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Song is ;
Oedipus - Regina Spektor
Characters belong to J.K Rowling.
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And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful
I was on the ground bleeding; her hands were all over my body, feeling for the source. She was crying, her saline tears falling onto my body, mixing with the crimson blood that soaked my clothing. Her curly, beautiful hair cascaded around her face and made me fall for her a thousand times over.
I had only splinched during our apparition but i was in so much pain, I screamed in agony. My eyes darted from Harrys face and back to hers, his face full of disbelief, hers drenched in tears as she fumbled through her small bag for the Dittany that would save my life.
It pained me to see her like this, but as the pain consumed me, I could only watch as she cried.
Oh how I yearned to comfort her.
To hold her.
Sometimes i'd stand by the royal walls
The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul
And i'd stand on my toes to catch a glimpse
Standing before the sight of Hogwarts after the great battle left a sour taste in my mouth. My brother had died and so many others were injured or dead. Hermione was clutching my arm but I felt nothing, I was numb. The sky had opened up, as though to weep for our generous loss. Harry, the one who had come back to us was standing next to us, holding my sister Ginny, gently against him. It brought a bitter pain to me, as though my friend could only solve my sisters suffering.
I suppose I had mixed feelings about Hermione, as I positive she had for me as well.
But she'd retire to her chambers
And we'd remain quite strangers
A week had passed since the battle and Hermione had yet to speak of our shared kiss. She had complimented me a thousand times over on my sheer brilliance at that moment but never spoke of that kiss that had happened only moments after. It hurt me so think that she no longer wanted to think of me as anything more than a stranger, as though our time spent together over the years had meant nothing to her. As though she could just turn her back on them like nothing had ever happened.
Sometimes I stand by the royal gate
People screaming love and hate
And they scream and they scream
I loved her with all my heart, I always had. I suppose that she has forgotten about our kiss, or had at least blocked it from her mind.
When I watched her arrive at my brother's funeral I couldn't resist running up to her.
I clutched her to me and I felt her fall limp in my arms, taking that as sudden relief.
I whispered a thousand times over that I loved her, every inch of her.
Her brilliance, her beauty, her hair, the soft color of her eyes, her tone and the way her lips felt against mine.