DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter nor the characters in the said series. I also do not own the song I'm Not That Girl which will be used in this fan fiction.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oh, hi! I'm here for my third story (actually this is already my eleventh story but it's considered third because it's the third one I posted using .sync) and my first songfic. I quite liked this one so I dearly hope you'll like it too. Anyways, enjoy!
And, yeah, if ever you find something to comment about, please do not hesitate to send a critique/ reaction/ comment in the form of reviews. Thanks, people. And now, please do read on.
Hopeless Cause
The cold wind blew her midnight black hair and the serene light of the full moon illuminated her features as she stood in their balcony motionless and beautiful as a stone sculpture modeled after the most graceful of all goddesses. However, still as her body seemed, her thoughts were running wild as though propelled by the autumn wind and before long, those random thoughts and ideas turned into dreams – sweet dreams of him.
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy…
But I'm not that girl
Her fantasy-filled mind journeyed back to the olden days they spent with each other; every smile that often warmed and softened his usually cold, gray eyes, every sneer that befell his pale lips and everything about him – his angular countenance, sleek platinum hair, lean built, innate arrogance and fragile soul – came rushing back to her so forcefully that hot tears rolled down her pale, prominent cheeks. Yes, she cried every single time she remembered him and the happiness that they had shared together. She knew that she shouldn't devote much of her thoughts to him especially since every single memory of him shatters her spirit like none other and leaves her utterly weak at the end of the day but she still stubbornly refused to let him go. He was this important to her, so damn important to her life and her whole existence.
She hated this vulnerability he always caused her through her bitter reminisces of him and the only dream her heart had ever known. And she always made this hate propagate until she was swallowed whole, but by the time it changed and turned into something different though not entirely mutual. Before she knew it, she was drowned with love, her love for him.
And she loved only him. For so long, she dreamed to be the one who would be his wife and perhaps, in the deepest and darkest recesses of her heart, she still does. However, for her to be his beloved wife, Mrs. Draco Malfoy, was just a fantasy – a vain attempt at reaching for what was obviously impossible. It was entirely a hopeless cause.
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy.
I'm not that girl
The night continued its melancholic song of bleak silence for a few more minutes as her stormy gray eyes swept past the darkness that seemed to have cloaked every single thing that was around her as well as inside of her.
The night had always inspired this sadness within her heart. For almost nineteen years, she had dreamt of him and what could have been… that perhaps it was high time for her to completely let go of the haunting past that was not hers, never destined to be hers and the future that was already owned by someone else.
"Alcyone," a sleepy voice called out and cut short the silent chorus which weighed the night air before a scrawny figure made its way to the balcony, the soft light of the moon pooled around him and revealed the concern that showed itself only too clearly in his soft brown orbs, and his blonde, almost white hair silently blown to further disarrange by the constant gust of the early fall winds.
He continued to walk and draw himself nearer and nearer to her until his lean chest was pressed to her back, silently wrapping her waist in his warm embrace as he murmured into her ear, "What is bothering you?"
Draco. And the fact he loved somebody else, that he never loved me the way I wanted him to.
She wanted to tell him this but she couldn't. No, she could never hurt him in such a manner. He was too good for that, too good for her and yet, he still wanted her and loved her and accepted her despite her faults.
Instead of answering right away, the woman traveled her gaze from the surroundings to the moon as if trying to find the right answer or the perfect words to say to him before her gray eyes locked with his brown ones when he turned around and faced him.
"Tomorrow," she breathed softly as the wind continued to caress her face and soothe the turbulent anxiety within her heart. Dimly, Alcyone felt his arms tighten around her, his head rest on her shoulder.
A pregnant silence befell them as the wind blew gently blew around the couple and drowned them in its light, cool breeze.
"You should not worry too much," he whispered against her shoulder, "but take heart that everything will be alright," he added before kissing her bare shoulders up to her neck. Freeing from his arms, she brought a dainty hand to cup his pale cheek before leaning in and kissing his lips with overflowing tenderness as they slowly made their way back to their room.
Truth be told, she could not make herself believe in what he just said. She knew that nothing will be alright. Or that not everything will be alright but she was willing enough to pretend for those whom she loved and for him – someone who loved her so much.
She had to forget about her own selfish dream. She had to let go of the perfect universe where she was destined to be his and him, hers. She should stop dreaming of becoming the owner of his heart because as delightful as it was being inside her conjured up perfect world, it was painful, so excruciatingly painful to know that sometime soon, she had to get out of her reverie and start facing reality.
For them all, she knew she had to pretend and maybe start to really believe that tomorrow, as the sun's rays wake them from their restful slumbers and as the crisp morning air of September first dances around them everything would be fine. And she would forget about the man who would never be hers. And her heart would never ache again for a certain Draco Malfoy.
She must and she would cease to love Draco Malfoy, instead, she would pour every ounce of affection she had for her angels and the one person who thought of her as his own angel. Yes, that was what must be done – forget such hopeless cause.
Every so often, we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This will be a two-shot. :]