Oh, I do love a good little song-fic… I've been in a very introspective mood lately, which is the cause of all the angst and depression. Don't you just love it?
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Come back to me a while
Change your style again
Come back to me a while
Change your taste in men.
Isn't it strange, how I always find my way back here? Back to you… here, in the moonlight, in the place where you touched my hand so long ago. It seems like yesterday, when really it was eons…
I've often glanced at you, sideways across the room, wanting to reach out and touch you once more. I was always so afraid, so nervous - I was so afraid that you'd hate me, that I think I could have encouraged that. I wanted you to despise me, I wanted you to look at me and feel angry at something I'd done.
Anything was better than nothing.
It's been this way
Since Christmas day
Dazzled, doused in gin.
Change your taste in men.
I remember so many things, simple things, things which stick in my memory but never could hold a place in yours. The way your cinnamon eyes sparkle when you get 134% on an exam; your beautiful red-brown hair cascading across your high, arched cheek bones; the way your teeth would stick out, making you look slightly like a rabbit.
But you didn't seem like the kind of rabbit who was appreciative of carrots.
Come back to me a while
Change your style again
Come back to me a while
Change your taste in men.
I hated myself for never saying anything; of having so many chances and never having enough courage. I was never strong, Hermione. I always left that up to Harry - plus, he was the one with the name to live up to, whereas what was my claim to fame? The sixth child in a nearly impoverished family, friend to the great Harry Potter, and to you…
Which was more important? The title of "Harry Potter's Best Friend" or the feeling I got from loving you? Did you ever understand how annoying you were?
No. You probably understood it about as much as I understand why you're marrying him tomorrow.
I'm killing time
On Valentine's
Waiting for the day to end.
Change your taste in men.
I should never have hassled Ginny about her Valentine to Harry… at least she had the courage to let him know about her feelings. I must be the lowest of the low, coming to you now, in the dead of night, trying to summon the courage as I watch your chest heave and then fall again, your sleep peaceful; your expression content.
Maybe if I'd done this earlier it would have made a difference. Maybe if I'd asked you to the Yule Ball I'd be full of jitters tonight.
Not him. Never him. I'd rather die…
Please.
Come back to me a while
Change your style again
Come back to me a while
Change your taste in men.
Your eyelids are flickering, but I don't know if you are waking or simply dreaming. Dreaming of him, I suppose… of tomorrow, a day of far-flung hopes and gorgeous attire. A day which means everything to you and nothing to me.
But, that's a lie. It only means nothing if I do what I came here to do.
Shall I?
It's been this way
Since Christmas Day
Dazzled, doused in gin.
Change your taste in men.
He is nothing. Just a stupid, ugly, grumpy, famous Bulgarian National Team playing seeker… and what am I? A pitiful clerk at the Ministry, not even able to follow in the pitiful steps of my own family… too pathetic even for that.
I lean forward and stop your mouth with a kiss.
Your eyelids flicker, then part.
Will I regret this in the morning?
Change your taste in men
Taste In Men © Placebo
Characters © JK Rowling
The rest of this shemozzle © Me