A/N: I use lyrics in statements and paragraphs when you least
expect it. Disclaimer: If I had written this story, I would be rich and not
need to write fanfiction to make myself feel better about my life and my
writing abilities. R/R.
"But I love the way you roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as I slowly and quietly fall apart." -TBS
Things like this happened everyday. Hermione was sitting in the library over a scroll of parchment for Potions, trying to decipher the difference betweens Mungs' Wart and Leaf Of Tirtas. Her nose was scrunched in wonder and eyebrows puzzled and arched in confusion. No matter how many volumes she read, she just couldn't find the proper information. She leafed through musty pages and sighed aloud, the rest of the world faded out around her. Now, it was just she and her beloved books, alone. Her eyes were worn and stained with fresh tears. It was here that she could forget everything if she chose to. Forget about the previous night.
This is what living like this does, she thought. It was disgusting and heart wrenching. She'd gasped faintly, painfully. Her breath echoed through the halls and corridors of the Gryfindor tower. He had no shame, no sense even to go into the Boys' dormitory instead of her room where they would almost certainly be caught. It's not as if it was hard to hear the noise they were making, in her dorm, in her room, right beside her bed. Why can't he regret it? Can we just forget? He asked me. Don't believe me when I tell you, it's something unforgivable.
She retreated back to her room, sitting in the pitch dark, breathing alone; silently. There was a long, red hair on her pillow; A reminder of the night past. She closed her eyes, like pools of chocolate. Her dreams that night consisted mainly of tidbits of sunshine, clouded by gray thoughts of what had conspired here. True, she had not lost her dignity. She hadn't cried or made a scene. She just went to pick up her clothes among their gasps and mutterings of apologies. It was dirty and she hated that. She calmly picked up her belongings and crisply folded them, laying them out for the next day, and walked out silently, shutting the door behind her.
When she saw him in the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, her eyes could not meet his emerald pools. He walked up to her and lightly touched her arm, causing her to pull away. She felt the eyes of the entire hall boring into her back.
"Hermione," he whispered. She let out a dry laugh.
"Don't let this go to your head. You know, you're a touch overrated. And all I need to know is that I'm something you'll be missing. Maybe I should hate you for this, but I never really did ever quite get that far." She said in her quiet tone of voice, which had been exercised more and more often lately. And with those words, she sat down and quietly ate her breakfast, ignoring his pleas and the dark circles under Ginny's eyes. She knew the entire school was whispering about her, and she didn't particularly care. She was the victim here. Ron sat across from her, not even acknowledging her presence. It's as if Hermione was the one to have done with some great harm. He was entirely absorbed in his bacon, but she noticed the slight tinge on his cheeks.
She didn't actually feel the crumbs of food entering her mouth. She was numb; sedated. She whispered, almost to herself, but she was sure he heard her. "I believed all the lies when I thought that you cared. You chase all the things you can't have and I'm left here alone. You always used to turn off the lights so you couldn't see my eyes." The whole hall was silent as Hermione finished her meal and exited the room. Unknown to her, a great shadow was watching her. His eyes, flecked with silver, bore the sheen of evil and insanity. Those tastes somehow mingled to form a dangerous combination.
"Don't run, love. My mum's on Valium, so ineffectual. Guess what that means I'm going to be taking at her age? Guess how much good it's going to do. Count the irony there. Ain't life a mystery? And now that I see how bad you've had to suffer, I question: Is that really all you have to offer?" he taunted to the empty walls where she'd once been, and then stalked off the follow her.
"But I love the way you roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as I slowly and quietly fall apart." -TBS
Things like this happened everyday. Hermione was sitting in the library over a scroll of parchment for Potions, trying to decipher the difference betweens Mungs' Wart and Leaf Of Tirtas. Her nose was scrunched in wonder and eyebrows puzzled and arched in confusion. No matter how many volumes she read, she just couldn't find the proper information. She leafed through musty pages and sighed aloud, the rest of the world faded out around her. Now, it was just she and her beloved books, alone. Her eyes were worn and stained with fresh tears. It was here that she could forget everything if she chose to. Forget about the previous night.
This is what living like this does, she thought. It was disgusting and heart wrenching. She'd gasped faintly, painfully. Her breath echoed through the halls and corridors of the Gryfindor tower. He had no shame, no sense even to go into the Boys' dormitory instead of her room where they would almost certainly be caught. It's not as if it was hard to hear the noise they were making, in her dorm, in her room, right beside her bed. Why can't he regret it? Can we just forget? He asked me. Don't believe me when I tell you, it's something unforgivable.
She retreated back to her room, sitting in the pitch dark, breathing alone; silently. There was a long, red hair on her pillow; A reminder of the night past. She closed her eyes, like pools of chocolate. Her dreams that night consisted mainly of tidbits of sunshine, clouded by gray thoughts of what had conspired here. True, she had not lost her dignity. She hadn't cried or made a scene. She just went to pick up her clothes among their gasps and mutterings of apologies. It was dirty and she hated that. She calmly picked up her belongings and crisply folded them, laying them out for the next day, and walked out silently, shutting the door behind her.
When she saw him in the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, her eyes could not meet his emerald pools. He walked up to her and lightly touched her arm, causing her to pull away. She felt the eyes of the entire hall boring into her back.
"Hermione," he whispered. She let out a dry laugh.
"Don't let this go to your head. You know, you're a touch overrated. And all I need to know is that I'm something you'll be missing. Maybe I should hate you for this, but I never really did ever quite get that far." She said in her quiet tone of voice, which had been exercised more and more often lately. And with those words, she sat down and quietly ate her breakfast, ignoring his pleas and the dark circles under Ginny's eyes. She knew the entire school was whispering about her, and she didn't particularly care. She was the victim here. Ron sat across from her, not even acknowledging her presence. It's as if Hermione was the one to have done with some great harm. He was entirely absorbed in his bacon, but she noticed the slight tinge on his cheeks.
She didn't actually feel the crumbs of food entering her mouth. She was numb; sedated. She whispered, almost to herself, but she was sure he heard her. "I believed all the lies when I thought that you cared. You chase all the things you can't have and I'm left here alone. You always used to turn off the lights so you couldn't see my eyes." The whole hall was silent as Hermione finished her meal and exited the room. Unknown to her, a great shadow was watching her. His eyes, flecked with silver, bore the sheen of evil and insanity. Those tastes somehow mingled to form a dangerous combination.
"Don't run, love. My mum's on Valium, so ineffectual. Guess what that means I'm going to be taking at her age? Guess how much good it's going to do. Count the irony there. Ain't life a mystery? And now that I see how bad you've had to suffer, I question: Is that really all you have to offer?" he taunted to the empty walls where she'd once been, and then stalked off the follow her.