Title: Come What May
Rating: PG-13 (Violence, strong language, and suggestive themes. I may even be rating this too low...)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters listed in this song fiction. They are J. K. Rowling's and I am not making any money off of them at all. The song is called 'Come What May' by... er... the best I can tell you is that it's sung by Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman and produced by David Foster on the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Sorry about that! And I'm sorry, but this is HIGHLY Moulin Rouge influenced... mostly the whole plot. I need a life...
*~*
I never knew, I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before,
Want to vanish, inside your kiss,
Every day I love you more and more
*~*
Leaning against the wall, Harry was sure that the couple he was spying on below in the Gryffindor Common Room could hear his heartbeat. Hermione had her hands in Ron's hair, his lips tightly pressed to hers. It gave him a thrill to watch them do this before...
"Well, goodnight love," Hermione whispered, getting up from the couch they had been sitting on. Ron, a dazed look on his face, smiled absently and watched her saunter up the stairs toward the fifth years' dorm rooms.
"Good show," Harry whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind the shelter of the wall, making sure Ron couldn't see the two of them. She gave him a sarcastic curtsy and flipped her hair over her shoulders.
"Yea, well, it may look easy, but keeping him out of things is near to impossible," she said. Harry rolled his eyes and poked his head around the wall quickly. Fred and George had walked into the common room and were talking with Ron. Perfect.
"I love you, you know," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck. She let out a soft sound as he bit the skin, but he ignored it and kept nipping at her between kisses.
*~*
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you, everything!
Seasons may change, winter to spring,
But I love you,
Until the end of time
*~*
As he stood there, his hands behind his head and talking with his two brothers, Fred smiled. Ron had a dreamy look about him, telling Fred that his suspicions were correct. Him and Hermione had just been snogging again. Those two were such a good couple.
A soft noise drew his eyes up onto the landing of the fifth years' dorm rooms. He had to blink a few times to make sure that he was seeing things right. Hermione and Harry were up there, in plain view, going at each other.
Fred quickly turned his head back toward his brothers. Ron was smiling and George was laughing at something. Neither of them had seen what he just had. He looked again. They were still up there. Shifting to the side a little so that he was in Ron's view of what they were doing, all he could see was the wall.
Those two little sneaks!
*~*
Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you,
Until my dying day!
*~*
"Just go! I'll be there at eight," Hermione hissed, pushing Harry softly toward his dorm. He grinned at her, his face smudged in lipstick.
"Right. Eight in the trophy room. Love you," he said, then ran into his room, slamming the door behind him. Hermione, a grin on her face, turned around to see and angry looking Fred Weasley.
"What the hell are you two doing?" he whispered. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the handle of her door, only to have him snatch it off and hold her by the wrists. As hard as she struggled, she couldn't get loose. "Ron loves you!"
"It... it's nothing Fred. Harry just has this thing for me," she said, bowing her head. He let go of her and she ran off down the stairs past him, through the common room and out the portrait door. Even Ron's calls couldn't stop her. Especially Ron's calls.
*~*
Suddenly the world, seems such a perfect place,
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace,
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste,
It all revolves around you
*~*
Lying there on his bed, Harry lazily ran his hand through his hair. Everything was going so well. Ron had no idea about what they were doing. In fact, no one had any idea of what they were doing. And he had the girl of his dreams.
The door flew open and Fred stormed in, glaring at Harry. A sudden twinge of panic flew through him, but he only let out a fake yawn and sat up as if there was nothing wrong. He couldn't know! How could he know?
"You see her again and I will kill you Potter. She's Ron's," he hissed, then strode out of the room, leaving Harry blinking. It took him a few moments, but he finally staggered to his feet and shut the door again. Fred couldn't know. Empty threats.
*~*
And there's no mountain too high,
No river too wide,
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side!
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide,
But I love you,
I love you,
Until the end,
Until the end of time
*~*
The trophy room was quiet as Hermione walked into the room, her hands behind her head. It would be any minute before he got there, but she decided to make it a little better looking. Filch, the caretaker couldn't even scare her because she was a Prefect, with every rights to be here if she wanted. She could have sex on the damn trophies and he couldn't do a thing to her.
Pulling out her wand, she whispered a few words and waved it about. A second later, a table and two chairs was in the middle of the room, with two glasses and a bottle of good French wine. Perfect!
"Sorry I'm a little late," a voice called out from behind her. She smiled, put her wand back into the pocket of her robes and turned around, expecting Harry. He wasn't there. "Hello Hermione."
"God Fred, what do you want?" she asked, taking a step back. Right into the case. She had no where to go, so she stood there, watching him walk over to the table and pour out a glass, pick it up and take a sip. A sly smile crossed his face as he set it back down.
"Oh, nothing much. Just waiting for someone," he said, then sat in the chair. A look of puzzlement crossed her face as she thought of whom he might be meeting, but soon enough, the look turned to horror. Oh god. Harry! Striding to the door, she heard him shout, "Oh no you don't! Sit in the chair!"
She did what he told her and sat, crossing her legs at the ankles. Thoughts swam through her mind, but only one stuck with her. If only Harry was smart enough not to come...
*~*
Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you,
Until my dying day!
*~*
"Sorry Ron, I can't stay for another game. I... er... have a meeting to attend," Harry said, standing up from his chair in front of Ron's chessboard. His friend nodded his head and picked up an issue of 'Quiddich Tips and tools of the Trade' from the table.
"You always have things to do now," he said, flipping to a random page. Harry was tempted to mutter 'other people's girlfriends to do' but he thought better of it and walked over to the portrait. With a wave to his friend, he left.
As he walked, Fred's threat hung in his head, but he didn't care. He was Ron's brother and wouldn't dare kill one of his brother's friends, even for Hermione. Harry laughed and wondered why he had ever even thought Fred was serious.
The hallways were quiet; the only sound he could hear was his own footsteps as they bounced off the stone walls. He couldn't care if Filch heard him up and out of bed at this hour. He was about to meet the girl he loved, and so nothing could go wrong.
*~*
Oh come what may,
Come what may!
I will love you,
I will love you,
Suddenly the world, seems such a perfect place
*~*
Everything was going so wrong. The second that Harry walked into the room, Hermione wished that she hadn't woken up that morning. He was holding a bouquet of flowers that he got from god knows where, and had a grin on his face. That was until he saw Fred.
"Hello Harry. Come join us, why don't you," Fred said, standing up and motioning toward the chair. Harry held his ground and stood where he was, causing a frown to slide onto the red haired boy's face. "No?"
As he reached into his pocket, Hermione was sure Fred was going to pull out his wand and hex him to death. She was as wrong as shit. What he did pull out was a muggle gun. Harry, who knew perfectly well what it was, turned to run, but didn't get very far. Fred shot him twice in the back, once in the head and once again in the leg.
"Oh god," Hermione said as Fred turned to her. His face was flecked with bits of Harry's blood, but he made no move to wipe them off. He only gave her a sideways smile and pointed the gun at her forehead. In a whisper, she said, "I love you Harry."
"I'll give Ron the message," Fred said, squeezing the trigger. Everything blanked out as she slumped to the floor.
*~*
Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you,
Until my dying day!
*~*
Rating: PG-13 (Violence, strong language, and suggestive themes. I may even be rating this too low...)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters listed in this song fiction. They are J. K. Rowling's and I am not making any money off of them at all. The song is called 'Come What May' by... er... the best I can tell you is that it's sung by Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman and produced by David Foster on the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Sorry about that! And I'm sorry, but this is HIGHLY Moulin Rouge influenced... mostly the whole plot. I need a life...
*~*
I never knew, I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before,
Want to vanish, inside your kiss,
Every day I love you more and more
*~*
Leaning against the wall, Harry was sure that the couple he was spying on below in the Gryffindor Common Room could hear his heartbeat. Hermione had her hands in Ron's hair, his lips tightly pressed to hers. It gave him a thrill to watch them do this before...
"Well, goodnight love," Hermione whispered, getting up from the couch they had been sitting on. Ron, a dazed look on his face, smiled absently and watched her saunter up the stairs toward the fifth years' dorm rooms.
"Good show," Harry whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind the shelter of the wall, making sure Ron couldn't see the two of them. She gave him a sarcastic curtsy and flipped her hair over her shoulders.
"Yea, well, it may look easy, but keeping him out of things is near to impossible," she said. Harry rolled his eyes and poked his head around the wall quickly. Fred and George had walked into the common room and were talking with Ron. Perfect.
"I love you, you know," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck. She let out a soft sound as he bit the skin, but he ignored it and kept nipping at her between kisses.
*~*
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you, everything!
Seasons may change, winter to spring,
But I love you,
Until the end of time
*~*
As he stood there, his hands behind his head and talking with his two brothers, Fred smiled. Ron had a dreamy look about him, telling Fred that his suspicions were correct. Him and Hermione had just been snogging again. Those two were such a good couple.
A soft noise drew his eyes up onto the landing of the fifth years' dorm rooms. He had to blink a few times to make sure that he was seeing things right. Hermione and Harry were up there, in plain view, going at each other.
Fred quickly turned his head back toward his brothers. Ron was smiling and George was laughing at something. Neither of them had seen what he just had. He looked again. They were still up there. Shifting to the side a little so that he was in Ron's view of what they were doing, all he could see was the wall.
Those two little sneaks!
*~*
Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you,
Until my dying day!
*~*
"Just go! I'll be there at eight," Hermione hissed, pushing Harry softly toward his dorm. He grinned at her, his face smudged in lipstick.
"Right. Eight in the trophy room. Love you," he said, then ran into his room, slamming the door behind him. Hermione, a grin on her face, turned around to see and angry looking Fred Weasley.
"What the hell are you two doing?" he whispered. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the handle of her door, only to have him snatch it off and hold her by the wrists. As hard as she struggled, she couldn't get loose. "Ron loves you!"
"It... it's nothing Fred. Harry just has this thing for me," she said, bowing her head. He let go of her and she ran off down the stairs past him, through the common room and out the portrait door. Even Ron's calls couldn't stop her. Especially Ron's calls.
*~*
Suddenly the world, seems such a perfect place,
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace,
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste,
It all revolves around you
*~*
Lying there on his bed, Harry lazily ran his hand through his hair. Everything was going so well. Ron had no idea about what they were doing. In fact, no one had any idea of what they were doing. And he had the girl of his dreams.
The door flew open and Fred stormed in, glaring at Harry. A sudden twinge of panic flew through him, but he only let out a fake yawn and sat up as if there was nothing wrong. He couldn't know! How could he know?
"You see her again and I will kill you Potter. She's Ron's," he hissed, then strode out of the room, leaving Harry blinking. It took him a few moments, but he finally staggered to his feet and shut the door again. Fred couldn't know. Empty threats.
*~*
And there's no mountain too high,
No river too wide,
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side!
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide,
But I love you,
I love you,
Until the end,
Until the end of time
*~*
The trophy room was quiet as Hermione walked into the room, her hands behind her head. It would be any minute before he got there, but she decided to make it a little better looking. Filch, the caretaker couldn't even scare her because she was a Prefect, with every rights to be here if she wanted. She could have sex on the damn trophies and he couldn't do a thing to her.
Pulling out her wand, she whispered a few words and waved it about. A second later, a table and two chairs was in the middle of the room, with two glasses and a bottle of good French wine. Perfect!
"Sorry I'm a little late," a voice called out from behind her. She smiled, put her wand back into the pocket of her robes and turned around, expecting Harry. He wasn't there. "Hello Hermione."
"God Fred, what do you want?" she asked, taking a step back. Right into the case. She had no where to go, so she stood there, watching him walk over to the table and pour out a glass, pick it up and take a sip. A sly smile crossed his face as he set it back down.
"Oh, nothing much. Just waiting for someone," he said, then sat in the chair. A look of puzzlement crossed her face as she thought of whom he might be meeting, but soon enough, the look turned to horror. Oh god. Harry! Striding to the door, she heard him shout, "Oh no you don't! Sit in the chair!"
She did what he told her and sat, crossing her legs at the ankles. Thoughts swam through her mind, but only one stuck with her. If only Harry was smart enough not to come...
*~*
Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you,
Until my dying day!
*~*
"Sorry Ron, I can't stay for another game. I... er... have a meeting to attend," Harry said, standing up from his chair in front of Ron's chessboard. His friend nodded his head and picked up an issue of 'Quiddich Tips and tools of the Trade' from the table.
"You always have things to do now," he said, flipping to a random page. Harry was tempted to mutter 'other people's girlfriends to do' but he thought better of it and walked over to the portrait. With a wave to his friend, he left.
As he walked, Fred's threat hung in his head, but he didn't care. He was Ron's brother and wouldn't dare kill one of his brother's friends, even for Hermione. Harry laughed and wondered why he had ever even thought Fred was serious.
The hallways were quiet; the only sound he could hear was his own footsteps as they bounced off the stone walls. He couldn't care if Filch heard him up and out of bed at this hour. He was about to meet the girl he loved, and so nothing could go wrong.
*~*
Oh come what may,
Come what may!
I will love you,
I will love you,
Suddenly the world, seems such a perfect place
*~*
Everything was going so wrong. The second that Harry walked into the room, Hermione wished that she hadn't woken up that morning. He was holding a bouquet of flowers that he got from god knows where, and had a grin on his face. That was until he saw Fred.
"Hello Harry. Come join us, why don't you," Fred said, standing up and motioning toward the chair. Harry held his ground and stood where he was, causing a frown to slide onto the red haired boy's face. "No?"
As he reached into his pocket, Hermione was sure Fred was going to pull out his wand and hex him to death. She was as wrong as shit. What he did pull out was a muggle gun. Harry, who knew perfectly well what it was, turned to run, but didn't get very far. Fred shot him twice in the back, once in the head and once again in the leg.
"Oh god," Hermione said as Fred turned to her. His face was flecked with bits of Harry's blood, but he made no move to wipe them off. He only gave her a sideways smile and pointed the gun at her forehead. In a whisper, she said, "I love you Harry."
"I'll give Ron the message," Fred said, squeezing the trigger. Everything blanked out as she slumped to the floor.
*~*
Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you,
Until my dying day!
*~*
