A/N: Sooooooooooo, I got inspiration from this song because it is my new favorite song. All of the songs I write songfics for are either my favorite songs or one that's been stuck in my head.
Disclaimer: I am only borrowing these characters from the wonderful Jo Rowling. Plot is entirely mine. Song belongs to Bruno Mars. Anything that isn't mine, I wouldn't be turned off to the idea of owning, soooo…
I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back
I figured you were in the Muggle world, just trying to get away from other witches and wizards. Most likely in Muggle London, drinking Muggle drinks, doing Muggle guys. I missed you so much I couldn't even bear it.
My neighbors think I'm crazy
But they don't understand,
You're all I have
You're all I have
Blaise says I need to get over you and move on. I just can't, though. You were my first love. No one ever forgets their first love. If you do, you're very, very sick.
At night when the stars
Light up my room
I sit by myself
I sit by the window every night. Breathing deeply, playing through unreal fantasy scenarios in my mind. You are always my lover, we always have beautiful kids.
Talking to the moon
Try to get to you
In hopes you're on
The other side
Talking to me, too.
Or am I a fool
Who sits alone?
Talking to the moon
"I miss you." I say to no one, facing the stars and the moon. I really do miss you. I know you're somewhere, sleeping. Probably dreaming of your own beautiful world. When I sleep, I dream of you, you know. Do you ever think of me like I think of you?
I'm feeling like I'm famous
The talk of the town
They say I've gone mad
Yeah
I've gone mad
But they don't know
What I know
Ever since the war, no one's left me alone (you know, my family and I being loyal Death Eaters and all). They ask me questions about V-You Know Who. I never answer, instead I hide my head. That just opens doors to new questions.
Cause when the sun goes down
Someone's talking back
Yeah
They're talking back
I do the same thing every day. Get up, get ready, eat, go out for an hour, dodge questions, eat, go home, do little things, eat, think of you, and sometimes sleep. I get very little sleep, if any at all. That's why this would only be as worthwhile as it may seem if you thought of me, too.
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the moon
Try to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side
Talking to me, too.
Or am I a fool
Who sits alone?
Talking to the moon
You've probably already met a nice Muggle guy, you probably already live together. Would I have like him otherwise? Probably not, he's Muggle. And he took you from me.
Ahh, Ahh
Ahh, Ahh
Do you ever hear me calling?
Cause every night I'm talking to the moon
Still trying to get to you
This may sound obsessive, but I want to owl you. Just to see if you're okay. How well you're getting on without Weasel and- Ron and Hermione (I know how much you hate it when I call them Weasel and Mudblood, so I've done my best to stop) there to back you up. It must be tough, knowing after ten years of being together, that they're gone.
In hopes you're on the other side
Talking to me, too
Or am I a fool
Who sits alone?
Talking to the moon
I got an owl from you today. You said you've been thinking of me, hoping I've been thinking of you. You love and miss me. You live in the Muggle world, confirming my suspicions. You are still single. You miss Ron and Hermione. Basic little ramblings in your chicken scratch handwriting. It all made me smile nonetheless. We set up a date to meet at the Leaky Cauldron on Friday.
I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I met up with you today. I told you how my life has been and how I've been getting on. Told you how I thought about you every night. Sat by my window. Alone. Talking to the moon, hoping you're talking to me, too.