"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?
