A/n- her thoughts are in
italics, song lyrics in bold italics, and plot in regular font.
Still Holding Out
Hermione walked into Harry and her house. Setting down
her briefcase, she looked down the hallway, instinctively to look for her
husband. And like every other day for the past week, reality hit her. She
walked over to the radio, and sank into the couch. Then a slow song filled the
room.
Never
thought I'd be in this place
It's someone
else's life I'm living
Wish I were
living a lie
She let out a sob. The song seemed to speak her feeling.
She could feel the tears sliding down her cheeks, and she accepted them,
letting them slide into her parted mouth, tasting their bitterness on her
tongue.
The hardest
part is when the bough breaks
Falling down
and then forgiving
You didn't
kiss me good-bye
I'm choking
on the words I didn't get to say
And pray I
get the chance one day.
Tears were now pouring down her cheeks. She leaned over,
and the fell off her face onto the carpet.
I still run,
I still swing open the door
I still
think you'll be there like before
Doesn't
everybody out there know to never come around
Some things
a heart won't listen to
I'm still
holding out for you
So true, she
thought. It had seemed that every since Harry had lost that fateful duel with
Voldemort, that her whole world had fallen apart.
I can hear
you smile in the dark
I can even
feel your breathing
But daylight
chases the ghosts
I see your
coat and I fall apart
To those
hints of you I'm clinging
Now's when I
need them most
As if the
song was speaking to her, she spotted Harry's Firebolt hanging on the wall,
from when they both decided to retire their magical careers to save their
marriage. The memory brought her the first feeling of happiness that she had
felt in days.
I should get
up, dry my eyes and move ahead
At least
that's what you would have said
Feeling a new wave of tears overcome
her, she absent-mindedly reached for her car keys, and wiped her eyes, allowing
herself to follow her gut feeling, and visit Harry's grave. She left the radio
on and as she went in the garage, and started the car, she heard the song
continue.
Oh, whoa
I still run,
I still swing open the door
I still
think you'll be there like before
Doesn't
everybody out there know to never come around
Some things
a heart won't listen to
I'm still
holding out for you
It was a short drive, and as soon as she pulled up to the
graveyard, she flung herself out of the car, and arrived at Harry's grave. The
bridge of the song floated to her, and she realized – although she didn't care –
that she had left the car running.
Faithfully I
trace your name while you sleep
It's the
only true comfort I feel
She ran her
hand across the headstone, feeling the letters underneath her fingertips spell
out the words: Harry Potter.
Yeah,
I still run,
I still swing open the door
I still
think you'll be there like before
Hermione let
the tears come freely now, as she knelt there on Harry's grave. Soon enough,
the ground had become damp.
I still run,
I still swing open the door (-or)
I still
think you'll be there like before
Doesn't
everybody out there know to never come around
Some things
a heart won't listen to
I'm still
holding out (out)
For you
She pulled
herself up, and wiped her eyes, then turned and started to walk back to her
car. Four feet away, she turned around and looked at the only thing that
remained of her husband, then set back off to her car.
(Holding
out)
Holding out
For you
She sat in the driver's seat and as the song finished,
she dried her eyes once more. The next song was quite up beat, so she turned
off the radio, and drove home to her empty house in silence.
A/n- yeah I know, it's kinda
depressing, but I heard this song on the radio and told myself that I had to do
it. Please no flames about how stupid country is or any of that stuff, but criticism
is ok, just please don't diss the singers, it's not their fault they were used
in a sappy romance fic and that you don't like them
Disclaimer- I definitely do not
own Harry Potter, the wonderful J.K. Rowling does. And I don't own the song
SHeDAISY and the songwriters: Kristyn Osborn and Richard Marx do.