The guy who put his hands on you has got nothing to do with me and the bruises that you feel will heal and i hope you'll come around cause were missing you you used to speak so easy but now your afraid to talk to me it's like walking with the wounded carrying that weight way too far the concret pulled you down so hard out there with the wounded missing you well i never claimed to understand what happens after dark but my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of touching you but your wounded let me break it down till i force the issue we miss your face and you know i wish you would come to the dalva bar you tell em that's just my battle scar i want to kiss you and knock em down like we used to your the marigold till you walk down shakin that ass again and then you walk on baby walk on baby walk on you're an angel in the pit with her hands in the air and we're missing you now it's fall and your shoulders get tighter nervous flicks on your lighter boots your pissed off poets your womens groups and the friends with you we should have known this fool well i guess we missed the mark still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of them touching you now you're wounded let me break it down till i force the issue you never come around and you know we miss you well nobody took your pride away that's something people say back down the bully to the back of the bus its time for them to be scared of us and your yelling cause you got the ball then you rock on you rock on you're a summer time hottie with your socks in the air screaming i won't care baby i don't care you say you don't know you say you can't grow all i know is we're missing you you're the marigold show up wounded
by third eye blind
Harry hesitated, which door led to the girls dormitory he was looking for. He truly did not know so he acted on pure instinct, he was right. He found the dormitory he was looking for. The seventh year girls. Harry quickly scanned the room. On the bed to the far left was Hermione crying. Though Harry knew he was'nt susspose to be there, he went to Hermione's bedside and sat down. Hermione looked up with red eyes saying nothing. Harry just patted her back and waited for her to say something. Hermione's crying ceased but she still looked sad and fearfull of something, what was her problem? Hermione continued to look at him blankly. Harry could'nt take it anymore, he had to know what or who caused her to be like this. Just as Harry was about to ask, Hermione suggested they go out to the lake. Harry just nodded. Then it hit him, that loved Hermione and was thinking of ways to inflict serious pain on whatever evil doer had hurt his Hermione. Harry wondered if she could possibly feel the same way about him. As Harry put his arms around Hermione, she thought how am i going to tell Harry. She loved Harry with all her heart and dearly wished he could feel even a smidge of that for her. Ha, that would be quite a joke. Harry stopped at a large rock and sat down motioning for Hermione to join him. She looked cold so as cassually as possible he pulled her close. It felt so good until he remembered whatever Hermione said it was'nt going to be pretty. It felt something like his heart jumping up his throat. "Harry" asked Hermione with a sad scared voice. " What " asked Harry gently pulling her closer to him. " I don't know how to tell you...." sigh Hermione as she tried to hold back her tears without success. " Tell me what" asked Harry puzzled as he looked into Hermiones beautiful brown eyes. " Draco and his friends beat me up" Hermione whispered softly to Harry clear tears casscading down her rosy cheeks. " They what" asked Harry trying not to scream. " He hurt me" claimed a still crying Hermione. " When did this happen" said Harry with one hell of an edge. " Friday night in the potions dungeon" sniffled Hermione. She was so scared. She was'nt suppose to tell any one, especially not Harry. Harry sensed her fear. It was written all over her face. He felt so bad. He also felt like fracturing every bone in Malfoy's freaking body. He began to absently play with Hermione's hair while she cried into his shoulder. "Shush it'll be ok" said Harry trying to comfort Hermione who was still dry sobbing. " No it won't, he'll hurt us". " No he won't, why did'nt you tell us before" said Harry still pondering ways to hurt malfoy and his freaks. Sending them to hell was not an option. He couldn't beat them up for he would get in trouble. He tried to pushed these thoughts away as Hermione picked her head up off his shoulder. " I didn't tell you because i didn't want to get hurt nor did want to tell you due to embarrassment" sigh Hermione snuggling closer to Harry. " Why should you be embarrassed" asked Harry stroking Hermiones frizzy soft brown hair. " Because i love you" said Hermione into his shoulder. Harry's mind went blank, him love her, ridiculous. " I love you to Hermione" said Harry about to burst with emotion. That's when he noticed Hermione had fell asleep in his arms. Harry picked her up and carried her silently back to her dorm where he kissed her. He left the dorm after shutting the door quietly behind him. God, why did this always seem to happen to him. Hermione was depressed therefore making him depressed. He slunk down to his dorm and got into bed. How was he going to help Hermione he thought rolling over to fall asleep.
a/n- i know this sucked. i wont have the next part out for a while cause i am going on vacation. i own as usual nothing. Jk rowling owns harry potter and third eye blind owns wouned.
by third eye blind
Harry hesitated, which door led to the girls dormitory he was looking for. He truly did not know so he acted on pure instinct, he was right. He found the dormitory he was looking for. The seventh year girls. Harry quickly scanned the room. On the bed to the far left was Hermione crying. Though Harry knew he was'nt susspose to be there, he went to Hermione's bedside and sat down. Hermione looked up with red eyes saying nothing. Harry just patted her back and waited for her to say something. Hermione's crying ceased but she still looked sad and fearfull of something, what was her problem? Hermione continued to look at him blankly. Harry could'nt take it anymore, he had to know what or who caused her to be like this. Just as Harry was about to ask, Hermione suggested they go out to the lake. Harry just nodded. Then it hit him, that loved Hermione and was thinking of ways to inflict serious pain on whatever evil doer had hurt his Hermione. Harry wondered if she could possibly feel the same way about him. As Harry put his arms around Hermione, she thought how am i going to tell Harry. She loved Harry with all her heart and dearly wished he could feel even a smidge of that for her. Ha, that would be quite a joke. Harry stopped at a large rock and sat down motioning for Hermione to join him. She looked cold so as cassually as possible he pulled her close. It felt so good until he remembered whatever Hermione said it was'nt going to be pretty. It felt something like his heart jumping up his throat. "Harry" asked Hermione with a sad scared voice. " What " asked Harry gently pulling her closer to him. " I don't know how to tell you...." sigh Hermione as she tried to hold back her tears without success. " Tell me what" asked Harry puzzled as he looked into Hermiones beautiful brown eyes. " Draco and his friends beat me up" Hermione whispered softly to Harry clear tears casscading down her rosy cheeks. " They what" asked Harry trying not to scream. " He hurt me" claimed a still crying Hermione. " When did this happen" said Harry with one hell of an edge. " Friday night in the potions dungeon" sniffled Hermione. She was so scared. She was'nt suppose to tell any one, especially not Harry. Harry sensed her fear. It was written all over her face. He felt so bad. He also felt like fracturing every bone in Malfoy's freaking body. He began to absently play with Hermione's hair while she cried into his shoulder. "Shush it'll be ok" said Harry trying to comfort Hermione who was still dry sobbing. " No it won't, he'll hurt us". " No he won't, why did'nt you tell us before" said Harry still pondering ways to hurt malfoy and his freaks. Sending them to hell was not an option. He couldn't beat them up for he would get in trouble. He tried to pushed these thoughts away as Hermione picked her head up off his shoulder. " I didn't tell you because i didn't want to get hurt nor did want to tell you due to embarrassment" sigh Hermione snuggling closer to Harry. " Why should you be embarrassed" asked Harry stroking Hermiones frizzy soft brown hair. " Because i love you" said Hermione into his shoulder. Harry's mind went blank, him love her, ridiculous. " I love you to Hermione" said Harry about to burst with emotion. That's when he noticed Hermione had fell asleep in his arms. Harry picked her up and carried her silently back to her dorm where he kissed her. He left the dorm after shutting the door quietly behind him. God, why did this always seem to happen to him. Hermione was depressed therefore making him depressed. He slunk down to his dorm and got into bed. How was he going to help Hermione he thought rolling over to fall asleep.
a/n- i know this sucked. i wont have the next part out for a while cause i am going on vacation. i own as usual nothing. Jk rowling owns harry potter and third eye blind owns wouned.