A/N: Second song-fic and third fic, please read and review. I wrote this on a whim after listening to the song. Minor word changes to fit the Potter-verse. Review if you like.
Harry woke up in the middle of the night, hungry and thirsty. Groggy and tired, he decided to walk down to the kitchen to go fetch a snack. He walked down the stairs slowly, almost tripping on some couple, and a soft noise caught his ears.
It was a guitar, he had heard one once at a festival. They made beautiful sound, but not like this. This sound was very different, he wondered who was playing.
As he edged near the common room, he saw that the lights were off except for a few candles. Someone was sitting on a stool, playing their heart out, in the dark. Harry was confused.
He walked closer to the candle light, grateful that whoever this was had their back turned to him. It was a girl, he could tell, by her figure and hair, but who was she?
Then she began to sing a song that was full of yearning.
"I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes"
Harry was in awe, she was in love and he knew it. But why was she alone?
"He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing cause I hope he wrong
I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs
And ..."
She paused, why did she pause? Harry wanted her to keep going; he felt her emotions so clearly. He begged her in his mind to keep playing.
"I could tell you his favorite colors green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His mother's beautiful; he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him,
I'd lie"
He was right, she was in love, but this guy had to be completely blind. Who was this mystery girl? Harry wanted so much to ask her, but then she would stop playing.
"He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything black and white
Never let anybody see him cry
I don't let nobody see him wishing he was mine"
Wow, she was amazing. The music was so clear to him, so full of yearning and love. Who was the idiot who couldn't see how amazing she truly was?
"I could tell you his favorite colors green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His mother's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him,
I'd lie
He stands there then walks away
My god if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you..."
She paused again, stifled a sob, and Harry felt his heart ache for her. He wanted to comfort her but she kept on playing.
"He'd never tell you but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything
But my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My god he's beautiful
So I put on my make up
And pray for a miracle
Yes I could tell you his favorite colors green
He loves to argue oh and it kills me
His mother's beautiful; he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you ask me if I love him
I'd lie"
Harry stood there and watched her wipe a tear from her eye. He crept forward and cleared his throat so as not to startle her. She turned around in a whirl of passion.
"Hermione?"
"Harry? Oh, oh no, you heard me, didn't you? Oh no, you were never supposed to, oh, Harry, I'm sorry, I'll, I'll go."
She turned to walk away from him but he grabbed her right hand in his.
"Wait, please, you never told us you were in love. And who is this idiot who won't notice how amazing you are, Mione? Why did you never tell me you had a guitar? Since when have you played?"
"I've had it since I was twelve, and I didn't tell you because I don't like any one to hear me play."
Hermione blushed in his hold. Harry couldn't help but think how pretty she looked in the soft candlelight.
"Mione, wait, you failed to mention. Who is he?"
"He's someone, Harry."
"Yes, well, a name?"
"How about a song?"
"What?"
"I'll play you a song and then you'll tell me who he is."
"Uh . . . okay . . . sure."
Hermione sat down on her stool, facing Harry. Confident this song would open his eyes. She was trembling, incredibly nervous, but she needed him to know.
Harry heard another melody, different than the last one, as she began to strum the strings.
"I
bet you lie awake at night
Trying to make up your sweet
mind
Wondering if you'll ever find
Just what you want
A
home-town number one
Or a California loaded gun
But you know
you only get one
Or that's what you thought
But here's what
you've got"
Harry
felt strange, was she singing about him? No . . . she couldn't
possibly . . . she looked so pretty in the candlelight, had he
mentioned that? "I could be your baby blue jeans
With
the holes in the knees
In the bottom of the top drawer
I could
be your little beauty queen
Just a little out of reach
Or the
girl living next door
I'll be your angel giving up her wings
If
that's what you need
I'd give everything to be your anything"
Oh
Merlin, how had he been so stupid?! She loved him and he hurt
her. He ignored her feelings and now he regretted it all. But . . .
did he love her? "If you want hard to get
If you
want...
All you have to do is let me know
If you want a bumpy
ride
Or someone with a softer side
Either one will be
alright
Just let me know
Cause this is where it goes"
He could love her, he had always loved her like a best friend, but he really did notice all the little things about her. The way she bit her lip on concentration, the way she slanted her head to the right when she read, and the flecks of gold in her honey-brown eyes. He could very well love her, if only she would've sung earlier.
"I
could be your baby blue jeans
With the holes in the knees
In
the bottom of the top drawer
I could be your little beauty
queen
Just a little out of reach
Or the girl living next
door
I'll be your angel giving up her wings
If that's what you
need
I'd give everything to be your anything"
Hermione slowly saw the realization in his eyes and smiled, she knew he understood what she meant.
"It's
not like I'm giving up who I am for you
but for someone like you
it's just so easy to do"
How long had she loved him? Since the first day he fell asleep on her shoulder trying to complete a potions essay. He had been awake for hours, working next to her in the candlelight. Since then she played every night, after he went to sleep, in the candlelight.
"I
could be your baby blue jeans
With the holes in the knees
In
the bottom of the top drawer
I could be your little beauty
queen
Just a little out of reach
Or the girl living next
door
I'll be your angel giving up her wings
If that's what you
need
If that's what you need
I could be your baby blue
jeans
With the holes in the knees
In the bottom of the top
drawer
I could be your little beauty queen
Just a little out of
reach
Or the girl living next door
I'll be your angel giving up
her wings
If that's what you need
I'd give everything to be
your anything"
Harry walked forwards and held her in his arms, pressing her softly against his chest. He smoothed her hair down and kissed her forehead. Hermione let herself be held for as long as Harry wanted to, she breathed in that scent that was signature Harry and felt content. He knew, now he knew and she no longer needed to hide it.
Harry moved and spoke, softly, not wanting to ruin the moment.
"I'm sorry Mione, I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner."
"Harry, don't tell anyone I can play."
"I'd never dream of it, it'll be our little secret. If only you'll play for me tomorrow night too, please?"
"For you, anything."
"Mione, can I tell you something?"
"Don't
you always?"
"Seriously, can I?"
"Go ahead Harry."
"I love you Mione, you are my everything."