Author's Note: So I'm back to writing a new chapter, I've had a slight break, because of going away from a computer happens often in my life this summer. But I'm back and I'm writing chapter five. I hope by now people have even read it. I mean I hope they don't not read it again once I post up more chapters that would be sad but like I don't know what exactly I'm looking for but I'm looking tell you that much. Can't ask for much just read and review. But I haven't even had any reviews, which is slightly depressing, but then again I shall not wallow in my sorrows I shall write a new chapter instead! So you know the drill.
Disclaimer: must you shove in my face that J.K. Rowling owns everything possible.
Rating: 'T' For Teen/ PG-13
Pairing: You'll have to read to find out. :)!
Genre: Comedy/Angst/Romance
In the Previous Chapter:
"Fine." Laney says finally digging her feet into the ground to stop the swing. "So what happened last night with Derek? I Mean everyone, saw that kiss," she glances at Hermione and kicks up from the ground to start the swing up again. "God, please don't remind me, he kissed me, god Laney, it sparked me up like a firecracker, but Blaise he's my boyfriend. And now he wants to know everything about my past here." "So did you tell him?" "Well, No." "Why not, I mean, it's a juicy past Lynne." "That's exactly why, too juicy. I'd probably drown him in the juiciness of the details. I mean like I want to start over, and bringing my past into his life won't exactly be fresh start." "Well if you want to forget your past, last night wasn't a good start and if he wants to know, and you don't tell him, then maybe you don't really want to have a fresh start" "I do though." "But you don't trust him enough to tell him what he deserves to know,"
"I'm not ready to tell him though."
"When will you be?"
Chapter Five: Chasing Cars
Blaise hadn't really been in this town for very long and that didn't really help him when he wanted to leave the house. He left over 2 hours ago and only to walk around the town staring at the buildings, waiting for something amazing to happen. He needed to be alone, you'd assume yet there was something more holding him down, as he looked in the store windows, watching people smiling at each other, laughing.
He wasn't sure what to do with himself, he knew how he felt about Hermione, but he didn't know if he really could forgive her. She never seemed to be like how she was last night and then Madison's words repeated in his head, maybe he should break up with her, he thought at one point, that thought slightly ached his heart. He had become her friend since the beginning of the 7th Year, when her cousins' arrived in Hogwarts. He had been in love with her for much longer though, he knew Draco had loved her also, but he knew Drake would never admit that. Hermione shared the feeling with him anyway; she loved him back, as far as he knew and hoped. Yet last night was festering in his brain, and he wished he could just erase the memory, but in the darkness of it all he knew that he couldn't.
We'll do it all
Everything
On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
He needed Hermione, he knew that. He loved her, and still did. Hermione wasn't just a passing fad. She was too real; she made him open his eyes to see that he couldn't underestimate her. He'd truly regret it. He needed to tell her he forgave her, but how? Did she think that he didn't love her anymore? That it was over? He didn't think it was even possible for him to stop loving her, he just knew that he did. And even that sometimes pained him.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Hermione stared up at the sky as the sun was slowly passing over the hills. She watched in silence and Laney left her side, she never realized how much Blaise made her happy. She'd forgotten everything that had happened the past summer, ever since he became a part of her life. Since the first day he became the head boy to the day he asked her out, to the party, to the necklace, she touches the chain of the necklace and holds the charm in the palm of her hand, "I love you." she whispers into the wind as the sky became darker. The stars began to shimmer brightly as she swung in the air on the swing. The air blew her hair in front of her face, she needed to think about it all, she wanted to tell him everything, but first she'd start with "I love you." that was the only thing she could think of starting with. And right now it seemed like a good stat to her, she leaps and flies off the swing and into the sand. She runs out of the playground and runs past houses that have never changed, but each time she passes it's never quite same.
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Blaise walked up the stairs to the house as Hermione came running down the street, he froze in his tracks and spun to look at her coming up from behind. "Blaise, we need to talk," she manages to get out between each gasp for air. He nods and she leads him out into the backyard, they lay in the grass that seemed to tower over them. He gazes up at the stars and looks over to her, she eyes were searching the stars when she says "I love you," he leans over and grazes her cheek with his fingers, and whispers his reply in her ear, " I love you too," silence seemed so much easier, but it wouldn't last forever. Sadly nothing ever seemed to anyhow.
"Nothing is harder than telling you my past, Blaise." She says breaking the silence once more, she wished silently that he wouldn't ask her to continue, it seemed so much better when he could lie next to her and forget everything all together, it seemed so perfect, but she knew at one point he'd ask her again, " This year, you became a part of my life, and I forgot everything that kept me here, everything that kept me coming back had been forgotten, but then when we got into town yesterday, it came flooding back," he nods softly and she continues " my friends were like touch stones, and it all came flooding back, it all hit me like a school bus." He nods once more but said nothing, she wanted to scream, plead him to forgive her, to love her, as if it never happened. But it already had and there was no way to erase the past and it wasn't very healthy to run from it either, she learned out the hard way.
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
"Hermione, I love you no matter what," he says calmly. She felt the warm tears passing down her cheeks, as he put his arm over her. She silently cried shaking gently and he seemed to be there when it stopped. He would stay, and as she feels asleep in his arms he'd lay there with her. The stars were the most peaceful thing to watch, and he was with the person he needed more than the air he breathed.
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
He pulled her body into his arms as he stood up and walked back into the house. He brought her into his room and put her into his The Used Band T and put her in his bed and lay down next to her. He wished he could forget the things that have happened over the 7 years in Hogwarts, but he'd never trade anything for the moment he met her. The moment he met her and the moment they fell in love.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Hermione woke up the next morning, and she was in a bed. She thought to herself about the night before, falling asleep in Blaise's arms. She stretched out and sat up. The bathroom door was left open and the shower was running, "Blaise?" she says her voice slightly rose as she stretched her arms over her head and yawned. "Morning." He says from the bathroom, Hermione smiles and gets out of bed and looks at herself in the mirror hanging over the dresser. She was in one of Blaise's band shirts and her short-shorts; she could do nothing but smile.
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
Blaise walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Hermione walks over to him and he puts his arms around her waist and holds her close to him. "Sleep well?" he whispers into her hair and inhales deeply. "Very," she says putting her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. He pulls back from the kiss and her eyes open as he stares down at her, they stood there, in front of the dresser of Blaise's room and Hermione looks into the mirror. She looks at the boy with wet hair hugging a girl in a t-shirt around the waist, they seemed so happy and so perfect together, and she smiled.
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
Life seemed to work much better when the easiest thing to do was, smile. She couldn't find the words to ruin a moment like that and neither could he, but it was alright anyhow it was too perfect for words.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Author's Note: I Know it was short, so I don't know if anyone has read anything I've written and I hope that someone has and if so why haven't they commented, oh well what more can I ask for not enough I suppose, I'm just writing this chapter and maybe chapter six here maybe I'll set it all up the last day I'm here in Ireland. It's been a really amazing summer, and then when I get home in the states I'm going up to Canada for a week I believe so this summer is the longest journey I've ever had but then again when I'm writing everything is a journey. I'll probably right a one shot or few whilst I'm in Canada like I did the last time (dirty little secret) it'll probably be a song fiction like this chapter was, the song is btw, chasing cars – snow patrol and yeah it's a good song. You should listen to it. And last chapter was Are You Ready – Three Days Grace, I'm beginning to think I'm getting sloppy with writing stories and maybe I should go back to writing one shots they seem easier.
And they seem to find me easier then these thoughts I'm racking together to make this story, writer's block won't get me this time I'm going to finish this story! I swear on the gravel in my shoes I will finish this story. :
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