This was intended to be a one off, but since you all decided you liked it
so much, I thought why not?
(I love you guys, you made my day! I got to write this instead of going to my aunt's golden wedding! Yay! Oooh, I'm evil ;-))
So, err, disclaimer! None of this belongs to me, got it? The song belongs to some people, they call themselves the Backstreet Boys, can't think who they are!
And the characters - well, you know, guess! 'Cos you sure wouldn't be reading this if you hadn't read the books or seen the film!
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll continue . . .
*~*~*
Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely
So many words for the broken heart
It's hard to see in a crimson love
So hard to breathe
He's staring at me again, that dark possessive gaze that makes it hard to concentrate. I lean over and point Neville in the direction of the Mandrake, daring him to say something. He'll have to tell me off soon, it's been three days with no detention now. I wonder if he's ill? It's not like him to treat Slytherin and Gryffindor the same.
Walk with me and maybe
Nights of light so soon become
Wild and free, I could feel the sun
Your every wish will be done
They tell me
It used to worry me, the way he sits and watches me when he thinks I'm not looking. Somehow, it doesn't anymore. His eyes, once so forbidding and distant, are soft and warm on occasions, when I'm fast enough to catch him staring. Briefly I wonder what he is like, underneath the I'm-A-Professor- Don't-Mess-With-Me exterior. What would I have to do to get under his skin?
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart
I've finished the potion, first as always. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to get something wrong. I look up and meet his eyes boldly.
Oh, he's slipping. That strange lonesome look that lives just behind his eyes was on his face for a moment, before he saw me. I watch him walk over, so confident in his dungeon. So predatory. I feel like I'm being hunted. He gives my work a cursory glance, seemingly indifferent to the fact that it's perfect again. But I think I'm beginning to see behind the mask of the Professor, to the man beneath.
Life goes on and it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say, forever gaze upon me
I gaze up at him, searching his eyes in hopes of seeing something other than my nemesis. He intimidates me, and I'm sure he knows it, playing on my fear as he would a harp. He sneers at me. Oh, God, I've done the wrong potion, haven't I?
'Well, Miss Granger' - I hate it when he calls me that, it makes me sound like my primary school secretary - 'it seems the divine muse has granted you knowledge yet again.'
I feel my entire body relax. I almost smile, remembering just in time that he's watching me, waiting for something that he can fault with my work. He looks so forbidding when he frowns like that; it's hard to believe that he is a real person with real feelings.
He looks around, and notices the looks Ron and the others are giving him. I stifle a giggle; they are absolutely gobsmacked. It's almost as if they can't believe their ears. I don't blame them. I'm having trouble taking that compliment in myself. He turns back as I wipe the grin off my face.
'However' - here we go. Hang on, Hermione, no pain, no gain - 'Twenty points from Gryffindor for helping Longbottom, Miss Granger, when you have been specifically ordered not to.'
Guilty roads to an endless love
There's no control, are you with me now
Your every wish will be done
They tell me
I barely register the groan that runs through the classroom as I gaze up at him. I can't help but feel hurt that even he would do this to me. I should know him by now. Christ, Hermione, did you really think he'd be pleasant to you? You're better than his Slytherins, of course he won't be. I just wish he'd act like a person sometimes. I want him to know how this feels.
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart
Maybe he does. Maybe he's been through so much hurt and pain, the only way he can justify himself is to give it to others. Then again, he might just be a cold, unfeeling bastard with a heart of stone, like Harry says. I don't know.
I have a little fantasy I've never told anyone. Years from now, when I'm out of Hogwarts, and he's back on our side, we'll meet up, and I'll discover the human side to my cold-fish Professor. We might even fall in love. What am I thinking? He's old enough to be my father, and he hates Gryffindors. He couldn't ever love an insufferable know-it-all like me. He'd see no difference.
There's nowhere to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body and soul
The bell goes, and I jump, realising I've just spent the last few minutes gazing into his eyes. His dark fathomless eyes. Snap out of it, girl. He barks the homework, two scrolls on the potion we just did. I stand and slowly pack my bag, wondering if I have the courage to speak to him alone. Just something simple, like 'Do these potions work, Professor?' or 'What does mugwort do?' Do you love me?'
I roll my eyes as I walk out, stopping by the door to listen to my internal struggle. He's still watching me; I can feel his eyes on my back. I turn, and see him standing where I left him, looking at me with a strange longing in his eyes. So much had happened in this one lesson, I can hardly believe it. I've seen my Professor go from most hated individual to lust object in under an hour. Maybe I'm ill. Or maybe, I'm growing up.
How can it be you're asking me to feel
The things you never show
I turn and hurry into the corridor, hoping to escape the sensations that are boiling inside me. What if he does feel something for me? Nothing could ever happen, we're too different, not least in age. What would the boys think? Two more years and he'll be out of my life. I'll be able to move on, get a job. Fall in love.
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
But I'm already in love. And he'll never know.
There's something missing in my heart . . .
*~*~*
Ripper, what's your email address? I like you, your comments are very helpful. What do you think of this chap?
(I love you guys, you made my day! I got to write this instead of going to my aunt's golden wedding! Yay! Oooh, I'm evil ;-))
So, err, disclaimer! None of this belongs to me, got it? The song belongs to some people, they call themselves the Backstreet Boys, can't think who they are!
And the characters - well, you know, guess! 'Cos you sure wouldn't be reading this if you hadn't read the books or seen the film!
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll continue . . .
*~*~*
Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely
So many words for the broken heart
It's hard to see in a crimson love
So hard to breathe
He's staring at me again, that dark possessive gaze that makes it hard to concentrate. I lean over and point Neville in the direction of the Mandrake, daring him to say something. He'll have to tell me off soon, it's been three days with no detention now. I wonder if he's ill? It's not like him to treat Slytherin and Gryffindor the same.
Walk with me and maybe
Nights of light so soon become
Wild and free, I could feel the sun
Your every wish will be done
They tell me
It used to worry me, the way he sits and watches me when he thinks I'm not looking. Somehow, it doesn't anymore. His eyes, once so forbidding and distant, are soft and warm on occasions, when I'm fast enough to catch him staring. Briefly I wonder what he is like, underneath the I'm-A-Professor- Don't-Mess-With-Me exterior. What would I have to do to get under his skin?
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart
I've finished the potion, first as always. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to get something wrong. I look up and meet his eyes boldly.
Oh, he's slipping. That strange lonesome look that lives just behind his eyes was on his face for a moment, before he saw me. I watch him walk over, so confident in his dungeon. So predatory. I feel like I'm being hunted. He gives my work a cursory glance, seemingly indifferent to the fact that it's perfect again. But I think I'm beginning to see behind the mask of the Professor, to the man beneath.
Life goes on and it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say, forever gaze upon me
I gaze up at him, searching his eyes in hopes of seeing something other than my nemesis. He intimidates me, and I'm sure he knows it, playing on my fear as he would a harp. He sneers at me. Oh, God, I've done the wrong potion, haven't I?
'Well, Miss Granger' - I hate it when he calls me that, it makes me sound like my primary school secretary - 'it seems the divine muse has granted you knowledge yet again.'
I feel my entire body relax. I almost smile, remembering just in time that he's watching me, waiting for something that he can fault with my work. He looks so forbidding when he frowns like that; it's hard to believe that he is a real person with real feelings.
He looks around, and notices the looks Ron and the others are giving him. I stifle a giggle; they are absolutely gobsmacked. It's almost as if they can't believe their ears. I don't blame them. I'm having trouble taking that compliment in myself. He turns back as I wipe the grin off my face.
'However' - here we go. Hang on, Hermione, no pain, no gain - 'Twenty points from Gryffindor for helping Longbottom, Miss Granger, when you have been specifically ordered not to.'
Guilty roads to an endless love
There's no control, are you with me now
Your every wish will be done
They tell me
I barely register the groan that runs through the classroom as I gaze up at him. I can't help but feel hurt that even he would do this to me. I should know him by now. Christ, Hermione, did you really think he'd be pleasant to you? You're better than his Slytherins, of course he won't be. I just wish he'd act like a person sometimes. I want him to know how this feels.
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart
Maybe he does. Maybe he's been through so much hurt and pain, the only way he can justify himself is to give it to others. Then again, he might just be a cold, unfeeling bastard with a heart of stone, like Harry says. I don't know.
I have a little fantasy I've never told anyone. Years from now, when I'm out of Hogwarts, and he's back on our side, we'll meet up, and I'll discover the human side to my cold-fish Professor. We might even fall in love. What am I thinking? He's old enough to be my father, and he hates Gryffindors. He couldn't ever love an insufferable know-it-all like me. He'd see no difference.
There's nowhere to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body and soul
The bell goes, and I jump, realising I've just spent the last few minutes gazing into his eyes. His dark fathomless eyes. Snap out of it, girl. He barks the homework, two scrolls on the potion we just did. I stand and slowly pack my bag, wondering if I have the courage to speak to him alone. Just something simple, like 'Do these potions work, Professor?' or 'What does mugwort do?' Do you love me?'
I roll my eyes as I walk out, stopping by the door to listen to my internal struggle. He's still watching me; I can feel his eyes on my back. I turn, and see him standing where I left him, looking at me with a strange longing in his eyes. So much had happened in this one lesson, I can hardly believe it. I've seen my Professor go from most hated individual to lust object in under an hour. Maybe I'm ill. Or maybe, I'm growing up.
How can it be you're asking me to feel
The things you never show
I turn and hurry into the corridor, hoping to escape the sensations that are boiling inside me. What if he does feel something for me? Nothing could ever happen, we're too different, not least in age. What would the boys think? Two more years and he'll be out of my life. I'll be able to move on, get a job. Fall in love.
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
But I'm already in love. And he'll never know.
There's something missing in my heart . . .
*~*~*
Ripper, what's your email address? I like you, your comments are very helpful. What do you think of this chap?