Someday, I Promise....
--by Egon Starcollector
A/N: This is just a little piece that came to me as I was booting up the computer tonight...I knew I just had to open my word processing program before anything else.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, flying cars, the Weasely clan, or Neverland.
Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, staring blankly at the parchment in front of him. He was supposed to be working on a Potions essay, but somehow common uses for wolfsbane just didn't have his attention.
His eyes kept wandering across the room to a figure dozing in a chair by the fire. Hermione's hair hung down over her face like a soft curtain, the book in her lap forgotten as she wandered in Dreamland. She was smiling; he wondered if she was dreaming about him.
He and Hermione had been dating for almost six months. Had it really been that long? It didn't seem like it...but then, every year since they'd met had seemed to fly by in an instant.
This was love. The need to be near her, the comfort her memory brought him when she wasn't there, the feeling that forever would never be enough time with her.... She was his reason. His rational thoughts...his reason to fight...his reason to breathe.
He looked down at the parchment again. Hermione didn't know it--no one knew it, in fact--but Harry sometimes liked to write. It helped clear his head, and the mechanical action of writing relaxed him greatly. He smiled faintly and began to move his quill across the parchment....
Someday, I Promise....
Someday I will take you far away
In a flying car of silver-white.
With the Weaselys along for an entourage,
We'll fly away quietly into the night--
The lord and lady of Neverland,
Where the rivers flow with honey and milk.
And I will put up your hair with diamonds and pearls
And dress you in gowns of the finest silk.
But now, the dark lord's servants prowl;
The night has danger in its deep.
And so, while you sit in peaceful dreams,
I will wait here and watch you sleep.
--from Harry Potter to Hermione Granger as she dozes in front of the common room fire.
When Hermione awoke, she found the parchment tucked between the pages of her book. She was stunned to read it; she never would have imagined Harry to be a poet! When she reached her room, she locked the parchment into her diary, then returned to sleep and dreams of Harry.
--by Egon Starcollector
A/N: This is just a little piece that came to me as I was booting up the computer tonight...I knew I just had to open my word processing program before anything else.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, flying cars, the Weasely clan, or Neverland.
Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, staring blankly at the parchment in front of him. He was supposed to be working on a Potions essay, but somehow common uses for wolfsbane just didn't have his attention.
His eyes kept wandering across the room to a figure dozing in a chair by the fire. Hermione's hair hung down over her face like a soft curtain, the book in her lap forgotten as she wandered in Dreamland. She was smiling; he wondered if she was dreaming about him.
He and Hermione had been dating for almost six months. Had it really been that long? It didn't seem like it...but then, every year since they'd met had seemed to fly by in an instant.
This was love. The need to be near her, the comfort her memory brought him when she wasn't there, the feeling that forever would never be enough time with her.... She was his reason. His rational thoughts...his reason to fight...his reason to breathe.
He looked down at the parchment again. Hermione didn't know it--no one knew it, in fact--but Harry sometimes liked to write. It helped clear his head, and the mechanical action of writing relaxed him greatly. He smiled faintly and began to move his quill across the parchment....
Someday, I Promise....
Someday I will take you far away
In a flying car of silver-white.
With the Weaselys along for an entourage,
We'll fly away quietly into the night--
The lord and lady of Neverland,
Where the rivers flow with honey and milk.
And I will put up your hair with diamonds and pearls
And dress you in gowns of the finest silk.
But now, the dark lord's servants prowl;
The night has danger in its deep.
And so, while you sit in peaceful dreams,
I will wait here and watch you sleep.
--from Harry Potter to Hermione Granger as she dozes in front of the common room fire.
When Hermione awoke, she found the parchment tucked between the pages of her book. She was stunned to read it; she never would have imagined Harry to be a poet! When she reached her room, she locked the parchment into her diary, then returned to sleep and dreams of Harry.