A/N: This is based on "Iris", by the Goo-goo dolls. Dagan is an ardent Harry/Hermione believer. This is so sad, a non-HP reader came close to crying.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now.
Harry sat, watching Ron enviously. The shy, awkwardness about him finally wore off, and with some help from Fred and George, he'd become a great flirt. Hermione occasionally sided with Ron, mainly to relax, but she reamined loyal to Harry. In fact, Ron was loyal, somewhat, but distant, very distant.
"He's at it again, isn't he." Hermione sighed. Harry nodded glummly She was also somewhat jealous. Since she and Harry weer only children, they had no older brother or sister to teach them how to flirt, or date, or be romantic. they just sat together and watched as Ron wooed another girl.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
"So," asked Ron at the lunch table. "Any plans for the dance?"
Harry almost choked on his pumpkin juice. 'How DARE he!' he thought. 'Ron knows I hate them!' Luckily, Hermione sensed the tension building in Harry.
"No plans yet, Ronnie. Maybe you can hook me up with one of your friends."
"Yeah... sure..." Ron replied absentmindedly. "Oh, there's Parvati. I need to check some Potions homework with her." He ran to catch her.
Harry and Hermione sat in silence, both miffed. Finally, Harry spoke.
"I guess that was 'good-bye'."
Hermione didn't answer.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
'I will not cry, I will not cry.' Hermione chanted to herself. Her rushed exit to the dorms went unnoticed in the cafeteria.
"Cream puffs." she whispered to the Fat Lady. She lasted until she got to her favorite armchair in the common room. Bawling, she reasoned no one would be coming for another thirty minutes.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive
Harry followed Hermione into the common room unbeknowest to her. He let her cry for a moment, and then went to her side. She reached for him, and he responded with a long embrace. he kissed her on the forehead and began to smooth her hair. She calmed after a while and started to laugh.
"What?" asked Harry, surprised at the sudden change of mood.
"Our first kiss," she explained. "And no witnesses, either!"
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Hermione stretched out, and propped her head up on her arm. "Will it always hurt, loosing Ron?"
"I don't think we've lost him, he's lost us. he'll grow out of it, maybe."
"We at least have each other."
Their eyes interlocked for a second, noth leaned in for a kiss. Like Harry's kiss on her forehead, this was still full of innocence. Then they became explorative. Then acting on some unknown impluse, Hermione stopped.
"We can't, Harry. I refuse to loose you, too."
Harry could see her ogic. He watched as the only female figure in his life got up and went to her dorm to get her books.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Harry curled into the armchair. This year, he lucked into getting a spot in a study hall, meaning he had an extra ninety minutes after lunch. He thought he might read, attempt homework, plot another hundred ways to humiliate Ron, think about Hermi...
'No, I can't.' he thought. 'She's right, it'll screw everything up even worse.' He thought of all they'd been through, especially Ron's transformation. But dating Hermione would be... what? What would it be? Nothing, absolutly nothing, Harry resolved.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Hermione came down the stairs. "I've been tinking. Maybe we could give it a try and stop if things get too weird."
"Ok," Harry smiled and rose to hug her. "Might as well make it formal. Hermione Granger, may i request your hand in date-ship?"
"Yes, you may, Harry Potter."
Both giggled, relieved of the tension that was freed from them. Hermione stopped suddenly.
"What about Ron? When do we tell him? *What* do we tell him?"
"Don't worry about Ron. We'll... I'll tell him when the time is right. He'll rejoin the human race soon enough. We'll be there when he does. Until then, we've got each other."
Hermione accepted this. She placed her hand on his cheek. "Harry, you're the best." She kissed him on the nose and left for her classes, waving before she went through the door.
He touched where her hand had been. "Bye," he almost choked out. If only he had a best friend to tell.
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now.
Harry sat, watching Ron enviously. The shy, awkwardness about him finally wore off, and with some help from Fred and George, he'd become a great flirt. Hermione occasionally sided with Ron, mainly to relax, but she reamined loyal to Harry. In fact, Ron was loyal, somewhat, but distant, very distant.
"He's at it again, isn't he." Hermione sighed. Harry nodded glummly She was also somewhat jealous. Since she and Harry weer only children, they had no older brother or sister to teach them how to flirt, or date, or be romantic. they just sat together and watched as Ron wooed another girl.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
"So," asked Ron at the lunch table. "Any plans for the dance?"
Harry almost choked on his pumpkin juice. 'How DARE he!' he thought. 'Ron knows I hate them!' Luckily, Hermione sensed the tension building in Harry.
"No plans yet, Ronnie. Maybe you can hook me up with one of your friends."
"Yeah... sure..." Ron replied absentmindedly. "Oh, there's Parvati. I need to check some Potions homework with her." He ran to catch her.
Harry and Hermione sat in silence, both miffed. Finally, Harry spoke.
"I guess that was 'good-bye'."
Hermione didn't answer.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
'I will not cry, I will not cry.' Hermione chanted to herself. Her rushed exit to the dorms went unnoticed in the cafeteria.
"Cream puffs." she whispered to the Fat Lady. She lasted until she got to her favorite armchair in the common room. Bawling, she reasoned no one would be coming for another thirty minutes.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive
Harry followed Hermione into the common room unbeknowest to her. He let her cry for a moment, and then went to her side. She reached for him, and he responded with a long embrace. he kissed her on the forehead and began to smooth her hair. She calmed after a while and started to laugh.
"What?" asked Harry, surprised at the sudden change of mood.
"Our first kiss," she explained. "And no witnesses, either!"
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Hermione stretched out, and propped her head up on her arm. "Will it always hurt, loosing Ron?"
"I don't think we've lost him, he's lost us. he'll grow out of it, maybe."
"We at least have each other."
Their eyes interlocked for a second, noth leaned in for a kiss. Like Harry's kiss on her forehead, this was still full of innocence. Then they became explorative. Then acting on some unknown impluse, Hermione stopped.
"We can't, Harry. I refuse to loose you, too."
Harry could see her ogic. He watched as the only female figure in his life got up and went to her dorm to get her books.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Harry curled into the armchair. This year, he lucked into getting a spot in a study hall, meaning he had an extra ninety minutes after lunch. He thought he might read, attempt homework, plot another hundred ways to humiliate Ron, think about Hermi...
'No, I can't.' he thought. 'She's right, it'll screw everything up even worse.' He thought of all they'd been through, especially Ron's transformation. But dating Hermione would be... what? What would it be? Nothing, absolutly nothing, Harry resolved.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Hermione came down the stairs. "I've been tinking. Maybe we could give it a try and stop if things get too weird."
"Ok," Harry smiled and rose to hug her. "Might as well make it formal. Hermione Granger, may i request your hand in date-ship?"
"Yes, you may, Harry Potter."
Both giggled, relieved of the tension that was freed from them. Hermione stopped suddenly.
"What about Ron? When do we tell him? *What* do we tell him?"
"Don't worry about Ron. We'll... I'll tell him when the time is right. He'll rejoin the human race soon enough. We'll be there when he does. Until then, we've got each other."
Hermione accepted this. She placed her hand on his cheek. "Harry, you're the best." She kissed him on the nose and left for her classes, waving before she went through the door.
He touched where her hand had been. "Bye," he almost choked out. If only he had a best friend to tell.
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am