Title: Hide and Seek
Writer: xdeathxbyxlovex
Summary: DMHG After the war and Hermione thinks everyone is dead. Until he turns up. They talk. He seeks, she hides.
Rated M for mentioning cutting.
Song: Hide and Seek
Artist: Imogen Heap
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the song.
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
I was haunted with the memory.
The dust has only just begun to form,
I saw you die.
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Now, you're in my living room, sitting on my couch, telling me about how you didn't die.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
About how you were sorry for leaving me.
This can't be happening.
About how you missed your family.
When busy streets a mess with people
You cried real tears.
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
And I let you.
Hide and seek.
You needed someone to listen.
Trains and sewing machines.
And I did.
All those years they were here first.
Because of the war, you had no family, no friends.
Oily marks appear on walls
You didn't know it, but I understood all that pain.
Where pleasure moments hung before.
But I hid the pain and marks away from you.
The take-over, the sweeping insensitivity of this
You didn't notice, you didn't see.
Still life.
But I knew you cared.
Hide and seek.
I was all you had left from your former life.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
You asked me how Ron was.
Blood and tears,
Dead.
They were here first.
And Harry?
Mmm, what you say?
Dead.
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Was there anyone left alive?
Mmm, what you say?
No.
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
I guess…
Mmm, what you say?
It's just you and me now.
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Yeah.
Mmm what you say?
You nodded and looked up at me.
What did she say?
I hid my arms behind my back.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
You asked what I was hiding and I lied to you.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
I'm all you have left and I lied to you.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You said that you didn't believe me.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
I told you that I knew that.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
That's when it clicked.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
You asked if I'd been cutting myself.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
And I lied again.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
You said you thought you knew me better than that.
You don't care a bit.
You stood up and walked to the door.
You don't care a bit.
You told me you loved me. And you cared about me.
You don't care a bit.
But if I was stupid enough to do what I did, you didn't care anymore.
You don't care a bit.
But you cared. Once.
You don't care a bit.
I hope you liked it. R&R if you want.
xdeathxbyxlovex