Don't close your eyes
They may not open
What if they open
Would you be alive?
It was near midnight, and Hermione still wasn't asleep. Very out of character for her. She sighed softly...she doubted she would sleep at all. Something was bugging her-something that Ron had said earlier that day:
"Gawd Hermione...if you spend your life studying, you'll never get a chance to LIVE."
Hermione had originally shrugged this comment off as another of Ron's attempts to get her to lighten up. For some reason, however, this comment of his stuck. But why this one? She wondered. None of his other one-liners ever got to her, why was this one any different? Maybe because it WAS different. Maybe there was more to it that Hermione knew. Her first instinct was to dash down to the library, and do a little research on psycology. Her second instinct was to laugh. One, the library was closed right now. Two, the Hogwarts library wouldn't carry books on psycology, and Four, she had just proved Ron's point. This last point hit Hermione like a ton of bricks-Ron was right. She spent so much time cooped up in the library with books, she really didn't do much else...
Everyone falls
But not everyone rises
Why don't you get up
And rise again for me
Hermione banged her head down into her pillow, angry that Ron was finally right for once. Her mind flashed over her goals-Prefect, Head of House, Head Girl, and eventually, a teaching career at Hogwarts. She slammed her head against her pillow again. Stupid Ron...why did he have to be right? What else DID she care about, besides her schooling and acheivements?
What if the world were
a little more perfect
Would you stop crying or
would you take the leap
What if the world
were a little more perfect
Would you open your eyes
and blink again for me
Hermione fought back tears. She had spent her entire time at Hogwarts devoting herself to her studies, and Harry's adventures. What else had she really done? What exactly did she want to do with her life? Her familiar list of goals began to fly through her mind-Prefect, Head of House...Hermione shoved those thoughts back. If she didn't have school, what would she be? NOTHING. That's what. The tears began to flow, and this time, Hermione didn't fight back.
What about friendship
What about friends
You said the whole world
was against you
And it all had to end
All of a sudden, she thought of Harry and Ron. The three of them had been near inseparable the whole time they had attended Hogwarts. She smiled slightly at the thought of her two best friends. They had been there for her, always. Comforted by this small thought, Hermione's tears slowed.
What about love
What about family
What about all that
you have to live for?
Hermione then looked to the small bedside table to her left. A portrait of her parents stood there, smiling at her. Hermione's tears stopped completely as she thought fondly of her parents, and all they had done. They had been so shocked when they found out that Hermione was a witch. Still, they had been proud as well-and supportive! What they must have went through coming into the wizarding world, after only knowing muggle life for so long was beyond Hermione's experience.
It isn't easy here without you
Why did you leave me
What am I supposed to do
without you...
Hermione looked up at the cieling of her dorm room, feeling a lot better. She knew that she had things other than her schoolwork to live for...at least for now.
They may not open
What if they open
Would you be alive?
It was near midnight, and Hermione still wasn't asleep. Very out of character for her. She sighed softly...she doubted she would sleep at all. Something was bugging her-something that Ron had said earlier that day:
"Gawd Hermione...if you spend your life studying, you'll never get a chance to LIVE."
Hermione had originally shrugged this comment off as another of Ron's attempts to get her to lighten up. For some reason, however, this comment of his stuck. But why this one? She wondered. None of his other one-liners ever got to her, why was this one any different? Maybe because it WAS different. Maybe there was more to it that Hermione knew. Her first instinct was to dash down to the library, and do a little research on psycology. Her second instinct was to laugh. One, the library was closed right now. Two, the Hogwarts library wouldn't carry books on psycology, and Four, she had just proved Ron's point. This last point hit Hermione like a ton of bricks-Ron was right. She spent so much time cooped up in the library with books, she really didn't do much else...
Everyone falls
But not everyone rises
Why don't you get up
And rise again for me
Hermione banged her head down into her pillow, angry that Ron was finally right for once. Her mind flashed over her goals-Prefect, Head of House, Head Girl, and eventually, a teaching career at Hogwarts. She slammed her head against her pillow again. Stupid Ron...why did he have to be right? What else DID she care about, besides her schooling and acheivements?
What if the world were
a little more perfect
Would you stop crying or
would you take the leap
What if the world
were a little more perfect
Would you open your eyes
and blink again for me
Hermione fought back tears. She had spent her entire time at Hogwarts devoting herself to her studies, and Harry's adventures. What else had she really done? What exactly did she want to do with her life? Her familiar list of goals began to fly through her mind-Prefect, Head of House...Hermione shoved those thoughts back. If she didn't have school, what would she be? NOTHING. That's what. The tears began to flow, and this time, Hermione didn't fight back.
What about friendship
What about friends
You said the whole world
was against you
And it all had to end
All of a sudden, she thought of Harry and Ron. The three of them had been near inseparable the whole time they had attended Hogwarts. She smiled slightly at the thought of her two best friends. They had been there for her, always. Comforted by this small thought, Hermione's tears slowed.
What about love
What about family
What about all that
you have to live for?
Hermione then looked to the small bedside table to her left. A portrait of her parents stood there, smiling at her. Hermione's tears stopped completely as she thought fondly of her parents, and all they had done. They had been so shocked when they found out that Hermione was a witch. Still, they had been proud as well-and supportive! What they must have went through coming into the wizarding world, after only knowing muggle life for so long was beyond Hermione's experience.
It isn't easy here without you
Why did you leave me
What am I supposed to do
without you...
Hermione looked up at the cieling of her dorm room, feeling a lot better. She knew that she had things other than her schoolwork to live for...at least for now.