"I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guiatar gently weeps."
Harry's eyes fluttered open at the sound of an acoustic guitar being strum, and someone's voice singing along to its melodies. He turned his head to his left and saw Draco sitting next to him on the bed, his head leaning against the headboard, his hands moving deftly from memory upon the strings. Draco noticed Harry stirring and looked over at him, smiling and singing to him.
"I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps."
Harry had sat up by now, sitting next to Draco and listening to his talented lover. He ran his hands through Draco's silky, blonde hair as watched his soft, luscious lips moving to the lyrics of the song.
"I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you."
Sirius watched and listened as Draco played and Harry watched adoringly through a small crack in the door. He smiled to himself, remembering when he and Remus used to listen to just such music while they made love in Remus' apartment. It had been a long time since that had occured, though, and his eyes were sad as he watched Harry and Draco.
"I look at the world, and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps."
Sirius heard this being sung ever so softly in his ear. He felt warm arms wrap around his waist and smiled as he recognized Remus' scent. He leaned his head back against Remus' shoulder and swayed with him as he listened to the werewolf's beautiful voice.
"With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps."
Hermione had walked into the kitchen and saw Sirius and Remus, just standing in the doorway as Remus sang softly, and heard Draco with his guitar in the bedroom, also singing, she supposed, to Harry.
"I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too."
Suddenly, she heard steps on the stairs and looked up to see Ron heading down towards her. She smiled at his sleepy bed head hair and his groggy smile. As he walked down the stairs, he walked past her, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the hallway next to the kitchen and held her close to dance. He sung, in his little off key way that Hermione loved, sleepily in her ear.
"I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you."
And there the three lovers were, lost quietly in their own peaceful worlds, combined through a single song. And there Ginny sat, at the top of the stairs, listening and watching, all alone. She mouthed the next lyrics to the song as she headed to the attic, laying down on her bundle of blankets, once inside. A single tear ran down the young woman's cheek.
"I look from the wings at the play you are staging
While my guitar gently weeps."
In an upstairs room, away from the young lovers, Severus sat in an antique leather chair in front of a fireplace, gingerly sipping his wine and staring into the fire.
"As I'm sitting here doing nothing but aging"
He sang as Ginny walked in, sitting beside him on the floor. She leaned her head against his leg, and he gently stroked ehr hair. They sat alone, together, wishing quietly that they also had someone.
"Still my guitar gently weeps."
While my guiatar gently weeps."
Harry's eyes fluttered open at the sound of an acoustic guitar being strum, and someone's voice singing along to its melodies. He turned his head to his left and saw Draco sitting next to him on the bed, his head leaning against the headboard, his hands moving deftly from memory upon the strings. Draco noticed Harry stirring and looked over at him, smiling and singing to him.
"I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps."
Harry had sat up by now, sitting next to Draco and listening to his talented lover. He ran his hands through Draco's silky, blonde hair as watched his soft, luscious lips moving to the lyrics of the song.
"I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you."
Sirius watched and listened as Draco played and Harry watched adoringly through a small crack in the door. He smiled to himself, remembering when he and Remus used to listen to just such music while they made love in Remus' apartment. It had been a long time since that had occured, though, and his eyes were sad as he watched Harry and Draco.
"I look at the world, and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps."
Sirius heard this being sung ever so softly in his ear. He felt warm arms wrap around his waist and smiled as he recognized Remus' scent. He leaned his head back against Remus' shoulder and swayed with him as he listened to the werewolf's beautiful voice.
"With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps."
Hermione had walked into the kitchen and saw Sirius and Remus, just standing in the doorway as Remus sang softly, and heard Draco with his guitar in the bedroom, also singing, she supposed, to Harry.
"I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too."
Suddenly, she heard steps on the stairs and looked up to see Ron heading down towards her. She smiled at his sleepy bed head hair and his groggy smile. As he walked down the stairs, he walked past her, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the hallway next to the kitchen and held her close to dance. He sung, in his little off key way that Hermione loved, sleepily in her ear.
"I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you."
And there the three lovers were, lost quietly in their own peaceful worlds, combined through a single song. And there Ginny sat, at the top of the stairs, listening and watching, all alone. She mouthed the next lyrics to the song as she headed to the attic, laying down on her bundle of blankets, once inside. A single tear ran down the young woman's cheek.
"I look from the wings at the play you are staging
While my guitar gently weeps."
In an upstairs room, away from the young lovers, Severus sat in an antique leather chair in front of a fireplace, gingerly sipping his wine and staring into the fire.
"As I'm sitting here doing nothing but aging"
He sang as Ginny walked in, sitting beside him on the floor. She leaned her head against his leg, and he gently stroked ehr hair. They sat alone, together, wishing quietly that they also had someone.
"Still my guitar gently weeps."