I don't own anything...:( But, then again, without J.K. Rowling's amazing
work, I would be completely bored to death every day...But who said school
doesn't take care of that issue...
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I sat down by the lake, my face flushed from the wind. I groaned and burried my head in my lap from frustration. My stupid so called boyfriend, Ron Weasley, is being a jerk again. 'I can't stand him, I don't know why I'm even his girlfriend. Oh yeah, he'll probably beat me to death like last time.' I thought. I squinted painfully as I fingered the scars on my lower back and arms. Now that Ron was a brilliant Quidditch player, he was famous around school. He had even earned himself some money, and that made him feel like he had the right to do anything he wanted. Like hit me.
And I wonder if you ever thing about me anymore And I wonder if you ever think about me when you're bored And I wonder if you ever think about me when you're hangin' in New York And I wonder if you still think that I smile just for you And I wonder if the reasons why you ignore me are untrue And I wonder if you give them more excuses then the ones I get from you
I peered across the lake to see a small dark figure moving my way. 'Probably Ron here to torture me.' I thought. But as the person came closer, and the outline became more clear, it wasn't Ron, it was Harry. I heaved a deep sigh of relief and went back to reading the book I had rested on the stump of the tree I was sitting at. Harry came over and sat down next to me.
"Hey 'Mione." Harry began. "Look, I know there's something up between you and Ron. I know there's a relationship there, but there's something else." There was a long pause before I even dared to answer.
"N-no. There's nothing going on Harry, why do you ask?" I gripped my arm tightly and looked around nervously as if there would be an answer in the ground.
Because boy you mean So much to me I wish that we Could start it over I don't need your sympathy Your apologies Still I'm starin at my coffee cup at six A.M. 'cause I cannot give you Up
"Look 'Mione I know. You grip your arm, or feel around feebly for your lower back every time someone gets near you. Even Ron, no especially Ron. What is going on with you two?" Harry asked me. 'Gee, I love the way he's constantly concerned for me. Wait, no, this can't be happeneing. I can't be falling in love with Harry. Or can I...?' I shook my head to make sure I was still here. Reality check.
"Harry, I wish I could tell you." I said tears welling up in my eyes. I turned around so he wouldn't see them. I sniffed and hastily turned it inot a cough.
"Hermione you can tell me anything. I promise I won't tell a soul. No one." Harry whispered putting his hand on my shoulder. His gentle touch sent shivers down my spine, and that caused my scars to hurt again. I had to tell him.
I swallowed hard and turned to face Harry. "Okay. Ron well, when he's upset, at anyone, he takes it out on me. And he- he- he- he hits me." I sobbed and rolled up the sleeve of my robe to show Harry a few of my scars.
And I wonder if you're happy or just glad to see me scarred Did you buy his heart with Visa or just Platinum Mastercard I am bending over backward to get close to you but still I feel so Far
Harry's eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I hugged him back, sobbing into his chest. I was falling in love again, but this time, it was someone who really loved me. Someone who had at least the slightlest bit of sympathy.
"Harry," I started between small sniffs. "Harry, I think I'm falling in love again." Harry smiled slightly and sat down, pulling me into his lap.
"Well, I'm already in love with a certain someone." Harry said, a smile playing around his eyes. I sighed with dissapointment and stared at my lap.
"Do I know this girl?" I asked, maybe I could see who he liked. most likely it was still ChoChang. I looked into the lake and saw us reflected on its waters.
"Of course you do. You know her very well. Everything about her. Every little detail." He replied softly in my ear.
"Is she pretty?" I asked. 'Well, she's probably prettier than me. Everyone is prettier than me. Come to think of it, I can't think of a girl who isn't prettier than me. Excepting the Slytherins of course.' I thought.
"Of course. She's the most gorgeous girl I've ever met in my entire life. And mind you that includes six years of muggle school too." Harry said. Well, he was making his hints very subtle, because that could be any girl. There's a lot of pretty girls in school. But I couldn't think of who he liked.
"Are you going to tell me who it is?" I asked, smiling for the first time that afternoon. Talking to Harry always made me feel better, even if we were talking about which girl in school had won his heart over me.
"Of course I am." Harry leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You." I practically fell out of his lap. I was so happy, I couldn't contain myself. But then I remembered, Ron.
"Harry. Oh, I love you too Harry, but, Ron. What're we going to do about Ron?" I asked nervously. I knew there was no way I'd be able to tell him about this.
Because boy you mean So much to me I wish that we Could start it over I don't need your sympathy Your apologies Still I'm starin at my coffee cup at six A.M. 'cause I cannot give you Up
"I'll take care of Ron." Harry said and helped me onto my feet. "Don't you worry." And with that he drew our faces closer and closer together until we were wrapped in our first kiss. But I couldn't help being worried about Ron...
I sat down by the lake, my face flushed from the wind. I groaned and burried my head in my lap from frustration. My stupid so called boyfriend, Ron Weasley, is being a jerk again. 'I can't stand him, I don't know why I'm even his girlfriend. Oh yeah, he'll probably beat me to death like last time.' I thought. I squinted painfully as I fingered the scars on my lower back and arms. Now that Ron was a brilliant Quidditch player, he was famous around school. He had even earned himself some money, and that made him feel like he had the right to do anything he wanted. Like hit me.
And I wonder if you ever thing about me anymore And I wonder if you ever think about me when you're bored And I wonder if you ever think about me when you're hangin' in New York And I wonder if you still think that I smile just for you And I wonder if the reasons why you ignore me are untrue And I wonder if you give them more excuses then the ones I get from you
I peered across the lake to see a small dark figure moving my way. 'Probably Ron here to torture me.' I thought. But as the person came closer, and the outline became more clear, it wasn't Ron, it was Harry. I heaved a deep sigh of relief and went back to reading the book I had rested on the stump of the tree I was sitting at. Harry came over and sat down next to me.
"Hey 'Mione." Harry began. "Look, I know there's something up between you and Ron. I know there's a relationship there, but there's something else." There was a long pause before I even dared to answer.
"N-no. There's nothing going on Harry, why do you ask?" I gripped my arm tightly and looked around nervously as if there would be an answer in the ground.
Because boy you mean So much to me I wish that we Could start it over I don't need your sympathy Your apologies Still I'm starin at my coffee cup at six A.M. 'cause I cannot give you Up
"Look 'Mione I know. You grip your arm, or feel around feebly for your lower back every time someone gets near you. Even Ron, no especially Ron. What is going on with you two?" Harry asked me. 'Gee, I love the way he's constantly concerned for me. Wait, no, this can't be happeneing. I can't be falling in love with Harry. Or can I...?' I shook my head to make sure I was still here. Reality check.
"Harry, I wish I could tell you." I said tears welling up in my eyes. I turned around so he wouldn't see them. I sniffed and hastily turned it inot a cough.
"Hermione you can tell me anything. I promise I won't tell a soul. No one." Harry whispered putting his hand on my shoulder. His gentle touch sent shivers down my spine, and that caused my scars to hurt again. I had to tell him.
I swallowed hard and turned to face Harry. "Okay. Ron well, when he's upset, at anyone, he takes it out on me. And he- he- he- he hits me." I sobbed and rolled up the sleeve of my robe to show Harry a few of my scars.
And I wonder if you're happy or just glad to see me scarred Did you buy his heart with Visa or just Platinum Mastercard I am bending over backward to get close to you but still I feel so Far
Harry's eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I hugged him back, sobbing into his chest. I was falling in love again, but this time, it was someone who really loved me. Someone who had at least the slightlest bit of sympathy.
"Harry," I started between small sniffs. "Harry, I think I'm falling in love again." Harry smiled slightly and sat down, pulling me into his lap.
"Well, I'm already in love with a certain someone." Harry said, a smile playing around his eyes. I sighed with dissapointment and stared at my lap.
"Do I know this girl?" I asked, maybe I could see who he liked. most likely it was still ChoChang. I looked into the lake and saw us reflected on its waters.
"Of course you do. You know her very well. Everything about her. Every little detail." He replied softly in my ear.
"Is she pretty?" I asked. 'Well, she's probably prettier than me. Everyone is prettier than me. Come to think of it, I can't think of a girl who isn't prettier than me. Excepting the Slytherins of course.' I thought.
"Of course. She's the most gorgeous girl I've ever met in my entire life. And mind you that includes six years of muggle school too." Harry said. Well, he was making his hints very subtle, because that could be any girl. There's a lot of pretty girls in school. But I couldn't think of who he liked.
"Are you going to tell me who it is?" I asked, smiling for the first time that afternoon. Talking to Harry always made me feel better, even if we were talking about which girl in school had won his heart over me.
"Of course I am." Harry leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You." I practically fell out of his lap. I was so happy, I couldn't contain myself. But then I remembered, Ron.
"Harry. Oh, I love you too Harry, but, Ron. What're we going to do about Ron?" I asked nervously. I knew there was no way I'd be able to tell him about this.
Because boy you mean So much to me I wish that we Could start it over I don't need your sympathy Your apologies Still I'm starin at my coffee cup at six A.M. 'cause I cannot give you Up
"I'll take care of Ron." Harry said and helped me onto my feet. "Don't you worry." And with that he drew our faces closer and closer together until we were wrapped in our first kiss. But I couldn't help being worried about Ron...