Completed: 4/7/05 9:43 PM
Posted: 4/7/05 10:15 PM
A/N: Yes, it's been ages. But you'd be surprised how long writing 1,667 words of an original story takes. I'm already behind a couple thousand 'cuz of track and sickness looks sheepish. Just remember I'm NOT abandoning TR.
ETA: Who knows. I have the novel going on, plus I just found out I have a stomach ulcer. Bleh. I shall do my best to get it out in a week, but now you see why this one took so long. I had to do extra composition for it (poetry no less!)
Enjoy it as thoroughly as I enjoyed writing it.
Sunlight streaming in through the tower window infiltrated the sleeping senses of Hermione Granger and brought her out of her rest before her alarm could; but that wasn't unnatural. Sitting up, she pushed the covers back and stretched her arms high up over her head. Music was filtering in from somewhere, and the low rhythm of it began rising in volume as Hermione neared total alertness.
"Every morning—" Hermione's melodic voice rasped a bit from hours of disuse while sleeping and she stopped to conjure herself a glass of water. She sipped the cool liquid, and then placed the already condensing glass on her bedside table.
The music began again and Hermione climbed out of bed.
"Every single morning it's the same;
I wake up and feel as though," She walked to her window and looked out to where the sun was just beginning to light up the lake. "Nothing's even changed."
She slumped against the wall and drew the draperies across the cool window pane.
"I've got nothing to show
For all the work that I do
And each sacrifice I make.
Nothing's gotten better..." Softly, she closed the shutters, completely blocking out the sunlight. "Have I made some mistake...?"
"My actions are futile;
A wreck. A mess.
People still in danger,
But yet I digress..." As she sang she hurried across her bedroom to the glinting vanity table and fell into a graceful lounge upon the cushioned pedestal chair, long legs trailing out over the floor to the side.
"Every single morning it's the same;
I see your face in place of mine." Her fingers caressed the cool glass as her reflection shimmered and warped into a familiar face with sandy brown hair and warm gray eyes. "The mirror offers me a smile."
"And I smile in return, but still I decline
The chance, the possibility."
She splayed her hand over the mirror and Remus' face disappeared. She was back on her feet.
"The opportunity between us,
For something that could be much mooooooooore."
The crescendo died off and she found herself pressed against her bureau, arms folded across the curved top. Laying her head down upon her forearms her curls spilled out in a sleep-tousled mess around her face and her song dropped to a soft, sad, near-whisper. "I feign oblivious."
Then her hands found the spindle of ribbon she'd left there and in moments the shiny blue trimming was woven around her fingers and draped around her arms.
"But oh, to hold you in my arms,
And twine you about me
Like this ribbon I gave you so long ago,
Tied round your gift for quick recovery."
"I wonder if you've forgotten;" Her voice softened.
"Thrown it away as nothing.
But it was something, I think,
And it meant everything." She smiled dopily and began to spin. Around and around she turned, the skirt of her pale pink nightgown flying up around her in a swirling circle of soft cotton. She wrapped her arms about herself and great spills of blue silk hung down around her as she danced and sang.
"And there's a softness
In the way that you hold my hand;
Our fingers interlocking,
In a silent promise to never disband
Like the rest of the world --
The unfortunate ones around
Who had nothing to hold to;
A loneliness so profound
That I imagine life without you..."
Hermione fell back against her bed, irreparably tangled in ribbon and threatening to be swallowed by the voluminous white of her bed sheets. Chestnut hair spread out above her like a tarnished halo and the little-girl-designed nightgown artfully posed as if her collapse had been choreographed, she placed a hand against her cheek and dragged it down the line of her body until her arm was fretfully clutching at her stomach.
"And I feel physically sick.
I say "It doesn't matter",
But the words don't seem to stick."
Tossing and turning with the music's neurotic rhythm, Hermione finally relinquished her position and crawled to the edge of her bed. Picking up the topmost book of the substantially high-stacked pillar, she flipped idly through its pages eyes not stopping to read the inked lines.
"Books, my companion,
You hid my fears so well.
I pretend lawfulness
When it's my heart's voice I can't quell." She clutched the book to her chest.
"I'm strong enough in magic,
But not strong enough in love.
When you go back, I'll be alone
And still thinking of
Everything you've forgotten;
The only one who's hurt."
Then she looked down at the book, its well-worn cover and musty smell denoting it as some ancient and most likely valuable text, and threw it onto the floor. The music crashed over the room in furious waves. "No, I won't let this happen."
The face reappeared in her mirror as she strode past it, but she shielded her eyes from it and the image disappeared. "No, I'll just fall back and revert..."
As the song reached its finale, Hermione flung open the portrait door and raised her hands up above her, crying out: "To what I used to be before you came alooooooong!"
The final note hit and the music vanished. Hermione's nightgown reverted to her red and green flannel pajamas and her luxurious curls were once again tangled, frizzy knots. Her bed sheets became gold again and the blaring of her alarm clock echoed out into the eerily silent common room. Hermione's face flamed to a brilliant scarlet as dozens of shocked eyes settled on her, standing tangled in ribbon with her arms still ridiculously held aloft.
"Now," Sirius drawled standing up from his seat in one of the maroon wing backed chairs. "That was a show stopping number..."
"BLACK!"
The door slammed shut with Hermione on the other side.
Laughing, Sirius looked up at James, who'd been posed on the boys' dormitory stairs camera in hand. "I don't think she likes the festivities we planned..."
Hermione was finally coaxed out of her room, if only to put a stop to Ron's terribly awful crooning; whatever spell the Marauders had cast on the school causing him to burst out in a rowdy country song mid-sentence. Hermione actual flung open the door and violently shook the redhead cowboy-wannabe, knocking him free of the spell.
"Put a cork in it, Ron!" She exclaimed and he flushed.
"Couldn't you have fixed his singing?" she demanded of the Marauders, hands on hips.
Remus grinned. "That would have ruined the whole thing."
Hermione pinkened as she looked at him for reasons obviously unbeknownst to the others and she sighed in relief that they hadn't heard the rest of her musical outburst earlier. "Alright," she said anxiously. "You three have had your fun, now no more singing for me."
" 'Fraid not, pigeon." Hermione punched him, but Sirius continued. "We're not in control of this. The spell picks its own singers."
"'Victims' you mean," she muttered under her breath. "I don't sing."
"On the contrary!" Harry outburst. "Voice like a nightingale you've got."
Eyes narrowing, she wished for a sudden catastrophe to drop him dead on the spot. "Die," she hissed and pushed through them. Arms swinging at her sides, Hermione strode briskly to the portraithole.
"Ooh, Hermione…"
Hermione whirled around. Cheery 60'sish music was siphoning into the common room and the Gryffindors inside began looking around in confusion. When they realized what was happening they watched eagerly as Harry stepped up onto the coffee table, a leather jacket materializing over his t-shirt. "Ooh, Hermione," he repeated, and the frozen brunette looked horrified. Pulling down the large black shades that hadn't been there before, Harry looked at her debonairly over the rims. "Ooh, listen up here."
And just like that a dozen more voices were added to Harry's baritone and a wave of magic rolled over the common room, turning it into a 70s bedecked penthouse.
"The beats are alive, and
School's positively lyrical." Harry sang. "And everyone's singing:"
"IT'S HOGWARTS: THE MUSICAL!" The common room roared.
A spotlight blared on over Ginny, who'd climbed up onto the balcony of the girls' stairs. With her shiny golden Go-Go dress and firecracker hair sweeping down over half her face she flung up a hand and took her solo.
"Stop! And drop everything." She pointed her finger and rolled her hips, leaning over the railing. "The spell's a-coming for you."
"Eats you up, spits you out
And guess what you're gonna do." Seamus jumped up onto one of the couches and flicked up the long collar of his paisley shirt.
James gave the other singers a smoldering look beneath the spotlight and strummed at the guitar hanging over his knee, matching the odd music that seemed caught between two decades.
"You're gonna sidle on up
To the guy playing bass."
"Get all dolled up—" Lily, dressed in a svelte lounge singer's dress, rang out in her soprano as she came down upon James' leg, propping up her elbows on her knees.
"And pick up the pace
'Cuz the music's turnin' up
And the mood's electrical."
Harry picked the song back up again, the room joining in at the chorus.
"Get on your dancin' shoes
'Cuz it's Hogwarts: The Musical."
"The walls are shaking;
The volume gettin' higher." Sirius' bass came from the chair in which he was suavely lounged.
"Add your voice to the mix;
Another member in the choir," came Remus' near-tenor. He was sitting in front of Sirius' chair, bright blue shirt rolled up to his elbows and red tie knotted loosely and wrapped in his hand.
The portrait door was flung open and students from all the other houses began pouring in, presumably having been drawn in by the spell while walking the nearby halls.
"Get your props."
"And find your pitches 'cauuuuse."
"There's nothing better than—"
"—Rocking wizards and witches," Harry finished. A snap of his fingers started off all his back-up singers snapping as well, and he hopped off the table. Like a predator stalking his prey, Harry closed down on her snapping, but Hermione was backing out of the Tower. The dancing singers followed her en masse. The music followed too.
The high beat slowing down, Harry grinned his lopsided smile and began his own solo.
"It's Halloween day
And it may seem trivial
But let's start singing..."
Hermione couldn't stop herself, and she answered him in her own rich alto. "It's Hogwarts: The Musical!"
In a loud POOF! everything was restored, the Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors were laughing and cheering the good fun, and the Slytherins looked disgusted and high tailed it out of the hallway. Hermione herself groaned as her friends bore down on her laughing and teasing.
It was going to be a long day.
They went to breakfast only to walk in on Pansy Parkinson dancing on top of the Slytherins' table and both she and Draco, sitting on the bench in front of her, singing the horrendously terrible muggle song 'Barbie Girl'.
"--you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation.
I'm a blonde bimbo girl, in the fantasy world.
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dollie," Pansy sang in what might have been a seductive voice, if her pitch wasn't an entire scale too high, and tossed her long hair around and around.
"You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,
kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky..."
The Hall was in an uproar, and Hermione swore if she heard Malfoy say 'hanky panky' one more time she could die happy. Fortunately, James had appointed himself the official documenter of this momentous occasion and was taking pictures like mad, while Dean Thomas and a Ravenclaw reenacted the display on top of the Hufflepuff table.
Hermione had to admit it was a good idea.
Dumbledore waited for their epic musical finales before standing up to give his morning announcements. He was chortling to himself and looked to be enjoying the Marauder's handiwork just as much as everyone else – except maybe the Slytherins.
"My, my," he began, wiping at his eyes. "I must say that this year's Halloween festivities have been quite enjoyable thus far. An ingenious use of talent. Of course, I won't delay you much longer from your meal, but I wished to remind you that the Halloween Ball—"
"—begins at eight." The music was light and childish in its flute harmonics and sounded like the background music to a nursery rhyme. Picking up the sides of his robes, the aging wizard broke out into an amusing jig in front of his chair.
"The ball begins at eight,
Try not to be late.
You mustn't wait
To find a date
Or try and bait
One of your mates.
It will be great
That's just fate
The ball beings at eight."
The students broke out into cheers and clapped loudly at their beaming Headmaster as he retook his seat after his dance. "Oh, that was rather pleasant," he chuckled and the Marauders exchanged well-deserved, if idiotic-looking, high fives.
"You guys came through alright," Hermione told them, digging into her eggs.
Sirius gave an inane cackle and rubbed his hands together. "Wait til you see what happens at the dance."
Hermione dropped her fork and looked at him with growing horror. "What...did you...do!"
"No we will not ruin the surprise!" James exclaimed haughtily, sitting down beside them and putting his camera on the table in front of him. "And quite frankly, Hermione, it's very rude of you to even ask."
Groaning, she looked down the table and pointed an accusing finger at a surprised Lily. "This is your fault."
"Excuse me?" Lily choked out.
"You need to control your men," Hermione warned, now shaking an egg-y fork at her.
"My men?" the redhead snorted.
"Yes," Hermione declared definitively. Drawing a line with her arm on one side of James, seated beside her, she motioned down to the other end of Remus. "You are responsible for them—" she made an air circle around Harry and Ron. "and these are mine."
Lily pouted. "How come I get three and you only have two?"
"Because I didn't keep going back to the store for more."
"I'll give you Remus for Harry," Lily propositioned.
Hermione gaped at her and looked as offended as she possibly could. "No you can NOT take Harry! You picked 'em, you deal with 'em."
"Drats."
"Boy do I feel loved," James said conversationally. "Pass the butter, Padfoot?"
"Right, here ya go." Sirius handed over the butter bowl and dragged some jam over for himself. "Makes you wanna go through yourself in a lake, eh?"
"What? Butter?" Hermione snickered.
Sirius gave her an odd look. "No..." he said as if she'd lost her mind. "The jam, pigeon."
"Oh," she said, trying to look serious. "I had no idea you were so easily offended by breakfast condiments."
"Yes, well, traumatic experience and all that..."
After a Potions class, which was rarely anything better than mind-numbing-nails-on-a-chalkboard torture, wherein the surly Professor Snape was witnessed and widely photographed warbling the lyrics to a Weird Sisters' rock ballad (and it might have been air guitar he was doing, or perhaps he was just flailing his arms about), and some boys from all the houses doing an a cappella number with the suits of armor, the Golden Trio was coming out of their own group number as they left the Ancient Runes classroom.
"It's been seven long years
Since we met on the train," They sang together to a oldish pop beat, dancing down the hall with their arms linked.
"You were just a pair of boys –" Hermione shot out.
Ron and Harry answered with: "And we thought you were insane."
Alto, baritone and bass.
"But we were just kids
At this big bad school
There was magic everywhere,
And Potions to brew.
Wasn't long before we got together;"
"Paranormal gravitation," Hermione soloed with a coquettish wink on her close-up.
"They called us The Golden Trio –
We were earth, sky, and sun."
Hermione's hands on Harry's wrist stopped the procession. Pulling him around in a circle, she hummed along with the magical music before Harry pulled her to him and they took each other's hands in a slow waltz. Spinning around and about the hallway, clearing out an open circle in the mass of watching students that had forgotten entirely about their next class, Hermione's rich alto sang:
"Harry with your jade eyes
You make my soul complete
In knowing me best
No one else can compete."
The spotlight that had fallen on them morphed to include only Harry, and Hermione – like a dramatic pantomime – laid her head down and fell completely silent in the cloaking shadows that had descended upon her. They continued to dance, but the light had diverged to encompass Ron as well.
"Ron you're my mate
And we've become like brothers
If we'd never met
My life would be much emptier."
Hermione spun out of Harry's arms like cracking a whip, but Ron was there to catch her and dip her low, gradually lifting her back up onto her feet and dancing a faster-paced two-step while he serenaded her.
"You're beautiful, Hermione
Always and forever, I'm proud
Of your sacrificing heart
Wish I could say it out loud." She was looked up at him with a bright shining face and a megawatt smile – a piece of Hermione they hadn't seen enough of lately.
"Oh, Ron – you're a part of me too," she sang.
"I feel stronger by your side.
If Harry's soul, then you're my blood;
There's a comfort only you provide."
"Hermione, you're our heart," Harry interrupted their moment, walking towards her; baritone dropping to a husky tone.
"You're courageous and strong
And you hold us all together.
Without a doubt this is where you belong."
Harry locked his fingers with Hermione and they shared a look before Ron clapped a hand down on the other boy's shoulder.
"Harry, you're always the hero
But I don't mind side-kicking
If it means we'll be friends
'Til the end of everything."
"Oh, the end of everything..." The three teenagers looked at one another and broke out in identical grins. Linking their arms, they backed up together for a running start and moved down the hall in a parody of the Wizard of Oz cast going down the yellow-brick road.
"We'll be friends forever
Nothing's gonna tear us apart
Sun, earth and sky—
This Trio was destined from the start.
Our fates are intertwined
(And our harmony is perfect)
If Voldemort could see us now
He'd show a little more respect
'Cuz we're unstoppable together!"
"Man, Beast, and Magic," – each calling out their respective names.
"A Triumverate of Power
Watch us spout another limerick!"
They'd reached the Grand Staircase and the magical structures, which had never before obeyed anyone other than their own fleeting wishes, snapped to attention and spiraled straight down to the bottom of the castle. On hopped Harry. Then Ron. Then Hermione.
The music peaked as the three of them went whizzing down the banister, without any thought towards saving their necks or just how many points they could lose for such recklessness. As their velocity increased and the sharpness of the curves became greater, the safeguards of the musical spell kept them from falling off and hurting themselves mid-number.
By the time they were nearing the ground floor their hair was whipping around their faces, ties flapping around their chins, and robes billowing out behind them. The students on their way to outdoor classes, stopped in amaze to watch and the Trio gave them their final stanza.
"At the end of everything
We'll all still be together
Coming out of war alive
You can count on us being friends forever!"
Their "grand finale" was somewhat dampened however, when Harry was launched off the banister flat onto his face, only to be landed on top of by Ron and then Hermione. Groaning and with Hermione mumbling apologies, they rolled off one another and found themselves back up on the seventh floor looking up at the Fat Lady.
"What the—!"
"Hey! As long as I don't have to climb back up all those stairs the spell can do whatever the hell it wants to us," Ron cut in, sitting up to rub his back which had apparently had a slight disagreement with Hermione's knee. Meaning to shoot a self-righteous glare at the owner of said "aggressive joint", Ron's face morphed into confusion at the odd look on his friend's face.
She was looking longingly up at the portrait of the Fat Lady, her shoulders sort of jerking forward as if something was trying to pull her. "Guys..." she growled. "I don't think I'm done singing just yet."
Cackling gleefully together, the boys rubbed their hands together. "Oh goodie," Harry said, and just then the portrait door was swung open.
The music was picking up, but the looks on the faces of Hermione, sprawled across the floor, and Remus, frozen in the doorway, were identical in their horrification.
"Oh no," they said simultaneously.
"Uh..." Ron looked between them. "If this is gonna get personal I suggest you two take it out of the hallway."
Hermione didn't need telling twice, and she picked up her heels and sped past Remus and into the hallway – her still entangled, and much clumsier companions following a short moment after. Hermione had wedged herself into one of the uncomfortable, straight-backed wing chairs, her fingers clutching painfully to the armrests and her heels digging into the small space between the chair's bottom and the floor. She looked as though she were having a fit.
"Hey everybody!" Harry yelled over the head of an equally ashen-faced Remus. "They're handing out free chocolate frogs down by the lake!"
In a rush and stampede, those that had been milling about the common room abandoned their schoolwork, and books, and even dropped their pack of Exploding Snap cards resulting in a resonating bang and a significant patch of scorched carpet.
Ron was crouched down by Hermione in concern when Harry finished assessing the damage. "Are you holding your breath?"
A quickly blue-turning Head Girl shook her head in denial.
"You're a big girl now – answer with your words not with your head," the redhead insisted.
Another shake of her bushy head and a garbled string of sounds that might have been words if her mouth had been allowed to properly form the words.
"If you keep trying to fight the spell like that, you might well just explode!" Ron told her dramatically, already noting that she was running out of stored oxygen. Then Harry got tired of it all and poked her smartly in the side.
"Not happy 'til the sadness comes
To keep me company
Oh, but what becomes of fools who love like me?" Hermione belted out before she could stop herself, and her outburst broke through to the struggling Remus.
"Another night, another dream, but always you
It's like a vision of love that seems to be true," he sang.
Her music was slow and melancholy, but his was fast and adrenaline filled – mixed together the two melodies harmonized and found an unprecedented but alluring balance. With the barest scrap of self-control remaining, Hermione was yanked to her feet and removed of her school uniform. Dressed from shoulder to floor in a sleek, navy, evening dress and more diamond jewelry than she could ever afford, Hermione reacted helplessly along with the lyrics – unable to stop the spell from baring her private thoughts.
"Who's gonna dry my tears
When I'm crying?
Who's gonna hold my hand
When I'm dying?" Here she buried her face in her gloved hands.
"Who's gonna set me right when
Everything is wrong..."
She lifted her head from her palms, loose tendrils falling from her chiffon, and lowered them, though one still hovered near her chin that was close to trembling. Pressing a hand to her heart, Hermione turned to look at Remus – impeccably dressed in a silk crimson shirt and black trousers.
"Who's gonna love me
When you're gone?"
Remus took a step towards her, but as always stopped just short. They stood facing one another, music rising and falling, close enough to touch, but neither moving any distance at all that would shrink the gap between them. The two of them just stood there and sang, because they couldn't stop it from happening.
"Just another night, another vision of love
You feel joy, you feel pain, 'cause nothing will be the same
Just another night, it's all that it takes to understand
The difference between lovers and fakes..." Both of them were pink in the cheeks, because it was one thing to make a confession – it was quite a different thing to do it with an audience and with some club-mix waltz dictating your every word.
"I talk, talk, I talk to you
In the night, in your dreams of love so true." Remus reached out with a shaking hand to touch her face, and when the rough pads of his fingers made contact with the smooth plane of her cheek the entire tension between them broke down and crumbled away. And for Hermione it was as if the entire world was spinning away around them.
"In the night, in my dreams, I'm in love with you
'Cause you talk to me like lovers do
Just another night, another dream, another vision of love
With me, I'm here to set you free
Oh we do all the things that only lovers do
Vision of love that seems to be true."
Harry and Ron watched this exchange with something akin to amaze on both of their faces. They watched spellbound, as their friends fought the feeling that was inside them, all the while the Marauders' spell pulling the words from their lips far more easily than any veritaserum.
Ten yards away from them stood the last three of their group – rooted to the floorboards of the boys' stairs. James and Lily were both looking up at Sirius, but the boy wasn't giving much of a show – only able to gape at the emotion-ridden scene going on below them.
"Sirius...Hermione would never have admitted any of this if it hadn't been forced out of her," Lily told him gently. "She's not the kind of person who'd intentionally hurt you."
Sirius just shook his head and let it fall against his chest, still in too much of a shock to be able to form a coherent word.
"I figured a few things out about Hermione," James said firmly, brushing his rugged locks out of his eyes. "She would never have said anything until we were finally sent back home – and she's probably denying it all anyway."
"She didn't even give me a chance..." Sirius monotoned. His hands were holding the railing with knuckle-popping force.
Ever the mother-figure, Lily touched his arm lightly in hopes of comforting him. "Perhaps the two of you weren't meant to be."
"No one knows that for sure," he insisted, looking at her fiercely.
"Padfoot!" Now James was serious, the forceful edge in his tone that had made him the unquestionable leader of the Marauders. "There will never be the chance for the two of them if you don't give her permission to try...she thinks that to be with Remus is betraying you."
"But—"
"Rise above, Pads," Jame cut off, getting irritated. He gestured down to where Hermione and Remus were standing, he serenading her while his fingers held her chin fondly. "Damn if they'll admit it, but there's something between them! Something, I think, that was there before we were even brought here."
Quietly, Sirius answered. "That's not fair..."
"No," Lily admitted readily. "But it may be fate."
"If you wanna leave
I won't beg you to stay
And if you gotta go darling
Maybe it's better that way." Folding his arms over the twisted banister, he bent down and situated his jaw in the crook of his elbow. Dark blue eyes watching the scene below, as Harry and Ron whirled around startled, and Hermione and Remus twitched slightly in his direction as though they'd wanted to 'whirl around' as well but the spell hadn't let them.
That was okay.
"I'm gonna be strong
I'm gonna do fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine
Just walk out that door
Yea see if I care
Go on and go now but..." He stared at the back of Hermione's curly head and sighed.
"Don't turn around
Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
Don't turn around
Just walk away
It's tearing me apart
That you're leaving
I'm letting you go
But I won't let you know."
Lily was smiling softly, but he couldn't tell if it was meant for him or not. He looked to James and his friend nodded once; he was doing the right thing.
"I know I'll survive
Sure I'll make it through
And I'll even learn to live without you."
Hermione, unable to turn and face the lamenting Sirius, and equally incapable of hyperventilating and passing out, was forced to look nowhere else but into those grey eyes she thought were more familiar than her own. This trick of the Marauders was no longer funny. It was intrusive and making for a hell of a more difficult ball than she'd planned on having. But still, there was something in Remus' voice...
"In the night, in my dreams, I'm in love with you
'Cause you talk to me like lovers do
I feel joy, I feel pain, 'cause it's still the same." His thumb rubbed against her cheek and a small piece of her heart gave a girlish squeal.
Remus' breath was hot on her cheek when he whispered; "When the night is gone I'll be alone."
"I wish I could scream out loud
That I love you
I wish I could say to you
Don't go
But I won't let you know," Sirius's voice drifted over them as he retreated back into the dorms, and then all that was left was Hermione's ending.
"Sure as winter goes and comes around again
I will be my own undoing in the end," she wrapped an arm around her waist.
"I'll find the answers I've been searching for
In your goodbye kiss..."
Her hand reached up to touch his – just a soft press against the back of his palm, the silk glove sliding 'cross the skin – and then she stepped away, her beautiful dress already melting back into the drab grays of her uniform. Hugging both arms now around her stomach, she lowered her gaze from startled grey eyes as her hair sprung free from its twist and obscured her face with curls.
"'Cause I don't deserve you and you don't deserve this..."
As the last chord died, Hermione walked into her room and shut the door.
Song notes:
Barbie Girl by Aqua
When You're Gone by Richard Marx
Another Night by Real McCoy
Don't Turn Around by Ace of Base
All other songs used within were created by me! Shazam!
Yay! Super sleuths! You got it! Just needed a few clues. Some of you were close, but congrats to moonyNZ, Pet Peeves, Shading in Grey, Laura, Windborn, and ducks-rule-world. The ribbon was tied around the Wolfsbane potions Hermione had planned on giving Remus that were found in the white box.
This time, let's have you super sleuths look to the future – "Just was does that crazy Katzy have planned for the Halloween ball?"
