A Sorta Fairytale
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Sharing a common room with Hermione Granger had been incredibly difficult. She spent every moment in the common room, studying, which was annoying enough, as she muttered to herself while she took notes, or whatever the hell she did, and played music, for Merlin's sake. And her choice of music - Merlin's beard and the rest of him too, what in hell did Muggles listen to these days? Not a word of that woman's lyrics ever made any sense, Draco just didn't see why people listened to her.
"Because her lyrics are too deep for your shallow mind to perceive," Hermione often answered in a matter-of-fact tone, and continued playing the music. Muggle things like electronics didn't work in Hogwarts; instead, she bewitched the tip of her wand to act like a laser, reading those, whatsits, compact-discs or whatever the hell they were. And that woman's voice filled the air in the common room, and no matter how many Silencing Charms Draco put on his room, it didn't drown out the sound. What made it all worse was that she played the same song over and over again sometimes, then would listen to some other songs, then that one... again, and again. She played it so many bloody times he was sure he could recite the words one by one.
On my way up north
Up on the ventura
I pulled back the hood
And I was talking to you
And I knew then it would be
A life long thing
But I didn't know that we
We could break a silver lining
Oh, Christ, now he had it in his head. Or was she playing it again? Flopping over on his stomach, he pulled a pillow over his head and continued reading the lines of text in An Advanced Guide to Transfiguration for the essay that was due tomorrow in McGonagall's class, but the song didn't drown out of his head.
And I'm so sad
Like a good book
I can't put this day back
A sorta fairytale
With you
A sorta fairytale
With you
Throwing the pillow across the room in frustration, Draco made his way to the common room. The song wasn't playing, it had all been in his head. Hermione was sitting on the couch, her stupid CD and her stupid hovering wand nowhere to be seen - just her and the large tome she had lying open in her lap. She raised an eyebrow at Draco as he stood on the bottom stair on the steps leading to his room, the song playing in his head still, haunting him with its catchy melody.
Things you said that day
Up on the 101
The girl had come undone
I tried to downplay it
With a bet about us
You said that -
You'd take it
As long as I could
I could not erase it
"Something wrong?"
And I'm so sad
Like a good book
I can't put this day back
A sorta fairytale
With you
A sorta fairytale
With you
"Are you singing Tori Amos?" she said incredulously. The sound stopped and he froze, his mouth still in an 'o' shape from the last 'you' he'd sung. She stood, and the next thing happened in a blur - he could hardly remember crossing over to her and kissing her hard on the mouth, his hands gripping her arms, her fingers fisted in his hair.
And I ride along side
And I rode along side
You then
And I rode along side
Till you lost me there
In the open road
And I rode along side
Till the honey spread
Itself so thin
For me to break your bread
For me to take your word
I had to steal it
And I'm so sad
Like a good book
I can't put this day back
A sorta fairytale
With you
A sorta fairytale
With you.
FIN
A/N: Yes, well, of course "A Sorta Fairytale" belongs to Tori Amos, whose music I've just been recently getting into lately, thanks to m'dear JT. Loff you much! :D Alright, the idea of Hermione's makeshift CD player is from a story I read on FictionAlley, if it belongs to you, I would've asked for permission but I couldn't remember! : If you email me at , I'll credit you in a jiffy. Yes, I realize Draco's a bit OOC, but you know, I wrote this at eight in the morning after staying up all night, so be kind.
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Sharing a common room with Hermione Granger had been incredibly difficult. She spent every moment in the common room, studying, which was annoying enough, as she muttered to herself while she took notes, or whatever the hell she did, and played music, for Merlin's sake. And her choice of music - Merlin's beard and the rest of him too, what in hell did Muggles listen to these days? Not a word of that woman's lyrics ever made any sense, Draco just didn't see why people listened to her.
"Because her lyrics are too deep for your shallow mind to perceive," Hermione often answered in a matter-of-fact tone, and continued playing the music. Muggle things like electronics didn't work in Hogwarts; instead, she bewitched the tip of her wand to act like a laser, reading those, whatsits, compact-discs or whatever the hell they were. And that woman's voice filled the air in the common room, and no matter how many Silencing Charms Draco put on his room, it didn't drown out the sound. What made it all worse was that she played the same song over and over again sometimes, then would listen to some other songs, then that one... again, and again. She played it so many bloody times he was sure he could recite the words one by one.
On my way up north
Up on the ventura
I pulled back the hood
And I was talking to you
And I knew then it would be
A life long thing
But I didn't know that we
We could break a silver lining
Oh, Christ, now he had it in his head. Or was she playing it again? Flopping over on his stomach, he pulled a pillow over his head and continued reading the lines of text in An Advanced Guide to Transfiguration for the essay that was due tomorrow in McGonagall's class, but the song didn't drown out of his head.
And I'm so sad
Like a good book
I can't put this day back
A sorta fairytale
With you
A sorta fairytale
With you
Throwing the pillow across the room in frustration, Draco made his way to the common room. The song wasn't playing, it had all been in his head. Hermione was sitting on the couch, her stupid CD and her stupid hovering wand nowhere to be seen - just her and the large tome she had lying open in her lap. She raised an eyebrow at Draco as he stood on the bottom stair on the steps leading to his room, the song playing in his head still, haunting him with its catchy melody.
Things you said that day
Up on the 101
The girl had come undone
I tried to downplay it
With a bet about us
You said that -
You'd take it
As long as I could
I could not erase it
"Something wrong?"
And I'm so sad
Like a good book
I can't put this day back
A sorta fairytale
With you
A sorta fairytale
With you
"Are you singing Tori Amos?" she said incredulously. The sound stopped and he froze, his mouth still in an 'o' shape from the last 'you' he'd sung. She stood, and the next thing happened in a blur - he could hardly remember crossing over to her and kissing her hard on the mouth, his hands gripping her arms, her fingers fisted in his hair.
And I ride along side
And I rode along side
You then
And I rode along side
Till you lost me there
In the open road
And I rode along side
Till the honey spread
Itself so thin
For me to break your bread
For me to take your word
I had to steal it
And I'm so sad
Like a good book
I can't put this day back
A sorta fairytale
With you
A sorta fairytale
With you.
FIN
A/N: Yes, well, of course "A Sorta Fairytale" belongs to Tori Amos, whose music I've just been recently getting into lately, thanks to m'dear JT. Loff you much! :D Alright, the idea of Hermione's makeshift CD player is from a story I read on FictionAlley, if it belongs to you, I would've asked for permission but I couldn't remember! : If you email me at , I'll credit you in a jiffy. Yes, I realize Draco's a bit OOC, but you know, I wrote this at eight in the morning after staying up all night, so be kind.