A short little thing about Harry and Hermione. I DO NOT approve of Hermione and Ron being together because to me, they do not have this chemistry between them. Well, not as much as Harry and Hermione. Same goes for Harry and Ginny. They just don't seem to fit to me. Please don't bash me. This my opinion. I don't mind if you flame, just don't flame on my pairings. THAT'S IGNORANT. So here it is. I have added intentional Ron-bashing.
Disclaimer: No………just no.
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You're like a good weather forecast
You're like a straight shot to the vein
And lust spins in a spiral
Because my love for you is total
And it's forever
She sits so completely still. She is the image of an Angel in her perfectly white nightdress. No artist, no sculptor, no painter, could capture her immeasurable beauty. The light breeze form the window makes her long brown hair rise off of her shoulders. Her eyes are glazed over as she watches the night sky. Her chocolate brown eyes brim over with tears every now and again. She stopped wiping them away last Tuesday.
She hugs her knees to her chest. There is no warm body to comfort her. Not anymore. She rests her head against the window sill, too tired to even hold it up herself. Her arms wrap around her knees. She is trying to hold herself together. Her body is wracked with sobs every now and again. She buries her face in her hands. Trying to hide her shame. Why should she feel that? Why should an Angel cry?
He did this to her. He couldn't be satisfied with what he had. She stood by him the entire time. She laughed, and smiled, and loved. She stopped last Tuesday. She hasn't been eating. She hasn't been sleeping. She only gets up to take care of necessities. Eating and sleeping has long been removed from that list. I have been watching her since last Tuesday. Because no one else will. No one can bear the sight of this broken, battered, beaten Angel.
After you, the wall
Don't ever let me be without you
Beneath the asphalt
And even deeper down I'd be
After you, the wall
Don't ever let me be without you
Beneath the asphalt
And even deeper down I'd be
Without you
She sits at that window every night and day. Her eyes red, and puffy. I haven't spoken to her since last Tuesday. I don't know what to say. I can't say everything will be alright. Everything won't be alright. Everything is not alright.
I didn't know what to do when he found out. I was consumed by the pure rage that fueled Voldemort, himself. I thought Ron was the last person that would break her down. She wanted to fight. She is fighting. Fighting the pain that was slowly, day by day, coiling around her. Squeezing. Choking. Strangling her very soul from her body. She had always been one to encourage me. She was always full of reasons for me to 'go on.' Always pushing me with a reassurance of something 'better.'
You're my sickness and my nurse
And you've already turned me
Into your faithful dog
Why can't I do that? Simple. Ron was everything she could had ever hoped for in a boyfriend. He had always been there for her. Up until last Tuesday. He defeated her. The strong woman that I once knew was just a memory now. The incredible person that had helped, and helped, and helped. That was all she did. All she did was love people. And when it came right down to the end, she couldn't be loved in return.
The first day, last Tuesday, she had her hand pressed up to the glass window. Searching for some unseen answer in the night. Searching for her dreams which lay scattered around her feet. She searched, as I had once searched, for something with a little more meaning. She looked hard and long for it. Her hand didn't leave the cold glass until Wednesday. Wednesday. Wednesday she opened the window. I watched her. At first, I thought she was going to jump. Then I mentally kicked myself. She was still searching. A little harder now.
I smiled triumphantly for her. She had not given up. I was so completely wrong. By opening the window she had released the build up of hope from the constraint of the room. She released it into the atmosphere to wallow in the night sky. Her dreams of happiness were crushed in a matter of days.
You know that without you I no longer am
You know wherever you go, I go
Naturally
Now she sits by the opened window. Her puffy, swollen eyes has not gone down. She has not stopped crying. I wonder how he must feel when he walks past her everyday and knows that he has done this to her. I wonder if he regrets breaking her. Killing her. I wonder if he cries as night like she does. I wonder if he knows that she will not move form that window. I wonder if he'll be forgiven. And, frankly, I don't care.
I continuously watch her. Just to make sure that she is still holding on. Because I know that she doesn't want to live. Because I know he was her life, and her love. Oh, how Ron played her heart like a game. How he danced upon her heart like it did not matter. If only he had seen what I see now. How utterly stunning she is. Even when she is in pain. I want to say something to her. I want to help her. I want to hold her. I want her to love Tuesdays, again.
I dream for her still. For her to smile. For her to laugh. God, for her to laugh. For her to laugh, long and loud. For her face to turn red and her sides to hurt because of the force of it. But I know she won't. I know she knows I watch her. She knows everything. She knows I want to help her.
I walk softly and slowly over to her delicate frame. I feel her eyes on me as I sit across from her. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. I look at her. Her face knocks the wind out of me. Her blank expression. Her skin pale from malnutrition. Her lips cracked and no longer pink. I want to run away with her. To go out and chase around her dreams like butterflies. To catch her hopes in a jar sealed tight and watch them illuminate like fireflies.
After you, the wall
Don't ever let me be without you
Beneath the asphalt
And even deeper down I'd be
After you, the wall
Don't ever let me be without you
Beneath the asphalt
And even deeper down I'd be
Without you
Her hand drifts up slowly to hang in midair. Mine follows obediently and presses against hers. Her hand is shaking , but mine steadies it. Her hand so delicate. Mine so harsh. I do not rush her. I do not look at her. I stare at her hand. I still have nothing to say. I still don't know what to say to her. A friend. A daughter. A lover. A wife. A sister. A mother. A comrade. A fighter. A wisher. A dreamer. I see everything she could, should, and will be in her hand. And ever so lightly, her fingers entwine with mine. I do not move mine from their position until her fingers touch the back of my hand. I will not push her.
She looks up. I look up. There is nothing said. Rather, there is nothing to be said. She looks at me, and she sees. She sees everything. She understands. She knows. She feels. She forgives. A small, tiny insignificantly significant smile crosses her face. Just for a split second. It is so fast , I almost miss it. But it touches her eyes. They shine for a second. Not with tears, but with an unseen joy. Slowly she relinquishes her hold on my hand.
And I know this is it…… And I know her dreams will happen……. And I know her wishes will come true….. And I know she will laugh that side-splitting laugh….. And I know she will fight….. And I know the worst is over….. And I know she won't cry anymore….. And I know she'll smile….. And I know she'll be mended by love….. And I know she'll always be an Angel….. And I know she'll fall in love with Tuesdays again….. And I know she won't hurt anymore…..
Because she lightly leans over my body and slowly, slowly, slowly closes the window. She doesn't look at me again until she is half-way up the stairs. She doesn't smile. She doesn't need to. She looks into my eyes from the step she's on. Intently. Searching. Searching. Searching. She nods her head at me. She's found it. I nod back. She continues up the stairs, her bare feet padding softly on the cold concrete. Her white dress flowing around her ankles. An Angel. I walk back up the stairs opposite the one she did. Back to my room where there waits a comfy bed. And I no longer feel guilty. Because I know that I love her and always will. And I know she loves me and always will.
How do I know?
He broke her last Tuesday.
But I loved her more and more everyday following that.
After you, the wall
Don't ever let me be without you
Beneath the asphalt
And even deeper down I'd be
After you, the wall
Don't ever let me be without you
Beneath the asphalt
And even deeper down I'd be
Without you
Without you
End
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This is so sappy! I am really proud of it though. It is rare that I write something and actually like it. But I do like this. Please review and tell me what you think. Advanced criticism is accepted.
Disclaimer: I also don't own the song.
The song is La Pared by Shakira and it is originally in Spanish. I just translated it quickly to make it easier for everyone to read. The song is lovely and you should listen to it if you haven't heard it. I think it's the Remixed version though!!