me from your safe embrace and lost me. If so, how long until you find me?