--The Girl In Your Dreams—
A/N: Another songfic? Ack, half of my stories are songfics! J But I have a good excuse for this one: I just got the M2M CD, and I like this song. Review! This is from Hermione's POV.
I was walking down the street one day
Then I saw you and I didn't know what to say
You're eyes were shining
Your smile was so kind
I saw him, while I was walking in Diagon Alley that August morning. He was right beside a large hairy man, and he didn't seem to be interested in much else. I tripped over my own two feet, and didn't really care. I was head-over-heels, and I didn't know his name! Besides, I reasoned with myself, you're only ten years old! How could you possibly know that you're in love with someone?
When I saw you, I wanted you to be mine
Maybe I don't have the blonde hair you like
Or maybe I don't have eyes like the sky
And I'm not sure if I'm the girl in your dreams
But I can show you what love means
Later on that night while reading my books for the seventh time over, I came across something I hadn't noticed before: the boy I'd seen was… Harry Potter! I'd fallen for someone famous! But, I also noted, he was born in 1980! He was my age! I was so thrilled that I began to jump on my bed at midnight, something I never do. Anyway, I stopped to see what he was famous for. The evil dark wizard Voldemort (who's name I wasn't supposed to speak, I found out) had killed Harry's parents, Lily and James when he was little, and he'd survived with just a scar! I couldn't believe it. I also would never believe that Harry and I, along with our friend Ron, would be best friends.
One day you came and talked to me
And you said
We are meant to be
I was happy, everything was so nice
It was Halloween, in our fifth year. After five years with my eye on him, Harry confessed that he loved me. "We were meant to be," he said. And he kissed me. I was shocked and ecstatic. This isn't happening, I thought to myself. You're going to wake up and be in your bed. But it never happened.
But then I found out that everything was a lie
Maybe I don't have the blonde hair you like
Or maybe I don't have eyes like the sky
And I'm not even sure that I'm the girl of your dreams
But I can show you what love means
Of all people I had to find out from, I had to find out from Malfoy. "Hey, Gangly," he drawled one evening after dinner, "Do you know where your beloved Potter is?"
"How would you know?" I shot back.
"Oh, because I just found him. You won't be happy about what you see-"
"Cut the crap Malfoy. Where is he?" I asked.
"In the library, but he's not alone."
I was seething by the time I got to the library.
How could you do this to me?
You said we were meant to be
You showed me how to cry
When you told me everything was a lie
There he was, with his arm around a blonde haired, blue eyed girl. Teeth clenched, I stomped over to them, where they were "studying." He saw me, and faltered. I didn't wait for him to say anything. I just slapped him square in the face and ran for it.
Harry followed me, his face red from the blow.
"Who is she?"I demanded. "Another member of your fan club?"
"Her name is Amanda, and… no… she and I… um, Hermione I'm sorry. Maybe we just…" he stammered.
I didn't wait to hear the rest. Crying, I fled the scene, my arms flailing high above my head.
Maybe I don't have the blonde hair you like
Or maybe I don't have eyes like the sky
And I'm not sure if I'm the girl of your dreams
But I can show you what love means
(Love means)
I've learned my lesson. I don't get mixed up with guys like Harry anymore. We're still friends.
~*~
A/N: Whaddya think? I like it. Tell me if you like it.
Disclaimer: I own Amanda, but I won't be using her in any future stories. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Malfoy the Informer belong to J.K. Rowling. "The Girl of Your Dreams," belongs to M2M and Atlantic records off of their album (ooh, new word for CD) "Shades of Purple" which I now have! J
~Ashley C.