Juliet and the Devil

I can't believe I'm falling for you.

This can't be real.

But I just can deny that feeling

Every time you speak my name.

Either of you.

I just don't understand sometimes…

The wicked games I play are cruel

When I use them against myself.

I had to fall for you.

And I had to fall for you, too.

Why do I do this to myself?

Why such torture?

Oh God, I wish these feelings would just go away.

But when your eyes…

Either pair of eyes,

Look my way, I die.

Who knew love was this bittersweet?

This filled with guilt and denial?

I know I'll hurt you,

Both of you,

With whatever choice I make.

I'm sorry about what I'm doing, leading you on this way.

I know it's unfair and shallow.

But I feel like being shallow now.

What would you do if I kissed you?

Feel free to answer, either of you,

Because this answer seems so pivotal.

And yet, so trivial.

Dear Lord, what has this tangled web done to me?

First strife,

Then despair,

Then audacity.

What's next?

Will I become murderous and dash my brains out upon the floor,

Like Juliet threatened to do?

It seems fitting.

Perhaps that's the answer.

Perhaps that's the way

To release me from this Hell I've locked myself in.

Why don't I call upon you?

My two knights-in-shining-armor?

But I know only one would make the climb up my hair,

To rescue me and sweep me off my feet.

To carry me gallantly into Happily Ever After.

The other would get eaten by the dragon outside the courtyard.

And I would have to choose.

But does it have to end that way?

Can I play Fate for just one day?

Who knows?

But I know one thing for certain.

I belong in this Hell,

As payment for tangled webs

And wicked games.

And with the way things are going,

I'll fall in love with the devil.

--Seikei Hyoutan

Author's Notes: If you haven't already guessed, this monologue is from Hermione's perspective. It is written in the old Shakespearean style, minus the Iambic Pentameter. This means, if you don't already know, that it should be spoken or read as if the character is speaking. And characters only stop or pause speaking at commas or periods. I divided this monologue in poetry form so I could put emphasis on certain lines or phrases. In the monologue, Hermione is talking about her love for both Ron and Harry. I really wanted to express the different emotions she feels about loving them both. How she can feel both childish puppy love mixed with shallow undertones and mature anguish mixed with some temerity and rebellion. Please email me if you like this. And even if you don't like it, email me anyway, because I won't stop writing this way if you don't!