Disclaimer- well I don't own Harry Potter and I don't own Missy Higgins' song The Special Two either so yeah please r &r
I've hardly been outside my room in days,' cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.
After she told Harry about Monique Hermione could no longer bear to see anyone. She locked herself in the dorm and refused to leave. She would only let others in when it was an emergency. She couldn't bear to see anyone.
The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away, and it was then I realized the conscience never fades.
She couldn't bear the feelings that she'd held in for so long and she could not shake her guilt over not having confided in Harry earlier. She was spiralling further and further into the black hole that her life had become.
When you're young you have this image of your life: that you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
She had always believed that no one could stand in the way of her dreams of greatness and true love. Monique had done both.
And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross, and if you happen to you wake completely lost.
Hermione had always been very scared of getting hurt by people. It had taken Harry a long time to make her feel comfortable being so close but because he was so gentle and nice to her it had all been all right. Monique had gone into her soul almost as far and ripped it to pieces. Her trust was broken forever.
But I will fight for you, be sure thatI will fight until we're the special two once again.
Harry had been hurt almost as much by finding out about Monique but all he thought about was helping her feel safe and protected again. He stayed outside her room for hours before she let him in. Finally the lock on the door clicked and without saying anything he walked in surrounded her with his protection once again.
And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together, our hands will not be taught to hold another's,' cause we're the special two.
She already knew that he was the only person who could teach her to trust again but his gentle kindness since he had found out had made her even more sure that no one would ever go as far into her soul as he had. As long as he was there she was safe and happy.
And we could only see each other, we'll breathe together, these arms will not be taught to need another's, 'cause we're the special two.
They lay on her bed for hours in silence but they both knew that nothing could be said to fix what had happened, only time could do that. For now they just lived for each other and in each other.
I remember someone old once said to me: "That lies will lock you up with truth the only key."
They both had finally realised how they needed each other and couldn't stay apart. Neither of them bothered to try and hide anything from each other anymore, no matter how insignificant they seemed. They knew absolutely everything and anything about each other.
But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell and couldn't see this place could soon become my hell.
Hermione had wanted to retreat and hide forever after her dealing with Monique but as long as Harry was there she knew it was ok. It had hurt her to hide purely because of him. Eventually she began to be able to talk about it without breaking down. She was learning to live and trust again ever so slowly. Harry could see it and it brought happiness back into both of their lives.
So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face? Well I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place.
After he found out that she had kept such a big thing from him he had been very hurt but he could never be annoyed with her for long. She had found it so hard to tell him because she wasn't sure how he'd react and now she just felt guilty for not going to him straight away. He was the only one who could help her through that.
I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now, but if by chance you change your mind you know I will not let you down 'cause we were the special two, and will be again.
She felt so guilty and wouldn't have been surprised if he'd never talked to her again after all she'd told him and then taken back with her actions. Yet he still was the only one who seemed to care and who was always there for her.
And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together, our hands will not be taught to hold another's, 'cause we're the special two.
If it was possible Harry and Hermione became closer than ever. Nobody even tried to understand what it was between them, they just wished they could find something like it. They dedicated their lives to each other. Harry's gentle compassion continued to heal Hermione's bleeding heart, she could feel the pain leaving her and knew it was all because of him.
And we could only see each other, we'll breathe together,
these arms will not be taught to need another's, 'cause we're the special two.
They could not be separated. In fact the girls in Hermione's dorm had given up on trying to get Harry to leave each night. They knew Hermione would scream and cry in her dreams if he wasn't there. The lived entangled in each other's love.
I step outside my mind's eye's for a minute. And I look over me like a doctor looking for disease, or something that could ease the pain. But nothing cures the hurt you bring on by yourself, just remembering, just remembering how we were...
Two months after she had told Harry Hermione sat thinking about what had happened. She realised that while it hurt her to think of Monique it was nowhere near as painful as it had been. It would never go away but somehow now she knew Harry would protect her from ever feeling too much pain over it.
When we would only need each other, we'd bleed together, these hands would not be taught to hold another's, 'cause we're the special two.
She ran to Harry's arms yet again and was almost suffocated by his love. She fell into his blanket of support and just cried for the last time. She was finally letting go of Monique. He knew this and let her release it all. In that moment neither of them knew that anything except them existed or ever had. They held each other all night and for the rest of their lives.
And we could only see each other, we'd bleed together, these arms will not be taught to need another's, 'cause we're the special two.
