"this is the first and last time," he says.

[even as you say it, you don't believe yourself.]

he presses his lips into hers,

over and over and over and over,

tries to make something of nothing—

[this isn't nothing, you know that.]

she sighs into his lips,

her breath hot against his skin.

"hermione," he breathes.

[that name, so beautiful on your tongue.]

when she leaves, he stays.

his stomach aches,

his desire not quenched with one night.

["this is so messed up," you mutter to yourself.]

he relives that moment.

he misses her so desperately

(he's nothing to her)

and he wants more, more, MORE.

[there is a void that you can't fill.]

and so she's back with ronald,

and he's dying alone,

his bed empty,

his heart, too.

.

a/n: er, i'm not too sure about this. i was given a song [sic transit gloria by brand new] and a couple [harry/hermione] and had to write a song. well, anyway, i'm not sure I did the song justice. what think you?