The moment I saw you cry
By: Princess Ashley
Well, like many times before, I've gotten another favorite in couples. Harry/Pansy. I've read some fics about Pansy and Harry, to make sure I wasn't copying anyone when I wrote this fic, and so far, no one has written about this particular type of fanfic. So, that makes me feel better when I get my own original idea. *bows* Thank you to all of you that took time out of your precious schedule to read this, if any.*-_; * It makes me sad when no one reviews my fics. I get easily discouraged. Well, here is the fic! Talk to ya'll later!
(Insert Disclaimer here)
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The moment I saw you cry: Song by Mandy Moore Story by: Princess Ashley
There was no need to be mad, but yet the anger flared up inside Pansy's stained and faded heart, for which she had never used it much, and never intended to. People thought she loved Draco Malfoy, but they were wrong, she could care less about any of the Slytherins. She saw them as nothing more than a bunch of broods she'd be in the same league with when she became a death eater, working for the Darkest Lord to walk the blood stained earth, with the exception of Salazar Slytherin. Nothing really could be done about him, but then.
In her second year, all the Slytherins were talking about Harry Potter, and how everyone thought he was the heir of Slytherin. Well, no one ever said he wasn't. Even though the Slytherins pretended that they knew he wasn't, she knew they were all secretly scared that he was. And that that bonding with the founder of their house would there by give him the power to rule them and they would be at his every whim. By being connected with him, it would be their debt to do what he wanted and see that whatever was expected of them fulfill itself to please his great great great great grandfather or something. Pansy still thought that he was the heir of Slytherin. She didn't know why, but it was believable. For all she knew, he could have the Dark Mark on his arm that was always covered with his black robes. But that wasn't believable. What kind of idiot would join up with the person who killed his parents? He could just be going through with Salazar's plan for work domination and bringing everyone and everything into total darkness, including Voldemort himself.
She never said this to anyone, but she had a certain admiration for Harry. He was able to live through the curse given off by the Dark Lord, the most powerful wizard in the world, and survived with only a scare. He would still stand tall even though his friends were ever so frequently leaving him, like Ron did in the Triward Tournament, and Hermione would every time Harry would go to Ron's side in a fight. With friends like that, they could put even Draco Malfoy out of business. He's seen things. He's seen things that most of us will never have to deal with. He is wiser than most of us in a way. His eyes hold the sadness and the pain that the world will never have to endure because he will always be there to take the blasts, and he will always be there to protect us. That's why some people don't appreciate him. Even though he has saved everyone's lives from what would soon have become if he didn't stop Voldemort that night. They don't even think about if they would still be alive if Harry didn't stop him, and yet they constantly blame him for countless things that Harry himself would never dream of.
Pansy had wandered unknowingly down to the lake, where the stars shined overhead, and tipped the treetops and made the lake shimmer with the steady ripples made by a constant and unknown source. One of earths many wonders. But then something was there that she didn't see every night when she walked these paths down to the lake. She looked around one of the pines, only to see the last person on earth she would expect to be out past school hours, thereby breaking school rules.
~I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended so soon
You were all by yourself
Starring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed~
He sat there by the lake, the stars crowning his jet-black hair, shimmering with all the tousles that were always there, and for no reason at all other than the fact that he was born with that hair. The last specks of sunlight vanished over the trees of the Forbidden Forest, but the sparkle never left his eyes. It was always there, when he was laughing with his friends, or when he was angry, which she saw a lot of, and the flames erupting in them, all anger he had in him were either directed at the Slytherins, Snape, or Voldemort. His most deadly weapon, his glare could pierce hearts, and tear them in an instant at the same time. But she was one of the few who could keep from looking away, and glare right back at him, even though it pained her to see someone that was supposedly so pure that Voldemort couldn't touch him.
But there was an extra sparkle this time, and it continued down his shadowed cheeks. She was startled; she had never seen this emotion on him before. But there he was, the boy-who-lived, the one who had survived so many things and still standing and willing to protect even those who he hated by his life or death.and he was crying.
~In places no one will find
All your feeling so deep inside
Was there that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry.~
He wore nothing but a pair of dark jeans, and there was a jean jacket hanging on a tree branch by where he sat, no shoes, and feet in the lake, swaying them back and forth. It seemed that he released all his worries, fears, and feelings into the lake, where all his memories, sadness and depression was put to rest, and was added to every time he came down there.
Pansy took a step forward, and her soft shoes made sure she didn't make a sound as she crossed the damp grass across to the lake where the boy sat on the ground, reflecting on his misery. She felt connected to him, now that she knew that even the boy-who-lived was just like everyone else, and not a ruthless, invincible, silhouette who did everything right and never made mistakes. And had no worries or sorrows. And only expressed anger and happiness towards other people. She was standing right behind him, and yet the swishing of his feet seemed to keep him from sensing her presence.
"Take a picture, cause your never going to see me like this again." He said, a roughness in his voice.
Pansy was taken aback, so, he did know she was there.
"I don't use those muggle inventions." She said, as a comeback. She was not known to back down, even if it was Draco Malfoy himself.
"Of course, how could I have forgotten? Then why are you here, thinking of ways you can turn this into a hilarity story to share with the Slytherins? Go ahead, it doesn't matter anymore." There was a slight depression in his talk, as if he was about to do something that would even put himself to tears.
She didn't want to, she believed it took a lot of courage to show emotions, and that it was cowardly to keep them inside.
"No, emotions are a gift, not a flaw." She said, and came to sit next to him.
~I was late in September
And I'd seen you before
You were always the cold one
But I was never that sure
You were all by yourself
Starring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed.~
He didn't move, and neither did she. They sat together looking out at the lake. Pansy took off her Indian style shoes. She loved those peasant girl looks, and the tan jackets. She was wearing wide belt tanned jean flares, and red sleeveless, the tan leather jacket. She put her foot in the water, testing its temperature. Then removed it quickly with a slight squeal. Then laughed a bit.
She giggled. "It's cold."
He smiled at her. "'Course, it's always cold, that's what makes it so soothing. It just kind of hits me, then it's easy to let go of things here, when there is nothing but the forest, the water, and the mermaids that can hear you." He turned back to the water, his eyes clouding over with the glimmers that went with the ripples.
"Don't you worry that the mermaids may tell someone?" She asked, turning to him.
He looked at her again. "They could tell Dumbledore, but there is nothing that they can tell him that he doesn't already know. He's like a father to me. I can tell him anything, and I go to him for advice as well. He knows what I am capable of, but he is still very protective of me. Other than him, I looked into it; there is no one in this entire school that can speak mer. 'cept maybe Hagrid of course, but he would already know as well."
"You and him seem really close." Pansy said, still starring at him, looking him in the eyes.
"We are, he is the only person I know that will never stab me in the back, and the one person I know I can count on. Ron is not always there, and neither is Hermione, Hagrid is the best friend I can ask for." He said, reflecting on his friendship with Hagrid.
" I noticed." She looked down, and reflected on all the nasty things she had said about Hagrid before, now knowing that she didn't know anything about him. "I'm sorry, for insulting him." She looked at his eyes this time.
His eyes sparkled, as though shocked. Then they turned to happiness. "It's okay. It's just a shame that most people can't see how great Hagrid and Dumbledore really are. They are as trustworthy as they come. And.they were the ones that saved me from the collapsing house right after Voldemort fled."
There was another tear coming from his right eye. "They were the ones that delivered me to my aunt and uncles house. They only want what's best for me. So I listen to them. And they listen to me."
Pansy was touched with his words. And reached over to wipe the tear from Harry's eye.
~In places no one will find
All your feelings so deep inside
Was then that I realized
That was forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry. ~
He felt her touch, and turned his thin face to her. His skin was full, and a pale red came across his face.
"Now I know. Is that enough?"
She kept her hand on his cheek, feeling his skin, and then it traveled up to his forehead, and them made a motion toward his scar.
"Can I?" She whispered, leaning closer to him, to get a better feel.
He was hesitant, she could tell. "I won't hurt you, I promise." She whispered, her cold breath was on his cheek.
He slowly nodded. Though was still unsure.
She traced the scar up and down, and was so gentle, it felt better. When anyone else would touch it, it would burn as though it would when Voldemort was near. But this didn't hurt him. It was weird.
She smiled at him. "That wasn't so bad was it?" she asked, and moved her hand, but automatically felt the need to go back.
He shook his head, and leaned back into the tree that he sat under, and closed his eyes. Pansy laid her head on his lap, and in a little while, they both fell asleep, Harry and Pansy's hand clasped together, and a blue light shining from there hands and glowed over the water, where the mermaids danced.
~And I wanted to hold you
I wanted to make it go away
I wanted to know you
I wanted to make your everything
I'll always remember
I was late afternoon
In places no one will find
All your feelings so deep inside
Was there that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
That moment I saw you cry
I think I saw you cry
The moment I saw you cry
I wanted to know you.~
-fin-
Bubye! Reviews would be greaty appreciated.
~mo
Well, like many times before, I've gotten another favorite in couples. Harry/Pansy. I've read some fics about Pansy and Harry, to make sure I wasn't copying anyone when I wrote this fic, and so far, no one has written about this particular type of fanfic. So, that makes me feel better when I get my own original idea. *bows* Thank you to all of you that took time out of your precious schedule to read this, if any.*-_; * It makes me sad when no one reviews my fics. I get easily discouraged. Well, here is the fic! Talk to ya'll later!
(Insert Disclaimer here)
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The moment I saw you cry: Song by Mandy Moore Story by: Princess Ashley
There was no need to be mad, but yet the anger flared up inside Pansy's stained and faded heart, for which she had never used it much, and never intended to. People thought she loved Draco Malfoy, but they were wrong, she could care less about any of the Slytherins. She saw them as nothing more than a bunch of broods she'd be in the same league with when she became a death eater, working for the Darkest Lord to walk the blood stained earth, with the exception of Salazar Slytherin. Nothing really could be done about him, but then.
In her second year, all the Slytherins were talking about Harry Potter, and how everyone thought he was the heir of Slytherin. Well, no one ever said he wasn't. Even though the Slytherins pretended that they knew he wasn't, she knew they were all secretly scared that he was. And that that bonding with the founder of their house would there by give him the power to rule them and they would be at his every whim. By being connected with him, it would be their debt to do what he wanted and see that whatever was expected of them fulfill itself to please his great great great great grandfather or something. Pansy still thought that he was the heir of Slytherin. She didn't know why, but it was believable. For all she knew, he could have the Dark Mark on his arm that was always covered with his black robes. But that wasn't believable. What kind of idiot would join up with the person who killed his parents? He could just be going through with Salazar's plan for work domination and bringing everyone and everything into total darkness, including Voldemort himself.
She never said this to anyone, but she had a certain admiration for Harry. He was able to live through the curse given off by the Dark Lord, the most powerful wizard in the world, and survived with only a scare. He would still stand tall even though his friends were ever so frequently leaving him, like Ron did in the Triward Tournament, and Hermione would every time Harry would go to Ron's side in a fight. With friends like that, they could put even Draco Malfoy out of business. He's seen things. He's seen things that most of us will never have to deal with. He is wiser than most of us in a way. His eyes hold the sadness and the pain that the world will never have to endure because he will always be there to take the blasts, and he will always be there to protect us. That's why some people don't appreciate him. Even though he has saved everyone's lives from what would soon have become if he didn't stop Voldemort that night. They don't even think about if they would still be alive if Harry didn't stop him, and yet they constantly blame him for countless things that Harry himself would never dream of.
Pansy had wandered unknowingly down to the lake, where the stars shined overhead, and tipped the treetops and made the lake shimmer with the steady ripples made by a constant and unknown source. One of earths many wonders. But then something was there that she didn't see every night when she walked these paths down to the lake. She looked around one of the pines, only to see the last person on earth she would expect to be out past school hours, thereby breaking school rules.
~I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended so soon
You were all by yourself
Starring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed~
He sat there by the lake, the stars crowning his jet-black hair, shimmering with all the tousles that were always there, and for no reason at all other than the fact that he was born with that hair. The last specks of sunlight vanished over the trees of the Forbidden Forest, but the sparkle never left his eyes. It was always there, when he was laughing with his friends, or when he was angry, which she saw a lot of, and the flames erupting in them, all anger he had in him were either directed at the Slytherins, Snape, or Voldemort. His most deadly weapon, his glare could pierce hearts, and tear them in an instant at the same time. But she was one of the few who could keep from looking away, and glare right back at him, even though it pained her to see someone that was supposedly so pure that Voldemort couldn't touch him.
But there was an extra sparkle this time, and it continued down his shadowed cheeks. She was startled; she had never seen this emotion on him before. But there he was, the boy-who-lived, the one who had survived so many things and still standing and willing to protect even those who he hated by his life or death.and he was crying.
~In places no one will find
All your feeling so deep inside
Was there that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry.~
He wore nothing but a pair of dark jeans, and there was a jean jacket hanging on a tree branch by where he sat, no shoes, and feet in the lake, swaying them back and forth. It seemed that he released all his worries, fears, and feelings into the lake, where all his memories, sadness and depression was put to rest, and was added to every time he came down there.
Pansy took a step forward, and her soft shoes made sure she didn't make a sound as she crossed the damp grass across to the lake where the boy sat on the ground, reflecting on his misery. She felt connected to him, now that she knew that even the boy-who-lived was just like everyone else, and not a ruthless, invincible, silhouette who did everything right and never made mistakes. And had no worries or sorrows. And only expressed anger and happiness towards other people. She was standing right behind him, and yet the swishing of his feet seemed to keep him from sensing her presence.
"Take a picture, cause your never going to see me like this again." He said, a roughness in his voice.
Pansy was taken aback, so, he did know she was there.
"I don't use those muggle inventions." She said, as a comeback. She was not known to back down, even if it was Draco Malfoy himself.
"Of course, how could I have forgotten? Then why are you here, thinking of ways you can turn this into a hilarity story to share with the Slytherins? Go ahead, it doesn't matter anymore." There was a slight depression in his talk, as if he was about to do something that would even put himself to tears.
She didn't want to, she believed it took a lot of courage to show emotions, and that it was cowardly to keep them inside.
"No, emotions are a gift, not a flaw." She said, and came to sit next to him.
~I was late in September
And I'd seen you before
You were always the cold one
But I was never that sure
You were all by yourself
Starring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed.~
He didn't move, and neither did she. They sat together looking out at the lake. Pansy took off her Indian style shoes. She loved those peasant girl looks, and the tan jackets. She was wearing wide belt tanned jean flares, and red sleeveless, the tan leather jacket. She put her foot in the water, testing its temperature. Then removed it quickly with a slight squeal. Then laughed a bit.
She giggled. "It's cold."
He smiled at her. "'Course, it's always cold, that's what makes it so soothing. It just kind of hits me, then it's easy to let go of things here, when there is nothing but the forest, the water, and the mermaids that can hear you." He turned back to the water, his eyes clouding over with the glimmers that went with the ripples.
"Don't you worry that the mermaids may tell someone?" She asked, turning to him.
He looked at her again. "They could tell Dumbledore, but there is nothing that they can tell him that he doesn't already know. He's like a father to me. I can tell him anything, and I go to him for advice as well. He knows what I am capable of, but he is still very protective of me. Other than him, I looked into it; there is no one in this entire school that can speak mer. 'cept maybe Hagrid of course, but he would already know as well."
"You and him seem really close." Pansy said, still starring at him, looking him in the eyes.
"We are, he is the only person I know that will never stab me in the back, and the one person I know I can count on. Ron is not always there, and neither is Hermione, Hagrid is the best friend I can ask for." He said, reflecting on his friendship with Hagrid.
" I noticed." She looked down, and reflected on all the nasty things she had said about Hagrid before, now knowing that she didn't know anything about him. "I'm sorry, for insulting him." She looked at his eyes this time.
His eyes sparkled, as though shocked. Then they turned to happiness. "It's okay. It's just a shame that most people can't see how great Hagrid and Dumbledore really are. They are as trustworthy as they come. And.they were the ones that saved me from the collapsing house right after Voldemort fled."
There was another tear coming from his right eye. "They were the ones that delivered me to my aunt and uncles house. They only want what's best for me. So I listen to them. And they listen to me."
Pansy was touched with his words. And reached over to wipe the tear from Harry's eye.
~In places no one will find
All your feelings so deep inside
Was then that I realized
That was forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry. ~
He felt her touch, and turned his thin face to her. His skin was full, and a pale red came across his face.
"Now I know. Is that enough?"
She kept her hand on his cheek, feeling his skin, and then it traveled up to his forehead, and them made a motion toward his scar.
"Can I?" She whispered, leaning closer to him, to get a better feel.
He was hesitant, she could tell. "I won't hurt you, I promise." She whispered, her cold breath was on his cheek.
He slowly nodded. Though was still unsure.
She traced the scar up and down, and was so gentle, it felt better. When anyone else would touch it, it would burn as though it would when Voldemort was near. But this didn't hurt him. It was weird.
She smiled at him. "That wasn't so bad was it?" she asked, and moved her hand, but automatically felt the need to go back.
He shook his head, and leaned back into the tree that he sat under, and closed his eyes. Pansy laid her head on his lap, and in a little while, they both fell asleep, Harry and Pansy's hand clasped together, and a blue light shining from there hands and glowed over the water, where the mermaids danced.
~And I wanted to hold you
I wanted to make it go away
I wanted to know you
I wanted to make your everything
I'll always remember
I was late afternoon
In places no one will find
All your feelings so deep inside
Was there that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
That moment I saw you cry
I think I saw you cry
The moment I saw you cry
I wanted to know you.~
-fin-
Bubye! Reviews would be greaty appreciated.
~mo