TITLE: Dancing
AUTHOR: Jules
RATING: PG-13 for serious situations
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing—suing is futile.
SUMMARY: "Even knowing then what I know now, knowing that we'd end up like this, knowing how much it would hurt…I wouldn't change a thing."
A/N: Inspired by "The Dance" by Garth Brooks. Sadness ahead. Oh, and just as a situation setup, Arthur Weasley is now the Minister of Magic.
"Dancing"
Hello, Hermione.
How are you?
Silly question, isn't it? I know how you are—it never changes. You just lay there, staring at me with eyes that no longer see me. You don't recognize me, don't even know I'm here.
But I keep coming, don't I? Every single day. I promised you when this happened that I'd find a way to save you, and I'm still looking. Don't you worry, love.
As if you could.
It's been almost a year now since the accident, since that wayward curse thrown at my father's inauguration sent you into this coma, and the doctors and all our friends have almost given up hope that you'll ever wake up. Not me, though. I swore I'd never give up on you, and I won't. I can't. I need you to come back to me.
Ginny and I had a long talk the other night about you. She said that she almost wished she'd never even known you—then what had happened wouldn't hurt so much. I got so angry. I couldn't believe she'd ever think such a thing. After I calmed down a little, though, I thought it over, and I could see where she was coming from. After all, if she didn't love you so dearly, your being gone wouldn't have such a painful impact. It makes sense, in a bizarre way. But I'd never wish that. Never.
Because to do that, I'd have to give up all the memories that have sustained me, all the mental images of you that have kept me going.
I'd have to give up my entire life, because that's what you are. My life.
Even knowing then what I know now, knowing that we'd end up like this, knowing how much it would hurt…I wouldn't change a thing.
I'd gladly endure all of this pain now in order to have the wonderful memories of our friendship and love.
I'd live the rest of my life with this ache inside just for the remembrance of one loving smile, one tender kiss.
I'd trade a lifetime of never knowing the wonder of you for one day with your love and light and life in it.
I'm glad I never saw this coming, Hermione, because it might have frightened me away from you, and I would have missed so much.
I'm so thankful for the time we did have, and I'm looking forward to the future I see shining so brightly for us both. Because I will find a way to bring you back, love. And when I do, we'll get that romantic waltz you wanted so desperately wanted at the Inaugural Ball.
I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it.
Harry's at the door—he's come to take me home. I'll be back tomorrow, and maybe by then I'll have found the answer I'm looking for.
Here's a kiss, sweetheart, and a hug. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry—everything's going to be fine. You'll see.
In the meantime…I'll dance, and feel you close in my arms and in my heart.
And deep inside your heart, I'll know you're dancing too.
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AUTHOR: Jules
RATING: PG-13 for serious situations
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing—suing is futile.
SUMMARY: "Even knowing then what I know now, knowing that we'd end up like this, knowing how much it would hurt…I wouldn't change a thing."
A/N: Inspired by "The Dance" by Garth Brooks. Sadness ahead. Oh, and just as a situation setup, Arthur Weasley is now the Minister of Magic.
"Dancing"
Hello, Hermione.
How are you?
Silly question, isn't it? I know how you are—it never changes. You just lay there, staring at me with eyes that no longer see me. You don't recognize me, don't even know I'm here.
But I keep coming, don't I? Every single day. I promised you when this happened that I'd find a way to save you, and I'm still looking. Don't you worry, love.
As if you could.
It's been almost a year now since the accident, since that wayward curse thrown at my father's inauguration sent you into this coma, and the doctors and all our friends have almost given up hope that you'll ever wake up. Not me, though. I swore I'd never give up on you, and I won't. I can't. I need you to come back to me.
Ginny and I had a long talk the other night about you. She said that she almost wished she'd never even known you—then what had happened wouldn't hurt so much. I got so angry. I couldn't believe she'd ever think such a thing. After I calmed down a little, though, I thought it over, and I could see where she was coming from. After all, if she didn't love you so dearly, your being gone wouldn't have such a painful impact. It makes sense, in a bizarre way. But I'd never wish that. Never.
Because to do that, I'd have to give up all the memories that have sustained me, all the mental images of you that have kept me going.
I'd have to give up my entire life, because that's what you are. My life.
Even knowing then what I know now, knowing that we'd end up like this, knowing how much it would hurt…I wouldn't change a thing.
I'd gladly endure all of this pain now in order to have the wonderful memories of our friendship and love.
I'd live the rest of my life with this ache inside just for the remembrance of one loving smile, one tender kiss.
I'd trade a lifetime of never knowing the wonder of you for one day with your love and light and life in it.
I'm glad I never saw this coming, Hermione, because it might have frightened me away from you, and I would have missed so much.
I'm so thankful for the time we did have, and I'm looking forward to the future I see shining so brightly for us both. Because I will find a way to bring you back, love. And when I do, we'll get that romantic waltz you wanted so desperately wanted at the Inaugural Ball.
I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it.
Harry's at the door—he's come to take me home. I'll be back tomorrow, and maybe by then I'll have found the answer I'm looking for.
Here's a kiss, sweetheart, and a hug. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry—everything's going to be fine. You'll see.
In the meantime…I'll dance, and feel you close in my arms and in my heart.
And deep inside your heart, I'll know you're dancing too.
--END--