A/N - I need to stop writing. But I just got two more albums (songs) so I'll have a load of fics to put out. I've already thought of another one. :P
DISCLAIMER - I do not own the Potterverse, so no suey!
Beautifully Broken
Hermione's POV:
It seems like yesterday that my world fell from the sky,
It seems like yesterday I didn't know how hard I could cry,
It feels like tomorrow I may not get by,
But I will try,
I will try,
Wipe the tears from my eyes.
Hermione stood in front of her parents' graves, tears streaming down her face. The war with Voldemort three years ago had changed the nineteen-year old dramatically. She was quieter, depressed, and orphaned. She hated Voldemort and his followers for killing her parents. She'd been living in London for the past year, eating only microwavable food and venturing out only to work and buy more food.
I'm beautifully broken,
And I don't mind if you know it,
I'm beautifully broken,
And I don't care if I show it.
Ron didn't understand what she was going through. She'd lost both her parents, and her best friends. Harry, because the Dark Lord killed him as he was trying to protect her family, Hermione smiled slightly at the thought of Harry trying to save her happiness, and Ron, due to his wanting more out of their friendship. And Hermione was afraid to give it to him. She didn't want to get too close to him, for fear he'd be pulled out of her grasp. She didn't want that to happen. She'd fallen for him too.
Everyday is a new day,
I'm reminded of my past,
Everytime there's another storm,
I know that it won't last,
Every moment I'm filled with hope 'cause I get another chance,
But I will try,
I will try,
Got nothing,
Left to hide.
Ron's POV:
She was standing there again, in the rain, just staring at her parents' graves. It made him sad, how upset and withdrawn the war had made her. She was broken inside, and there was nothing Ron could do about it. He sighed, and leant against the bonnet of the car. It sounded cliché-like, him, the lovesick guy, waiting for the depressed, beautifully broken girl that he loved so much. He wiped his face with his hand, clearing it of annoying rain drops.
I'm beautifully broken,
And I don't mind if you know it,
I'm beautifully broken,
And I don't care if I show it.
Hermione didn't really make much of a show trying to hide her depression. She didn't even care. Ron loved her for her ability not to care what people said. He loved her full stop. He got off the car, and walked up to her, walking around the wire fence that surrounded the cemetery. When he reached her, he slid his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. He could see that she'd been crying, but she did that nearly all the time now. Ron already knew, but he didn't think Hermione did. She visibly relaxed in his touch.
"Ron?" she said, timidly, raising her hands to where his laid on her stomach.
"Yes, hon?" he answered, placing a kiss on the place where her neck met her collarbone. "What is it?"
She turned around, raising her hands and looping them around his neck. She leant in and whispered two words. "I'm pregnant," She leaned in the extra few inches, and pressed her lips to his; relieving herself of some of the pain and trauma she'd been through the past few years. And then it hit her. She was getting over her parent's and Harry's death, and moving on with her life. She had to be strong for her baby. She smiled slightly as Ron began to kiss back.
Without the highs and the lows,
Where would we go?
Where would we go?
I'm beautifully broken,
And I don't mind if you know it,
I'm beautifully broken,
And I don't care if I show it.
She was beautifully broken…
I'm beautifully broken,
I am beautifully broken,
I'm beautifully broken,
And I don't care if I show it…
A/N - R&R... already got a few more ideas. :P