Perfect
AN: Two in one day... I think I'm on a high of some sort.
Disclaimer: This all belongs to JKR (if I haven't mentioned this in other stories eg Not a Nice Man and Never Grow Up, I apologise.) I really own nothing.
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Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
She still remembered his sad look, her hands on his chest and his on hers, as he said, he was sorry, he loved her, but he wasn't (how did he put it? Ah yes), he wasn't safe. If she had wanted safe she wouldn't have joined the Order, now would she? But he didn't see it that way.
Bad decisions
That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
She tried to tell him this and he just shook his head, and she swore he could feel her heart breaking under his calloused fingertips. Mistreated this place
Misunderstood
Miss knowing it's all good
It didnt slow me down.
Her life - it never stopped or slowed down or got any easier, and for this she was thankful. Sirius Black, her cousin who babysat me when she was five, innocent after all. Charlie Weasley coming back from Romania for a bit, taking her out on a date, getting high on butter beer before telling him that she had loved him once, but no longer.
That he was no more than a very good friend.
And when Charlie (her very good friend) asked who she loved now, she fell silent. Mistaking
Always second guessing
Underestimating
Look I'm still around
She never was that girl. The girl that all the guys were after. The girl with high marks but not top. The girl who was the Quidditch star or the girl with the biggest boobs. She was none of those girls. She wasn't Perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
Dont you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than
Fucking perfect
Then, she remembered who she was. She was Nymphadora Tonks (woe betide anyone who dared to use her first name), the Metamorphagi girl who often had purple hair and a pig's snout, with her clumsy feet and cockney greetings. She was Tonks. And he was Perfect for her.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect to me
She spent the next year coaxing him, slowly. Greetings, and body language and sometimes the odd see through top when she was in a particularly evil mood. They started dating. And he told her she was Perfect. She returned the favour. You're so mean
When you talk
About yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head
One night (it was one of those nights), he came home. And said he wasn't safe all over again. She asked him where he was getting these stupid ideas from, and he showed her the scars all over his body. Then, she traced and kissed each one, saying over and over how perfect they were. Make them like you instead
So complicated
Look how we all make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
Once they (the Ministry of Magic) tried to separate them. Tried to say he was unsafe. She laughed and then asked why an earth he would be unsafe for her. When that idiot of a man started speaking again she swiftly silenced him by snogging the daylights out of "the unsafe abomination". Sadly, the man never came round again. Tonks wasn't too insulted. It's enough Oh Pretty, pretty please
I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
Dont you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than
Fucking perfect
Once she asked him why he loved her. He simply said that she was an extremely lovable person. When she tried to tell him this wasn't the case, he bent her words and called her Perfect. Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect to me
Once she asked to watch. He had reacted terribly. Said she'd run off screaming, that it wasn't safe, that maybe the whole relationship was a bad idea. She'd meekly said it was just an idea. The whole worlds scared
So I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking
Is an ice cold beer
But of course, she'd watched. So cool in line
And we try, try, try
But we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time
Unsurprisingly, she hadn't ran off screaming. Done looking for the critics
Cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans
They don't get my hair
You're perfect, she'd whispered in his ear.
Exchange ourselves Why do I do that?
And we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
First came Love. Then Came Marriage. Yeeeeaaaahhh
Oooooooh
Oh baby pretty please
Then came the baby in the Golden Carriage. Pretty, pretty please
Dont you ever feel
Like you're less than
Fucking perfect
You're Perfect, she had whispered to the blue haired bundle. Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect to me
You're Perfect, he had whispered to the blue haired bundle. You're perfect, you're perfect Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect to me
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You're Perfect, the world whispered back.
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Fin.