this is a companion piece to another story i wrote, called Together At Last, but it can be read alone, they both can, and I hope you all enjoy it :)
Waking up is the worst part of it. My dreams are full of noise, music, laughter, and even crying. And then I wake up to silence. I can see the words on peoples lips, and yet, what they say is a mystery to me, unheard by deaf ears. It was a curse, Voldemort cast it upon me in the final battle. People try to tell me that its better than being dead. But they can't tell me that, they can't talk to me, nobody can. They try to be understanding. Hermione and Ron tried for weeks to get me to open up, to eat, or sleep. But I can't. Sleeping just makes it worse, when I wake up, it's like it's happening all over again.
Eventually they stopped trying. I'm trying to finish school, to get my education, but I can't do it anymore. I can't hear what I'm supposes to be doing. And I can't take it anymore. It's surprising really, the one person who's helped the most. Draco Malfoy. He's helped me so much this past year. Tutored me, so that I can keep up in my lessons. But after a few months, it became so much more than friendship. Accidental brushes of our hands became gentle caresses, and so much were lovers. I relished in it, I was finally getting the love I had never before received. It was fantastic… for a few months. After a while, gentle touching wasn't enough; I needed more, I need more.
I know he loves me, but I can't hear him tell me; he can't tell me that he loves me like he could with someone else. And he's never been comfortable with grand gestures… not that you would know that. It became too much, it's still too much. I can't hear him hum when he's happy, I'll never hear him sing again. He loved to sing, not in public, he has terrible stage fright, but when it was just us two, he loves to sing. And I can't hear it. It's too much.
I have to jump. I know he's here, I can feel him. Even under my invisibility cloak, I can feel him, I can always feel him enter a room. I hope he knows this is for him, so he can finally be free, free to laugh, and to cry, and to love. To love another person, someone who can hear him tell them he loves them. Who can laugh with him, and cry with him. Someone who isn't me. You might think I'm being selfish, but I'm not, I'm doing this for him. I'd do anything for him, everything for him.