A/N:: This is the sequel to "Iris". Much thanx to No Doubt, for their lovely song. This is a different version, actually. It's meant for voice, guitar, and cello. That's why the lyrics may look a little weird. I'm also considering a sequel to this, about Parvati and Lavendar
You and me
We used to be together
Every day together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real,
Well I don't want to know
"Did you hear about Harry and Hermione?" Parvati asked Lavendar on their way to the Gryffindor common room.
"I know, who would of thought of that one."
"I know, I mean, Harry's the strong, silent type and Hermione's... Hermione."
"I know, I wonder how Ron's taking it."
"I dunno, but he's lucky t have left those losers when he did."
They walked into the room still giggling and gossiping. They didn't notice the tall, red-headed boy who'd been following them the entire time.
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
"I refuse." Hermione said. Her arms were crossed against her chest and her eyes spewed venom. "I refuse to do anything with you until you apologize to Ron. You *said* you were going to tell him and you didn't."
"I tried." Harry responded, trying not to show he was defeated. "And you know what happened? He fell asleep."
"Then ta--"
"He doesn't talk to me, or to Seamus, or to Neville. He talks to Parvati and that crowd."
Hermione didn't answer. Instead, she sat against the wal and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. Harry took her wrists and pulled her hands away. He leaned over and kissed her.
"Why do you care?" he asked. Harry then cocked his head and grinned, causing Hermione to laugh. He'd once decided that this was his 'sexiest' pose.
"There's my Hermione!" he exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around him as he started to shower her with kisses.
"Screw Ron." she whispered out loud, but really to herself.
"No," Harry chided. "Screw Harry."
Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry
Ron lay awake, staring at Harry's chest rising and falling. Parvati's words hit him like ice: "left those losers when he did."
He turned unto his back and thought of what had happened. He'd always been the sidekick, then, the little kid brother. He had no real friends until Harry and Hermione; then, everything changed. They got more childish as he felt he'd aged ten years. They became like temporary toys, just cast aside. He'd always meant to pick them back up, dust them off. Somehow, he never thoght of it or had the time.
'Idiot,' he thought. 'Ya fucked up this time, didn't ya?'
He slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of when he stayed up with Harry, cahtting. What he ddin't know, both Harry and Hermione were haviong the same dreams that night.
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
"oh look, it's *them*." Lavendar annouced over breakfast.
"You mean..." Parvati asked.
"Hmm-mmm." Lavendar answered smugly.
"Harry, Hermione! Congratulations!" Parvati exclaimed with false cheeriness as Harry and Hermione found seats at the crowded table.
"Congratulations for what?" Hermione asked sleepily.
"You and Harry... going out." Lavendar flashed them a smile that read 'I know secrets'.
"I don't know what you're talking about. We're friends, like always." Harry replied, his face not hinting towards any emotion.
"That's not what Ron said." Lavendar said abrutly.
"No," Parvati agreed. "He said you and Hermione... well,... you know."
"Oh?" Hermione's response was surprising to the other two girls. "Thank you for the inormation." She took a slice of toast, Harry following moments later.
Parvati and Lavendar shared an evil smile, and continued to gossip over the newest fashions in robery.
It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
"Why did I leave them?!?" Ron askd Pig, his only true friend left. "They were the best things in my life!! Now what do I have? Nothing but gel in my hair and spit-shined shoes. What are those? Nothing." He slumped over, distessing Pig, who flew up to Ron's shoulder.
"Pig, you even came to me because of Ha... Potter." He tickled the owl under the chin, getting a hapy hoot out of him. he then leaned back, hearing footsteps. Ron turned, seeing Parvati standing a few feet away.
"You'll never gues what Potter and Granger said..." she started.
You and me
I can see us dying...are we?
"Hermi, you have to stop skipping meals over Ron. You'll get sick." Harry pleaded, half joking.
Hermione simply glared and kept walking.
"You honestly belive those two?" Harry tried again.
"They'd tell the truth, Harry. They're too simple to do otherwise."
"Right. I betcha they're really two supergeniuses..."
Hermione stopped. "Don't kid. Those two have always, and will always tell the truth. I have no reason to doubt them."
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
"Harold James Potter!"
Harry looked up from his Charms homework to see who was using, who *knew* his full name. It was Ron.
"How dare you get Hermione..." He checked around his shoulder to see if nyone was listening. "Pregnant." he finally whispered.
Harry was shocked. "Wha... What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Parvati told me. The only reason you two are going out is because you heard whe was easy."
Harry clenched his fists, trying with all his might not to strangle Ron.
"I knew it." Ron said smuggly. "I knew I was right. You're not denying a thing." He trned to walk off, but stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Fuck you, Weasley." Harry went for a punch, but Ron sensed it and met Harry's fist with one hand, and hit him hard with the other. Harry's eyes went wide as he sunk to his knees, unconcious.
"Get Madame Pomfrey!" were the last words Ron before he, too, fainted.
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
I know what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't speak
Don't speak
Don't speak
Ohhhhh
Hermione sat on her bed, her eyes swollen with tears. Harry was still comatose; since his muggle family didn't care, Sirius had been summoned. Ron was in suspension, since it was decided it'd be better to keep him than to send him to Mrs. Weasley's wrath. As funny as that was, Hermione didn't laugh. She'd been excused from her classes; it didn't matter, since she was chapters ahead of everyone.
"Hermione?" Dumbledore's voice broke into her thoughts. "Harry's awake! He's been calling for you!" Hermione opened the door. Dumbledore took her hand and together they apparated in the infirmary
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
Don't, don't
Ohh Ohh
Ron sat opposite Hermione, who was sitting next to Harry. Dumbledore and Sirius had stepped outside for the moment.
Slowly, Hermione got up. She motioned for Ron to do the same.
Harry watched from his bed.
Ron hung his head in shame as Hermione slowly walked to him. She pulled him into her arms as all three started to cry. One thought crossed their minds: 'All is forgiven'.
Hush hush darling
Hush hush darling
Hush hush, don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Hush hush darling
Hush hush darling
Hush hush, don't tell me 'cause it hurts
You and me
We used to be together
Every day together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real,
Well I don't want to know
"Did you hear about Harry and Hermione?" Parvati asked Lavendar on their way to the Gryffindor common room.
"I know, who would of thought of that one."
"I know, I mean, Harry's the strong, silent type and Hermione's... Hermione."
"I know, I wonder how Ron's taking it."
"I dunno, but he's lucky t have left those losers when he did."
They walked into the room still giggling and gossiping. They didn't notice the tall, red-headed boy who'd been following them the entire time.
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
"I refuse." Hermione said. Her arms were crossed against her chest and her eyes spewed venom. "I refuse to do anything with you until you apologize to Ron. You *said* you were going to tell him and you didn't."
"I tried." Harry responded, trying not to show he was defeated. "And you know what happened? He fell asleep."
"Then ta--"
"He doesn't talk to me, or to Seamus, or to Neville. He talks to Parvati and that crowd."
Hermione didn't answer. Instead, she sat against the wal and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. Harry took her wrists and pulled her hands away. He leaned over and kissed her.
"Why do you care?" he asked. Harry then cocked his head and grinned, causing Hermione to laugh. He'd once decided that this was his 'sexiest' pose.
"There's my Hermione!" he exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around him as he started to shower her with kisses.
"Screw Ron." she whispered out loud, but really to herself.
"No," Harry chided. "Screw Harry."
Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry
Ron lay awake, staring at Harry's chest rising and falling. Parvati's words hit him like ice: "left those losers when he did."
He turned unto his back and thought of what had happened. He'd always been the sidekick, then, the little kid brother. He had no real friends until Harry and Hermione; then, everything changed. They got more childish as he felt he'd aged ten years. They became like temporary toys, just cast aside. He'd always meant to pick them back up, dust them off. Somehow, he never thoght of it or had the time.
'Idiot,' he thought. 'Ya fucked up this time, didn't ya?'
He slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of when he stayed up with Harry, cahtting. What he ddin't know, both Harry and Hermione were haviong the same dreams that night.
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
"oh look, it's *them*." Lavendar annouced over breakfast.
"You mean..." Parvati asked.
"Hmm-mmm." Lavendar answered smugly.
"Harry, Hermione! Congratulations!" Parvati exclaimed with false cheeriness as Harry and Hermione found seats at the crowded table.
"Congratulations for what?" Hermione asked sleepily.
"You and Harry... going out." Lavendar flashed them a smile that read 'I know secrets'.
"I don't know what you're talking about. We're friends, like always." Harry replied, his face not hinting towards any emotion.
"That's not what Ron said." Lavendar said abrutly.
"No," Parvati agreed. "He said you and Hermione... well,... you know."
"Oh?" Hermione's response was surprising to the other two girls. "Thank you for the inormation." She took a slice of toast, Harry following moments later.
Parvati and Lavendar shared an evil smile, and continued to gossip over the newest fashions in robery.
It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
"Why did I leave them?!?" Ron askd Pig, his only true friend left. "They were the best things in my life!! Now what do I have? Nothing but gel in my hair and spit-shined shoes. What are those? Nothing." He slumped over, distessing Pig, who flew up to Ron's shoulder.
"Pig, you even came to me because of Ha... Potter." He tickled the owl under the chin, getting a hapy hoot out of him. he then leaned back, hearing footsteps. Ron turned, seeing Parvati standing a few feet away.
"You'll never gues what Potter and Granger said..." she started.
You and me
I can see us dying...are we?
"Hermi, you have to stop skipping meals over Ron. You'll get sick." Harry pleaded, half joking.
Hermione simply glared and kept walking.
"You honestly belive those two?" Harry tried again.
"They'd tell the truth, Harry. They're too simple to do otherwise."
"Right. I betcha they're really two supergeniuses..."
Hermione stopped. "Don't kid. Those two have always, and will always tell the truth. I have no reason to doubt them."
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
"Harold James Potter!"
Harry looked up from his Charms homework to see who was using, who *knew* his full name. It was Ron.
"How dare you get Hermione..." He checked around his shoulder to see if nyone was listening. "Pregnant." he finally whispered.
Harry was shocked. "Wha... What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Parvati told me. The only reason you two are going out is because you heard whe was easy."
Harry clenched his fists, trying with all his might not to strangle Ron.
"I knew it." Ron said smuggly. "I knew I was right. You're not denying a thing." He trned to walk off, but stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Fuck you, Weasley." Harry went for a punch, but Ron sensed it and met Harry's fist with one hand, and hit him hard with the other. Harry's eyes went wide as he sunk to his knees, unconcious.
"Get Madame Pomfrey!" were the last words Ron before he, too, fainted.
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
I know what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't speak
Don't speak
Don't speak
Ohhhhh
Hermione sat on her bed, her eyes swollen with tears. Harry was still comatose; since his muggle family didn't care, Sirius had been summoned. Ron was in suspension, since it was decided it'd be better to keep him than to send him to Mrs. Weasley's wrath. As funny as that was, Hermione didn't laugh. She'd been excused from her classes; it didn't matter, since she was chapters ahead of everyone.
"Hermione?" Dumbledore's voice broke into her thoughts. "Harry's awake! He's been calling for you!" Hermione opened the door. Dumbledore took her hand and together they apparated in the infirmary
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
Don't, don't
Ohh Ohh
Ron sat opposite Hermione, who was sitting next to Harry. Dumbledore and Sirius had stepped outside for the moment.
Slowly, Hermione got up. She motioned for Ron to do the same.
Harry watched from his bed.
Ron hung his head in shame as Hermione slowly walked to him. She pulled him into her arms as all three started to cry. One thought crossed their minds: 'All is forgiven'.
Hush hush darling
Hush hush darling
Hush hush, don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Hush hush darling
Hush hush darling
Hush hush, don't tell me 'cause it hurts