Scabior/Hermione Granger
Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Scenes of Mild Sexual Nature
AU, Romance, Angst
As the music dies down.
You kneel down by the piano, your fingers stroking the broken keys. You press them but no sound will fill the air with the music she used to play so short ago. In your memories, all the music has disappeared as well. You can't bear hearing it without her there to play it. Without her there to bewitch the piano so the dance could start. You never led the dance, it was her expertise and you were eager to learn, just so you could be close to her.
A tear escapes and drops on the one key that's still intact. A shivering, low note reaches your ears. Your finger starts tapping on the key, trying to find that one melody that will calm you down. Can you calm down? You're already calm. No storm lies hidden in your eyes. There's no war to run away from. Just peace you have to embrace. But after living in a war for so long. After being chased, send to prison, being chased, send to prison, and released again, can you pick up a life of peace you have never lived?
You thought you could. With her and only with her. Quinn had died. Fenrir had died. You just had to survive, you know you had to. It was faith. Annoying and nothing but annoying for you and you just never accepted it. Now, she died. And you sit there on a cold, stone floor next to a piano that bears nothing but memories you want to push away. It's filled with emotions, so many emotions that they're pushing you down in the ground.
But you can't be swallowed up into the ground you actually want to sink in. You're stuck in the world of the living whilst you want to be with the death. Your eyes close slowly, trying to ban out everything, they only bring back more memories. About how you sat in the sofa in the corner, head on the pillow she actually uses to sleep with. Her scent penetrating your nostrils whilst your eyes shut as her playing fills the thick air with beautiful notes that shouldn't be stopped.
Her soft lips on yours when you've fallen asleep. You would pull her on top of you, trying to push away the tiredness lingering in your cold body. She always pushes you away, telling you she's tired. She doesn't want it. But in your eyes you see a truth that changes your mood in a split second. She doesn't want it, because she doesn't want you. There's a mutual friendship, a mutual love but she pushes her emotions away. She can't give in.
You could and you always would, but when she finally did, it was too late. You smash down your hand but it hangs still just inches above the piano. You can't smash anything she has used, it's like touching the untouchable.
The stone turns three times in your hand, and flickering, she appears, that typical, small smile playing around her lips. Your eyes open again and you can do nothing but cry while you manage to smile so weakly it's going to break you down. She reaches out her hand, but you shake your head almost immediately.
"Why won't you come, dear?" Her voice rings in your ears and more tears glide down. You look at the ground because it's the only thing you can focus on without having to think of her. How badly you want to go with her, you weren't ready for it. You decided to stay behind alone. As a fool. As a scared chicken that clung onto anything that was alive.
"I can't. I was too scared. I'm stuck." The stone slips from your hand and she disappears again, leaving you behind to die once more inside. The conversation has already taken place so many times, but not once you have been able to take her hand to let her guide you beyond the Veil.