Hey, everyone! It's been a really long time since I've written anything Harry Potter. This is based on Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah." It doesn't follow the song, but it's referenced a few times in the story. I'm going to suggest listening to the song while reading this because this was written while the song was playing. I
really think it helps send the mood across. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and please feel free to leave a review.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Hallelujah
"…baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you…"
Hermione Granger wasn't the poetic type. She didn't try to flower her speech with any special metaphors or describe how much she cared with beautiful words. She said what she felt in the same way she spoke. Itwas simple and to the point. She didn't waste any time, and she was very practical about it.
She didn't believe that any moment of life should be wasted on useless words. Enough was wasted on pointless actions and crimes. People wasted their lives with violence and hate. Why waste precious moments with words no one cared to hear?
This belief might have caused Hermione to silence her tongue as she worked one evening when she would rather have spoken. It was quiet inside the dungeons and unusually cold despite the bubbling potion. Beside her Professor Snape worked as diligently as always. He never
spoke to her while they worked unless it was absolutely necessary, and she had come to respect that quality. It meant another human shared her views, and she liked the feeling of being understood.
In fact, Hermione had noticed that he always seemed to understand her. No matter what the situation, even if he didn't agree, he listened to her side. Usually he chose to mock her views, but she knew that he pondered what she said during the time they spent together. She knew
this because he would occasionally slip and repeat her words. If she had believed in unnecessary words, she might have told him how much she liked those moments.
Actually, if Hermione spoke without thinking, like she wanted to on this particular evening, she might have told him how she respected him far more than just a teacher. She might have mentioned how melancholy she was when he wasn't near, and she just might have told him how his
dry sense of humor made her laugh. But Hermione knew those words would be wasted, and she didn't like to waste a moment.
If he would choose to listen, she would've have said that he made her want to cry in frustration and shout out in joy at the same time. She could have explained how she wanted him to hold her, but that she didn't know if she would care soon after. She would've said that these
moments were the best of her life, and she could say that being near him was like a broken hallelujah. But that was too poetic for her.
As the ghost of a smile crossed his lips, he looked up from the potion to meet her eyes. He had realized something and was ready to share it with her. As he spoke, it felt like a victory march, and Hermioneabsorbed every word down to he tiniest inflection. A new discovery…another chapter of work ahead of them….
She only returned the smile as they continued to work together. Maybe when she had something a bit more important to say, she would speak. Until then, she would silently join her hallelujah with his.
"…i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah…"