Hello everyone! This is the little Les Mis inspired 2-shot I've been working on. I hope you guys enjoy! :))
Note: A Double format in the lyrics (Bold and Italic) means that it's a male part
Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter belongs to Miss Rowling, everything Les Mis to Sir Hugo, and the Les Mis lyrics and Mr. Schoenberg's
A Little Fall of Rain
a Harry-Hermione Fanfiction by mspolapotter inspired by Les Miserables
Chapter 1: In My Life
November
It was one of those days.
Those days when Harry claims he'd given up on love. He and Hermione were at the Hog's Head. She'd accompanied him as he washed away his feelings with alcohol.
"Harry, you're gonna burn both your throat and stomach with that amount of Firewhisky," she said reproachfully.
"I don't care," he said indignantly. "It can burn up my heart too."
Hermione looked desperately as her best friend fell apart. This had to add with his problems, along with Voldemort coming back and gaining strength. He ordered another two rounds and she gulped one down. The alcohol burned a blazing trail down her throat. She closed her eyes to let the sensation pass and cleared her throat.
"What was that for?" Harry demanded.
"We're running out of time," Hermione said, her voice still a bit hoarse. "This is your last shot. You've had nearly a whole bottle."
Harry looked at her to see if she was bluffing. When she stared back at him like a scolding mother, he drank obediently.
"Good, now let's go," Hermione said.
The two of them stood up and walked through the crowd. Harry, who was nearly drunk, bumped into someone and nearly knocked her down.
"Ginny," he said, as he saw her fiery red hair. "Sorry."
She smiled tearfully and walked away. Harry stared after her and Hermione smiled. She had a feeling that he won't be lonely for long.
In my life, she has burst like the music of angels
The light of the sun
Eponine
You're the friend who has brought me here
Thanks to you I am one with the gods
And Heaven is near!
December
Ginny was all for getting herself drunk at the Hog's Head, but then she saw Harry and Hermione walking out. Harry'd nearly knocked her off her feet. She hoped they'd think she was crying over a boy, nothing embarrassing like whining over her dad for not letting her do certain things. It was unfair! Why wasn't she allowed any help in the revolution? Why wasn't she allowed to fight in case a battle broke out?
Just as she ordered a shot of one of the strongest mead known to wizards, she glanced at the clock. She'd spent too much time wandering through the streets that it was already time to head back to the carriages. She drank her mead in one gulp and for a while she was floating and spinning. The alcohol burned her throat. She put her payment on the counter and left.
Later that night, she locked herself in her dorm while everyone else was out studying or doing Merlin knows what. It was lucky too, because a few minutes later, emerald flames roared in their fireplace and Mr. Weasley's head appeared.
"Since when are you a member of the Order?"
In my life
I have all that I want
You are loving and gentle and good
But Papa, dear Papa,
In your eyes I am just like a child
Who is lost in a wood
Hermione wearily descended from the staircase. When she saw Harry's face, she lit up immediately.
"Come on, you can help," she said, dragging him up the stairs.
Why had Ginny been crying? The obvious answer came to him immediately, assuming she was crying, once again, over a boy.
He knocked gently on her door. "Ginny? Can I come in?"
The door opened a crack and Ginny was the on the other side smiling tearfully at him.
A heart full of love
A heart full of you
A single look and then I knew
I knew it too
From today
Every day
For it isn't a dream
Not a dream after all
January
For the next few weeks, Hermione felt alone and friendless. Ron was with Lavender constantly, and Harry with Ginny. She slapped herself mentally for conforming to Harry's wishes. Little he knew, and even less he cared.
And now I'm all alone again
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home, without a friend,
Without a face to say hello to.
And now the night is near
Now I can make believe he's here.
At night while patrolling, she liked to pretend that Harry was with her. Even if she's alone, in her head, she was walking side by side with him. The shadows helped her illusion.
"Hermione," he whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her. "I've lost you once. I'm never going to lose you again."
On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone, I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
But she remembers he is not there.
She walks down the corridors some more, thinking of the two of them. Hermione imagines the day of his comeuppance, when he would lay down on her feet and she would play hard-to-get, which will lead to a chase worthy of a Nick Sparks movie, which ends up to a big wedding, bigger than she's ever even imagined.
He is blind, but she believes that they'll be together someday. There is a way.
And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us
A familiar song played itself in her head and soon she began dreaming again.
I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone, the river's just a river
Without him the world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers
Herself and Harry, taking pictures together, arguing over some little thing, which ended with Harry apologizing to her and she forgiving him with a playful slap to his shoulder.
Her eyes opened and she immediately wiped the smile from her face as a huge gust of wind hit her. Without him, her world was bland, dull, and depressing. Living without him was impossible.
She was in love with him. So madly in love with him. She was all along, pretending that she saw him only as a friend.
Tears sprang to her eyes. He could go on without her. She was on her own in this love.
She would continue loving him. It was too hard now to stop.
I love him
But every day I'm learning
All my life I've only been pretending
Without me his world will go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known!
I love him
But only on my own
February
Ginny and Harry's relationship developed even more, much to Hermione's distaste. It gave her much reason to head for the Hog's Head on Valentine's day.
"What have you got for a girl who got her heart ripped out and stepped on by her own best friend?" Hermione asked the barman.
He stared back at her and she raised her eyebrows to let him now she was serious. The barman gulped.
"We have this new thing," he replied. "It's a Muggle drink. Really famous. Call it beer."
Hermione's face slightly lit up. It seemed funny to her that only now did wizards discover the wonders of beer.
"I'll have a pint," she said.
But she did not have just one. She was down to her third (and was already quite tipsy) when Neville and Luna spotted her.
"'Mione, what are you doing here?" Neville asked in a slightly panicky voice.
"I'm drinking my feelings," she replied in a slurry voice. "Washing away the pain. Drowning in my sorrows." Then she turned to look at him. "Basically I'm getting drunk coz of a boy."
"Who did this to you?" Luna asked. Hermione put a finger to Luna's lips.
"Now, now we mustn't get violent, Luna dear," she said. "It's not my fault Harry's not in love with me."
And in that moment, she burst into tears.
"Come on now, time to go," Neville said, helping Hermione up to her feet. Luna paid the barman and the trio walked out of the bar.
He was never mine to lose
"Hermione, Harry's your best friend," Neville consoled. "I'm sure he won't like seeing you like this."
Why regret what cannot be?
"Hermione, promise me you won't do this again," Luna scolded. "He loves you. Harry loves you."
These are words he'll never say
"Of course he does!" Neville agreed.
Not to me...
Not to me...
Not for me...
Hermione shook her head. Neville and Luna helped her up the carriage.
"Put her here, Nev," Luna instructed, sitting down. Neville gently put Hermione in a sitting position beside Luna. Hermione's eyes were drooping, her head was on Luna's shoulder.
"His heart full of love," Hermione sang in barely a whisper.
Luna and Neville looked at her sadly.
"He will never feel this way." Her eyes closed and she fell asleep.
Luna kissed the top of her head. Who knew it would take a single broken heart to break someone as strong as Hermione.