Love Hurts
Summary: Hermione writes a poem in her diary, describing her relationship with Ron. He seemed like the perfect man for her, yet it seemed like he was just pretending. Rated PG13, just to be on the safe side.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, J.K Rowling does. The only thing I own is the plot, the story, and the poem.
A/N: I wrote this poem a few weeks back, I was just...feeling down at the time. Please R&R, this is one of my best shots at angst.
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It was one of those rare occasions where Hermione Granger deliberately broke a school rule as she clambered up onto the astronomy tower late at night to mope by herself. Hot tears streamed down Hermione's cheeks as she recalled the words that Ron yelled at her earlier that day. "You're nothing but a WHORE!!!" he had said, accusing her of cheating on him. Of course, it wasn't true, yet Hermione still sat cross-legged on the bench in the astronomy tower, tears flowing freely onto her diary as she fumbled with her quill. Slowly, she poured her heart out, using ink and paper to tell her story.
You beat me up then threw me down, left me bleeding on the ground
Through it all I had to hide, because you wouldn't swallow your pride
I thought that we were meant to be, where is the love you promised me
I'll ignore the cuts and fight the pain, if I stay there's nothing to gain
I was a fool to hope about what would never be, you reminded me how love has a fee
I fell in love with whom I thought you were, even if all we had is now a blur
You treated me like dirt, you didn't touch me but it still hurts
The words you said were like kicks to the face, yet the hole you left can't be replaced
The pain inside was just so real, but scars fade and bruises heal
It'll take a while because it hurts so bad, but I'll try to forget what we once had
In the end I'll stand once more, and build up the walls that you once tore
Those were the walls that guarded my heart, those were the walls that you slit apart...
Those walls that was built by trust, those walls that was reduced to dust
You stuck me in my own personal hell, will I recover? Only time can tell
Although the tears still streamed down Hermione's tanned, freckled cheeks, she felt to little extent, better after writing her poem. Yet it felt like she needed something, or rather someone else to comfort her. Naturally, Harry had taken the "loyal friend" route, and Ginny had decided to be the "loyal sister". Unbeknownst to her, another depressed student was slowly making his way up to brood about his current situation.
A/N: Omg...I'm really really really sorry that this chapter is soooo short. I hate it too! Please bear with me...The next chapters will explain much much much more, which means LONGER, eh? I don't wanna give that much stuff away, but I'll give you guys a hint...The next chapter is gonna be a songfic!!! Lolz...While you wait for that one to come out, read my OTHER songfics...(One Last Cry, She Will Be Loved, Sadistic Passion) lolz, thanx 4 reading this!!! Plz R&R, flames are welcome, but they burn my hands....