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A/N: I decided to re-do this oldie, edited it, (basically rewriting it, it's a 2 part-er) to make it fit for the circumstances that Hermione went back to Hogwarts, and so did a certain blonde haired boy.
She Will Be Loved: She always belonged to someone else
She took in slow deep and even breaths, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. There sleeping on the couch, Head Girl, Hermione Granger. She looks empty, spent… dead. With her eyes closed like that, just so different. Book in hand, of course.
Always falls asleep on the green couch, and always with the same book in hand.
A Gryffindor house ring around her neck, she thinks no one can see it, covered by a stiff collar and bushy hair. She thinks it actually means something, naive, but sweet. I've see them quarrel when he's around, but it's what's expected.
If she keeps this up, she'll have a crick in her neck larger than Potter's ego.
She's so light in my arms. She fits here, like she was meant to.
If only.
It has become habit, feeling her fit perfectly in my arms. Carrying her to her room.
"Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here," I whisper and pull her covers up just below her chin.
I should go. Anywhere else would be the best place.
"A thousand times the worse, to want thy light."
The door closes too quietly, and the walk to my room seems longer than before. This night lasts forever. I put down the same book, always the same book. And I fall asleep, while something hallow inside of me aches.
"Come in." My voice hard.
She stood in my doorway, the dawn casting a faint golden hue to her skin.
"Well, what do you want? Spit it out Granger." I took in a sharp breath, something to calm the loud beating in my chest.
"Thank you."
"What for?" I asked to an already empty doorway.
I sighed, letting go breath I didn't know I had held.
I could eat every piece of breakfast, on every plate, in the Great Hall, and it wouldn't help this emptiness.
Why did she have to be with him? I'd seen them, everyone had seen them, watched him smile valiantly, put an arm around her waist, her take his hand, smile with him. Weasley and Granger, so together.
But there was always something different about the way she was when she smiled in her sleep. With closed eyes.
I saw her smile to the people besides her. I saw her excusing herself from the table.
But most of all, I saw her. Only her and the graceful way she walks.
I would go to her, in her library. She truly lives amongst the dust of these books, in her discreet corner, in her own world, all by herself. And I'm here too.
"Who's there?" She knew my footsteps all too well.
"Sorry to bother you, I just..." I placed the same book onto the table, always the same book.
"Thank you." I heard her whisper as I walked away.
The day would go by and I would only have one moment to look forward to.
There on the green couch with closed eyes, she took in slow and deep even breaths, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. I let the book she always held, the one I always returned fall to the floor.
I started the night like every night, letting this emptiness inside fill, if only for a few moments. In my own room, the time went by more slowly. My hands still shaken and my breath ragged after being near her. The dawn dragged on.
"Come in."
She stood in my doorway.
"Tha-"
I cut her line off, "Don't worry about it, Granger."
And I placed the book in her hands.
The day passed, and every second I only saw her.
Maybe I was a masochist. Doing this every night, making sure she never developed that crick in her neck, I was kidding no one.
This night was different. As I took her in my arms, she slid hers around my neck, breathing in the air that touched my skin. She mumbled something under her breath, I couldn't understand.
Pulling up the covers to just below her chin, my hand lingered there, and brushed against her lips.
She drew in a quick breath, and murmured, "Why? Why do you?"
"Let me stand here till thou remember it." I whispered to her.
She opened her eyes the slightest bit and answered,
"I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
remembering how I love thy company."
I moved near the doorway and recited the lines
that I had recited to myself a thousand times,
"And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
forgetting any other home but this."
"It doesn't end well for them."
"Star-crossed lovers, I understand better than I should,"
And I did understand, all too well.
They were doomed before they even met.
"Keep it safe, for always." She whispered to me, and looked at her and walked away.
That night was different, it was that night that she had underlined a few lines in act V scene II,
"And never from this palace of dim night
depart again: here, here will I remain"
A few lines below were the words she had mumbled under her breath. The words I understood she had said.
I looked at my breakfast plate and knew that no food could fill the hollowness that ached today more than it had ever before, that possibly, nothing ever would.
A/N: Please review, thanks!
If you didn't catch on the book is of the play "Romeo and Juliet" by Billy Shakespeare.
&the line Hermione spoke that Draco couldn't understand was from
Act V Scene III, Romeo: "Arms, take your last embrace!"
Read On for more, from her point of view...