Disclaimers: I am not J.K Rowling. Really! She owns Harry Potter. But if I were her, you would be writing your own versions of my stories. Oh well, can't have it all I guess, what a shame.
Author's Notes: This is just a little something that was running through my mind for a while now. It's a bit sad at times but it will get better. It is a Harry and Hermione romance fic. Hope you like it. Just so you know, the poems are not a direct reflection of where the story is heading. I wrote them a long time ago.
Walk Away
~~~~~~~~~~Walk away~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Are you really going to turn your back on me?
After all that we've been through!
Do you really think it's over?
Just because 'you' want it to!
Life is more complicated,
Than solely your wishes and commands!
People can't simply turn their feelings off,
Just because it's one of 'your' demands!
You say that it's been tough for you
You say that it's been hard.
You say that you can't see it through.
What do you want, a sympathy card?!
If you really want to walk away,
And leave me in despair?
Don't expect me to come back to you.
Because now I know you just don't care!
~~Pinku~~
Hermione sat in the window seat of her room. The tears just won't stop! Darn it! How could he hurt her this much? She looked out at the now forming rain clouds. A storm was coming. It was amazing how the weather always reflect the state of her heart.
~~~~~Harry had come to me but a day ago telling me that it was over. Over! How could it be over? He did not even give me an explanation. He just said that it was too much for him and that he just could not go on like this. SHIT!!! Who did he think he was? The one that I love, that's who! My heart is in such pain and he won't even talk to me. I tried to talk to him about it but he just turned away and left. I ran to my room and here I stayed until now. ~~~~~~~
She turned away from the window and gave her room a quick once over before her eyes landed on the big, overstuffed chair by the fireplace. Being the head girl, she had her own room and was allowed to have anyone up here. That chair, that chair that she and Harry sat in only a week ago, telling the other, between kisses, tender, sweet, loving words. With a groan, she turned again and her eyes landed on the table that held her books. She got up and walked over the table and picked up a blank piece of parchment. Right about now, she would have been writing him a love letter, pouring out her heart to him, like she always did after a long day of studding. The tears started to form again and a cloud of tears blinded her. With a loud yell, Hermione tore the parchment into shreds, threw it to the floor and stomped on it until the tears ran down her face like a river. How could he do this to her. He had said that he loved her. She saw it in his green eyes, she felt it in his kisses, in his touch! How could love be so cruel? How could the one you love break your heart into pieces without a second glance?
~~~~~~Darn you Harry Potter! Darn you that you hurt me so much, and darn you that I still love you!~~~~
She crumpled to the floor in a heap of sadness and misery.
When next Hermione opened her eyes, it was very dark outside. Strange, she though. It was only mid-day! Then it dawned on her, the storm. It was sure going to be a nasty one. God bless the weekends! She could stay in all day and watch the storm without a care in the world. Not a care, that is, as long as she doesn't think about Harry. Harry. Oops though about him. Fresh tears started to form and her eyes did not protest. They were use to the constant flow of hot tears by now. She started to think about his always unruly, raven hear, his gentle touch, his thoughtfulness, his tender kisses and his, his…. She could think no longer, sadness had overtaken her. He did not love her anymore. Those awful, evil words echoed in her head as she got up and headed to her bed. She paused at her mirror when she saw her reflection from the corner of her eyes. She turned and saw an empty shell starring back at her. The shell looked dreadful. Its eyes were baggy, swollen, and red. Its hair was a total chaos of unruly, brown curls, flying in every direction. Its arms were black and blue from sleeping on the floor. And its nose was as red as a clown's nose. Yeah, that's it. It looked like a sad clown. With that pale face and red nose, how could you go wrong.
~~~~~I hate clowns. Hate um, hate um, HATE UM!!! Look at you! You're a total mess. You're so ugly. You're an ugly bookworm! How could anyone love you? No wonder he left you. He does not love you! HE DOES NOT LOVE YOU!! ~~~~~~
She picked up a picture frame and was about to throw it at the hideous reflection, when she noticed that it was the photo of her and Harry by the lake. The photo Hermione and Harry were in their bathing suits, sitting in the sun. She raised her hand to take the glasses off of Harry, and was leaning in for a kiss. He had his head bowed a bit because he was a little shy of all his friends seeing how much he loved being with Her. He looked up just in time for the kiss. And then it started to replay, only this time, the photo had little rain drops landing here and there. With shacking hands, Hermione let out a loud cry and hugged to photo to her. She slowly walked to her bed, eyes raining all the while. She climbed into the covers, took one last look out the window, at the approaching storm, and fell into a fitful sleep. As sleep came and claimed his little, heart broken angel, the window felt the first drops of the storm.
A/N: It is a bit sad I know, but it can only get worse before it gets better. *wink*
Author's Notes: This is just a little something that was running through my mind for a while now. It's a bit sad at times but it will get better. It is a Harry and Hermione romance fic. Hope you like it. Just so you know, the poems are not a direct reflection of where the story is heading. I wrote them a long time ago.
Walk Away
~~~~~~~~~~Walk away~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Are you really going to turn your back on me?
After all that we've been through!
Do you really think it's over?
Just because 'you' want it to!
Life is more complicated,
Than solely your wishes and commands!
People can't simply turn their feelings off,
Just because it's one of 'your' demands!
You say that it's been tough for you
You say that it's been hard.
You say that you can't see it through.
What do you want, a sympathy card?!
If you really want to walk away,
And leave me in despair?
Don't expect me to come back to you.
Because now I know you just don't care!
~~Pinku~~
Hermione sat in the window seat of her room. The tears just won't stop! Darn it! How could he hurt her this much? She looked out at the now forming rain clouds. A storm was coming. It was amazing how the weather always reflect the state of her heart.
~~~~~Harry had come to me but a day ago telling me that it was over. Over! How could it be over? He did not even give me an explanation. He just said that it was too much for him and that he just could not go on like this. SHIT!!! Who did he think he was? The one that I love, that's who! My heart is in such pain and he won't even talk to me. I tried to talk to him about it but he just turned away and left. I ran to my room and here I stayed until now. ~~~~~~~
She turned away from the window and gave her room a quick once over before her eyes landed on the big, overstuffed chair by the fireplace. Being the head girl, she had her own room and was allowed to have anyone up here. That chair, that chair that she and Harry sat in only a week ago, telling the other, between kisses, tender, sweet, loving words. With a groan, she turned again and her eyes landed on the table that held her books. She got up and walked over the table and picked up a blank piece of parchment. Right about now, she would have been writing him a love letter, pouring out her heart to him, like she always did after a long day of studding. The tears started to form again and a cloud of tears blinded her. With a loud yell, Hermione tore the parchment into shreds, threw it to the floor and stomped on it until the tears ran down her face like a river. How could he do this to her. He had said that he loved her. She saw it in his green eyes, she felt it in his kisses, in his touch! How could love be so cruel? How could the one you love break your heart into pieces without a second glance?
~~~~~~Darn you Harry Potter! Darn you that you hurt me so much, and darn you that I still love you!~~~~
She crumpled to the floor in a heap of sadness and misery.
When next Hermione opened her eyes, it was very dark outside. Strange, she though. It was only mid-day! Then it dawned on her, the storm. It was sure going to be a nasty one. God bless the weekends! She could stay in all day and watch the storm without a care in the world. Not a care, that is, as long as she doesn't think about Harry. Harry. Oops though about him. Fresh tears started to form and her eyes did not protest. They were use to the constant flow of hot tears by now. She started to think about his always unruly, raven hear, his gentle touch, his thoughtfulness, his tender kisses and his, his…. She could think no longer, sadness had overtaken her. He did not love her anymore. Those awful, evil words echoed in her head as she got up and headed to her bed. She paused at her mirror when she saw her reflection from the corner of her eyes. She turned and saw an empty shell starring back at her. The shell looked dreadful. Its eyes were baggy, swollen, and red. Its hair was a total chaos of unruly, brown curls, flying in every direction. Its arms were black and blue from sleeping on the floor. And its nose was as red as a clown's nose. Yeah, that's it. It looked like a sad clown. With that pale face and red nose, how could you go wrong.
~~~~~I hate clowns. Hate um, hate um, HATE UM!!! Look at you! You're a total mess. You're so ugly. You're an ugly bookworm! How could anyone love you? No wonder he left you. He does not love you! HE DOES NOT LOVE YOU!! ~~~~~~
She picked up a picture frame and was about to throw it at the hideous reflection, when she noticed that it was the photo of her and Harry by the lake. The photo Hermione and Harry were in their bathing suits, sitting in the sun. She raised her hand to take the glasses off of Harry, and was leaning in for a kiss. He had his head bowed a bit because he was a little shy of all his friends seeing how much he loved being with Her. He looked up just in time for the kiss. And then it started to replay, only this time, the photo had little rain drops landing here and there. With shacking hands, Hermione let out a loud cry and hugged to photo to her. She slowly walked to her bed, eyes raining all the while. She climbed into the covers, took one last look out the window, at the approaching storm, and fell into a fitful sleep. As sleep came and claimed his little, heart broken angel, the window felt the first drops of the storm.
A/N: It is a bit sad I know, but it can only get worse before it gets better. *wink*