Inside my skin there is this place, it twist and turns, it bleeds and aches
inside my heart there's an empty room, it's waiting for lightning, it's waiting for you, I am wanting, and I am needing you here inside the absence of fear, muscles and sinew, velvet and stone, this vessel is haunted, it creaks and moans, my bones call to you, in their seperate skin, I make myself tanslucent, to let you in for, I am wanting , and I am needing you here, inside the absence of fear there is this hunger, this restlessness inside of me and it knows that you're no stranger you're my gravity, My hands will adore you througha ll darkness, and aim lay you out in moonlight and reinvent your name, For i am wanting, and I am needing you to be here, I need you near, Inside the absence of fear.... Jewel
Harry lie down in his four poster thinking that night. It had been weeks since Ron's untimely death. Yet, it was still a fresh unhealed wound that had been unable to heal. Harry figured it would never heal along with the other many losses he had suffered in his life.
Hermione was all he had now that Ron was gone. She was the only one that ever understood anything anymore. People pitied him far to much. They acted like they knew what he had been through but it was bull shit. Hermione was the only one who knew anything about him.
Hermione lay in bed the night thinking. It had of course been weeks since Ron had died but that was beside the point as the wound it had left continued to feel like salt was constantly being poured into it. Hermione decided it would never heal.
Harry was her only true friend. Sure their were other nice people but it just wasn't the same. Harry was the only one who knew what pain was and the only one who knew a damn about her to say the least.
Early the next morning Harry and Hermione both woke early to take a walk. Silence surrounded them as they walked around the lake until they came to a bench to sit down. Harry didn't know what he was doing but as Hermione began to shed tears of grief, he began to kiss them away. He felt something he had never felt in his life, love.
Hermione smiled weakly and kissed Harry back. She had never felt this way about anyone in her life it must be love in this absence of fear.
a/n- this is the stupidest, I am well aware. I own nothing. Jewel owns absence of fear, and Harry potter is owned by Jk rowling.
inside my heart there's an empty room, it's waiting for lightning, it's waiting for you, I am wanting, and I am needing you here inside the absence of fear, muscles and sinew, velvet and stone, this vessel is haunted, it creaks and moans, my bones call to you, in their seperate skin, I make myself tanslucent, to let you in for, I am wanting , and I am needing you here, inside the absence of fear there is this hunger, this restlessness inside of me and it knows that you're no stranger you're my gravity, My hands will adore you througha ll darkness, and aim lay you out in moonlight and reinvent your name, For i am wanting, and I am needing you to be here, I need you near, Inside the absence of fear.... Jewel
Harry lie down in his four poster thinking that night. It had been weeks since Ron's untimely death. Yet, it was still a fresh unhealed wound that had been unable to heal. Harry figured it would never heal along with the other many losses he had suffered in his life.
Hermione was all he had now that Ron was gone. She was the only one that ever understood anything anymore. People pitied him far to much. They acted like they knew what he had been through but it was bull shit. Hermione was the only one who knew anything about him.
Hermione lay in bed the night thinking. It had of course been weeks since Ron had died but that was beside the point as the wound it had left continued to feel like salt was constantly being poured into it. Hermione decided it would never heal.
Harry was her only true friend. Sure their were other nice people but it just wasn't the same. Harry was the only one who knew what pain was and the only one who knew a damn about her to say the least.
Early the next morning Harry and Hermione both woke early to take a walk. Silence surrounded them as they walked around the lake until they came to a bench to sit down. Harry didn't know what he was doing but as Hermione began to shed tears of grief, he began to kiss them away. He felt something he had never felt in his life, love.
Hermione smiled weakly and kissed Harry back. She had never felt this way about anyone in her life it must be love in this absence of fear.
a/n- this is the stupidest, I am well aware. I own nothing. Jewel owns absence of fear, and Harry potter is owned by Jk rowling.
