Chapter Four: You Set Me Free
Can't you see?
There's a feeling that's come over me
Close my eyes
You're the only one that leaves me
Completely breathless
No need to wonder why
Sometimes a gift like this you can't deny
Oh, 'Cause I wanted to fly
So you gave me your wings
And I witheld this breath so I could see
Yeah you set me free
Ooh, there's a will there's a way
Sometimes words just can't explain
This is real, I'm
afraid
I guess this time there's just no (something?)
You keep me restless
You're in my heart
The only light that shines there in the dark
Oh, 'Cause I wanted to fly
So you gave me your wings
And I witheld this breath so I could see
Yeah and you set me free
I can't believe it. At this time tommorow, I'll probably be fainted on the couch because Ron has some fabulous life. Harry, too. And they'll say something like, "Oh, Hermione, how is your life? Any boys?" And I'll be all, "Sigh No, I thought Ron would be single but then it dawned on me that he wouldn't be so let me mentally wound myself."
I don't want to go. Really and truly. Honestly. No. Don't make me.
Maybe I'll be sick.
Oh, gods, that weird butterfly-y feeling is going on in my stomache again. Everytime I think about just being within a centimeter of the Burrow. ...Within a centimeter of Ron...
Ew, it makes me feel sick. But the kind of sick that's not...sick. You know? It's like, not real sick. And I'm making no sense.
I NEED TO GET A GRIP. It's just a dinner, I bet Ron isn't getting all...whatever on me. He's probably cool, calm, and collected.
I'm going to die.
This is insane. I need to stop. This is just driving me absolutly nutty. And then Ron can say, as always, to Harry, "She's gone nutters, hasn't she?" And then Harry could say, "Well, they did just take her out of St. Mungo's." And then they could talk about how messed up in the head I am. Mmhm, sounds fun.
I NEED TO GET A GRIP.
NOW.
CALM YOURSELF, HERMIONE JANE GRANGER.
ITS. NO. BIG. DEAL.
He probably has, like, a thousand kids and she's probably pregnant, and Harry's probably with some gorgeous person. And they're probably all fine and dandy. I'll just be all crazy, twitching and all, and they'll be "So the weather is fine in perfectville!"
I AM MAKING NO SENSE.
GET
A
GRIP!
HONESTLY, THIS IS JUST CRAZY. AND NOW, I'M IN CAPSLOCK TO SHOW MY TRUE MENTAL STAGE. IT'S A BEAUTIFUL THING.
Okay, it's twelve AM. I need to get some sort of sleep or else I'll be completely messed up in the morning.
Goodnight and hope for the best.
AN: Okay, I told you it would be short. But the next is going to be long!! D
xoxo, liz