Still I Miss You Somehow
S: A chaptered HP songfic based on the song "From the Bottom of My Broken Heart" – Britney Spears. It's Harry/Hermione.
AN: This is really long so I broke it down to chapters.. I've actually never seen a chaptered songfic so if this is abnormal… well, forgive me, but I want to get it up really fast. I'm not a huge fan of Britney but I don't despise her either. Try to be neutral about the artist when you review, oui? Merci. =)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter & the related characters (J. K. Rowling does). I don't own the song (Britney Spears does). Everything else (writings, ideas, etc.) belongs to me unless stated otherwise.
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(D) text (/D) = dreams
(F)~ text ~(/F) = flashbacks
(L) text (/L) = lyrics
"text" = spoken
[text] = thoughts
*
Chapter 1 You Wrecked the Girl
(L) "Never look back," we said
how was I to know I'd miss you so? (/L)
"Harry…"
Although the fire in the Gryffindor common room crackled and beamed merrily, the heat did not quite reach the frail girl kneeling in front of it.
Like all sad stories go, no one saw past her collected and independent exterior.
Her straightened shoulder-length brown hair is gathered into a small ponytail at the nape of her neck, clearly revealing her lack of desire to spend more than the bare minimum time on her physical appearance.
The plain, fitted white tee-shirt she wore beneath her robes is only one of the many she possesses. Clearly she wasn't one to oppose the boring dress code.
One look at her book bag would reveal two-inch binders for each of her classes, filed and labeled neatly in the small, practical handwriting (which, when compared, made Parvati Patil's heart-dotted notes look overly cluttered). Her roommates often whisper about having seen her casting a spell on her bag to make it roomier.
At any other given time, Hermione would've been considered the most-envied girl. Every girl in Hogwarts knew that she'd look quite stunning had she paid a bit more attention to her looks. It's common knowledge that she possessed the will to work hard and a born-to-be-intelligent mind. Above all this, what the others envied was her aura of confidence. She had long lost the bent, tired posture and now carried herself with a regal—but not snobbish—air. It seemed like nothing would ruffleor trouble Hermione Granger (with the occasional exception of her slight blush that refused to leave her alone whenever a teacher praised her).
Now, kneeling in front of the fire, she made quite an odd picture. Putting aside the shock that she wasn't studying, knitting, or designing posters for S. P. E. W., there was something strange about the way she hugged herself tightly.
(L) Loneliness up ahead,
emptiness behind
Where do I go? (/L)
Her tightly shut eyes opened. Tears almost hid the fearful look she had. Had anyone been in the room with her then, they would've seen how vulnerable she was.
(L) And you didn't hear
all my joy through my tears
all my hopes through my fears
did you know… (/L)
Unaware of her own actions, she reached for the flames.
(L) …still I miss you somehow? (/L)
"Ouuch."
A small gasp escaped her mouth as she pulled her hand away.
Then she smiled wryly at her slightly burnt fingers.
Physical pain.
It cannot compare.
Her unharmed hand went to her chest and felt the beating of her own heart.
(L) From the bottom of my broken heart
there's just a thing or two I'd like you to know
you were my first love, (/L)
A confused look flashed over her face.
(L) you were my true love (/L)
It was followed by a clash of hurt and faint happiness as she recalled the happiness that she once had.
(F)~
Halloween. She surprised everyone when she dressed up as a very common character—a fairy tale princess. But that was only because she volunteered to pass out sweets at an orphanage.
When she had returned to the common room late at night, exhausted and grumpy, Harry was there. He had been hitting himself with wakefulness charms to stay up for her. He stood up the moment she walked in.
"Harry? Why are you up so late?"
He smiled and handed her a cup of hot cocoa. "What do you think?"
Hermione's heart banged and pounded within her. "I can't guess." She lied as she sat down on the couch next to him and sipped the warm drink.
"Well, I've finally realized my love for my Potions master and I want to study to get on his good side." He said seriously.
"Harry!"
"Whhhat?" He looked very innocent.
"Harry…" she started warningly, but couldn't keep the grin off her face. Unable to hold back, she gave him a giant hug.
"Argggggh you're stronger than a football player."
Hermione pulled away, with an offended but amused look. "Football players don't wear princess dresses."
"You don't usually wear them either." Harry pointed out.
Hermione smirked. "They're kinda fun to wear. Want to try it on?"
Harry yelped. "No way!"
They broke out a pillow fight as the paintings of famous Gryffindor alumni looked disapprovingly down at them.
When they finally calmed down from the tugging, throwing, and pushing, Harry was buried by the extra pillows that Hermione summoned into the room. She sat on the giant pile and giggled.
"Giving up yet?"
Silence.
"Harry?"
There was no sound from beneath the pillows.
"HARRY? Are you ok?"
She was gripped by fear. What if she had suffocated him? She frantically threw aside the giant pillows.
"BOO!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
In a matter of seconds a startled Hermione was pinned to the ground by a triumphant Harry.
"HARRY!!" Hermione blushed. She took a few deep breaths and suddenly sat up. An unaware Harry toppled over, and Hermione started tickling him.
"ahahahahh Her-ahahahahahahaha-Hermi-ahahahahahahaha-no-stop—ahahahahah-Herm-own-ninny get your hands off me!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA" Harry laughed helplessly.
Hermione was aching from laughter herself and finally stopped and rolled over, still gasping hysterically at the sight of him.
When they picked themselves up from the ground and sat on the couch, Harry looked silently at Hermione. She shifted closer to him.
"Not mad at me are you?"
"Never…"
More silence.
"Hermione?"
"Hm?"
"You look very nice in that dress."
Hermione blushed but looked up right into Harry's face. She smiled happily. "Seriously?"
"Seriously." He said softly.
She touched her nose with his and looked at him.
He slipped his arms around her and the two closed in the distance between them to share a simple but sweet moment.
The portraits allowed small mutters of excitement to run through them.
"Aww. They're kissing."
~(/F)
A lonely, small tear made its way down her face. Her face had dreamy and pained expressions locked together, and her mind did not race as it usually did. She felt… blank. Really, honestly, blank.
(L) from the first kisses to the very last rose (/L)
She blinked a few times, then shook her head, as if trying to regain her thoughts.
(L) from the bottom of my broken heart
even through time may find me somebody new
you were my real love
I never knew love
'til there was you
from the bottom of my broken heart (/L)
"Harry… Harry Harry Harry…" she whispered.
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AN: What happened? What did Harry do? Chapter 2 coming up! Review & tell me what you think *scared* it's my first songfic...
S: A chaptered HP songfic based on the song "From the Bottom of My Broken Heart" – Britney Spears. It's Harry/Hermione.
AN: This is really long so I broke it down to chapters.. I've actually never seen a chaptered songfic so if this is abnormal… well, forgive me, but I want to get it up really fast. I'm not a huge fan of Britney but I don't despise her either. Try to be neutral about the artist when you review, oui? Merci. =)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter & the related characters (J. K. Rowling does). I don't own the song (Britney Spears does). Everything else (writings, ideas, etc.) belongs to me unless stated otherwise.
*
(D) text (/D) = dreams
(F)~ text ~(/F) = flashbacks
(L) text (/L) = lyrics
"text" = spoken
[text] = thoughts
*
Chapter 1 You Wrecked the Girl
(L) "Never look back," we said
how was I to know I'd miss you so? (/L)
"Harry…"
Although the fire in the Gryffindor common room crackled and beamed merrily, the heat did not quite reach the frail girl kneeling in front of it.
Like all sad stories go, no one saw past her collected and independent exterior.
Her straightened shoulder-length brown hair is gathered into a small ponytail at the nape of her neck, clearly revealing her lack of desire to spend more than the bare minimum time on her physical appearance.
The plain, fitted white tee-shirt she wore beneath her robes is only one of the many she possesses. Clearly she wasn't one to oppose the boring dress code.
One look at her book bag would reveal two-inch binders for each of her classes, filed and labeled neatly in the small, practical handwriting (which, when compared, made Parvati Patil's heart-dotted notes look overly cluttered). Her roommates often whisper about having seen her casting a spell on her bag to make it roomier.
At any other given time, Hermione would've been considered the most-envied girl. Every girl in Hogwarts knew that she'd look quite stunning had she paid a bit more attention to her looks. It's common knowledge that she possessed the will to work hard and a born-to-be-intelligent mind. Above all this, what the others envied was her aura of confidence. She had long lost the bent, tired posture and now carried herself with a regal—but not snobbish—air. It seemed like nothing would ruffleor trouble Hermione Granger (with the occasional exception of her slight blush that refused to leave her alone whenever a teacher praised her).
Now, kneeling in front of the fire, she made quite an odd picture. Putting aside the shock that she wasn't studying, knitting, or designing posters for S. P. E. W., there was something strange about the way she hugged herself tightly.
(L) Loneliness up ahead,
emptiness behind
Where do I go? (/L)
Her tightly shut eyes opened. Tears almost hid the fearful look she had. Had anyone been in the room with her then, they would've seen how vulnerable she was.
(L) And you didn't hear
all my joy through my tears
all my hopes through my fears
did you know… (/L)
Unaware of her own actions, she reached for the flames.
(L) …still I miss you somehow? (/L)
"Ouuch."
A small gasp escaped her mouth as she pulled her hand away.
Then she smiled wryly at her slightly burnt fingers.
Physical pain.
It cannot compare.
Her unharmed hand went to her chest and felt the beating of her own heart.
(L) From the bottom of my broken heart
there's just a thing or two I'd like you to know
you were my first love, (/L)
A confused look flashed over her face.
(L) you were my true love (/L)
It was followed by a clash of hurt and faint happiness as she recalled the happiness that she once had.
(F)~
Halloween. She surprised everyone when she dressed up as a very common character—a fairy tale princess. But that was only because she volunteered to pass out sweets at an orphanage.
When she had returned to the common room late at night, exhausted and grumpy, Harry was there. He had been hitting himself with wakefulness charms to stay up for her. He stood up the moment she walked in.
"Harry? Why are you up so late?"
He smiled and handed her a cup of hot cocoa. "What do you think?"
Hermione's heart banged and pounded within her. "I can't guess." She lied as she sat down on the couch next to him and sipped the warm drink.
"Well, I've finally realized my love for my Potions master and I want to study to get on his good side." He said seriously.
"Harry!"
"Whhhat?" He looked very innocent.
"Harry…" she started warningly, but couldn't keep the grin off her face. Unable to hold back, she gave him a giant hug.
"Argggggh you're stronger than a football player."
Hermione pulled away, with an offended but amused look. "Football players don't wear princess dresses."
"You don't usually wear them either." Harry pointed out.
Hermione smirked. "They're kinda fun to wear. Want to try it on?"
Harry yelped. "No way!"
They broke out a pillow fight as the paintings of famous Gryffindor alumni looked disapprovingly down at them.
When they finally calmed down from the tugging, throwing, and pushing, Harry was buried by the extra pillows that Hermione summoned into the room. She sat on the giant pile and giggled.
"Giving up yet?"
Silence.
"Harry?"
There was no sound from beneath the pillows.
"HARRY? Are you ok?"
She was gripped by fear. What if she had suffocated him? She frantically threw aside the giant pillows.
"BOO!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
In a matter of seconds a startled Hermione was pinned to the ground by a triumphant Harry.
"HARRY!!" Hermione blushed. She took a few deep breaths and suddenly sat up. An unaware Harry toppled over, and Hermione started tickling him.
"ahahahahh Her-ahahahahahahaha-Hermi-ahahahahahahaha-no-stop—ahahahahah-Herm-own-ninny get your hands off me!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA" Harry laughed helplessly.
Hermione was aching from laughter herself and finally stopped and rolled over, still gasping hysterically at the sight of him.
When they picked themselves up from the ground and sat on the couch, Harry looked silently at Hermione. She shifted closer to him.
"Not mad at me are you?"
"Never…"
More silence.
"Hermione?"
"Hm?"
"You look very nice in that dress."
Hermione blushed but looked up right into Harry's face. She smiled happily. "Seriously?"
"Seriously." He said softly.
She touched her nose with his and looked at him.
He slipped his arms around her and the two closed in the distance between them to share a simple but sweet moment.
The portraits allowed small mutters of excitement to run through them.
"Aww. They're kissing."
~(/F)
A lonely, small tear made its way down her face. Her face had dreamy and pained expressions locked together, and her mind did not race as it usually did. She felt… blank. Really, honestly, blank.
(L) from the first kisses to the very last rose (/L)
She blinked a few times, then shook her head, as if trying to regain her thoughts.
(L) from the bottom of my broken heart
even through time may find me somebody new
you were my real love
I never knew love
'til there was you
from the bottom of my broken heart (/L)
"Harry… Harry Harry Harry…" she whispered.
*
AN: What happened? What did Harry do? Chapter 2 coming up! Review & tell me what you think *scared* it's my first songfic...
