This is especially for my FAVORITE!! Reveiwer who I SWEAR!! Has reviewed my stories more consistently than I have written them! Lol
This one is for Rika'sGrayWolf!
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A soft haunting soprano filled her mind from a distance as she sat in the astronomy tower reading.
L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,
S'il lui convient de refuser.
Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière,
L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait;
Et c'est l'autre que je préfère
Il n'a rien dit; mais il me plait
Hermione Wandered the corridors, searching out the origins of the heavenly sound. She rounded the corner and past a rusted suit of armor before it started to get louder.
L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! L'amour!
Love, yes. This voice was pure love. Guiding her ever closer to the one who's soul was linked to her own.
L'amour est enfant de Bohême,
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi!
Si tu ne m'aime pas,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime!
Mais, si je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi!
She ascended into a hidden passageway. When did she find it? Maybe she always knew. Maybe fate drew her to this place.
L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre
Battit de l'aile et s'envola;
L'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre;
Tu ne l'attend plus, il est là!
Tout autour de toi vite, vite,
Il vient, s'en va, puis il revient!
Tu crois le tenir, il t'évite;
Tu crois l'éviter, il te tient!
The door seemed to jump open as soon as she touched the door handle. In side sat a girl with pale blonde hair cascading down slender back. She was clad in a simple green satin gown, singing as she combed the waterfall of molten gold.
L'amour, l'amour, l'amour, l'amour!
Yes, this was love. This feeling of completeness as their voices rang out in perfect unison.
L'amour est enfant de Bohême,
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi!
Si tu ne m'aime pas,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime!
Mais, si je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi!
As the last note died away, Pansy turned to her. Her quicksilver eyes soft with love.
"I've been waiting, mon amour."
"Je suis venu, ma belle enchanteresse,"
The door closed slowly as the two girls shared a soft kiss.
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I forgot the translations
Story name: Fate draws us together with a song
Chapter title: Dreaming of the tower.
Mon amour: My love
Je suis venu, ma belle enchantresse: I have come my beautiful enchantress.
