A/N: Before you read i must worn you it's a little sad............but's the
best one so far don't skip it!
Hermione sat on the cushioned window seal of her flat in London. The rain, like the tears in her eyes, falling softly to the ground. It was late and she found herself, yet again thinking about Sirius.
~*~ Have you ever had a breeze hit your heart? Like the wind was blowing it apart. Had you spinnin like a Merry~Go~Round. Indications of a strom touching ground.~*~
But it wasn't tears of pity for Harry or the loss of a friend, but that of a lover. A secret romance, growing steadily stronger as preperations of the second war brought them together time and time again.
Alone at the House of Black, they would talk for hours about the freedom they'd have after the war. They'd be able to tell the whole world about them. About their love, their plans of marriage, and of course the clearing of his name.
~*~ I wish that I could weather any storm. But I guess it was heartache from the norm. It was a day I will always remember, The saddest day in November~*~
But as the war grew closer and reality started to sink in, the realization that, through their loyalties, one of them may not survive became all to clear.
Their plans were put on hold as the war came closer. "Anything to help Harry, Mya." he'd say to her when she began to have second thoughts about either of them joining the war. "But what about us? Our future?" she'd retort, so completely and deliously blinded by her love for this man. He'd walk to her and kiss her forehead. Then, while hugging her, murmur against it, "Never give up on us,Mya, never give up on our future."
And she hasn't. Everday she wakes up praying he'd snuck in in the middle of the night and when she'd open her eyes he'd be there, twirling one of her stray tendrels, grinning down on her like a loon. But everyday she wakes up to find he had not snuck in, nor was he playing with her hair.
And so she sit's, on this night, thinking of all the good times, and never giving up hope.
~*~Lately, I've benn watching you, been thinking bout you baby, and everything you do. Just sittin away watchin the days go by. I'm on my knees praying God help me please, bring my baby back, bring him right back to me. If loving you is right I don't want to be wrong. Instead I drown myself with tears. Sittin here singing another love song~*~
But with hope growing thin, she begins to think he'll never come back, and maybe she's right. But until it's proven, her love for him will be strong as ever and she'll never give up hope for their future. Even if it be in her dreams.
~*~ Lately I've been torn apart, I wish you wouldn't have broke my heart. Sitting away watchin the dayz go by...~*~
The song in her head begins to dwindle as she nods off against the window. "Lately....." she softly sings out the last of it and her beautiful voice can be heard by a black shaggy dog in the hallway by number six Johnson Street and it wants nothing more than to out her latelys to an end.
A/N: Okie doke! that's it! I know it's not that long but the song's not that long as it is! any way! I hope you like'd it and I've got alot more where that came from but there will be no more unless I get at least 5 reviews! so start reviewing ppl!!!!!! Oh yea and I DO NOT own anything but the plot....................(say it with me!) probably not even that! lol okie! happy reading!
Hermione sat on the cushioned window seal of her flat in London. The rain, like the tears in her eyes, falling softly to the ground. It was late and she found herself, yet again thinking about Sirius.
~*~ Have you ever had a breeze hit your heart? Like the wind was blowing it apart. Had you spinnin like a Merry~Go~Round. Indications of a strom touching ground.~*~
But it wasn't tears of pity for Harry or the loss of a friend, but that of a lover. A secret romance, growing steadily stronger as preperations of the second war brought them together time and time again.
Alone at the House of Black, they would talk for hours about the freedom they'd have after the war. They'd be able to tell the whole world about them. About their love, their plans of marriage, and of course the clearing of his name.
~*~ I wish that I could weather any storm. But I guess it was heartache from the norm. It was a day I will always remember, The saddest day in November~*~
But as the war grew closer and reality started to sink in, the realization that, through their loyalties, one of them may not survive became all to clear.
Their plans were put on hold as the war came closer. "Anything to help Harry, Mya." he'd say to her when she began to have second thoughts about either of them joining the war. "But what about us? Our future?" she'd retort, so completely and deliously blinded by her love for this man. He'd walk to her and kiss her forehead. Then, while hugging her, murmur against it, "Never give up on us,Mya, never give up on our future."
And she hasn't. Everday she wakes up praying he'd snuck in in the middle of the night and when she'd open her eyes he'd be there, twirling one of her stray tendrels, grinning down on her like a loon. But everyday she wakes up to find he had not snuck in, nor was he playing with her hair.
And so she sit's, on this night, thinking of all the good times, and never giving up hope.
~*~Lately, I've benn watching you, been thinking bout you baby, and everything you do. Just sittin away watchin the days go by. I'm on my knees praying God help me please, bring my baby back, bring him right back to me. If loving you is right I don't want to be wrong. Instead I drown myself with tears. Sittin here singing another love song~*~
But with hope growing thin, she begins to think he'll never come back, and maybe she's right. But until it's proven, her love for him will be strong as ever and she'll never give up hope for their future. Even if it be in her dreams.
~*~ Lately I've been torn apart, I wish you wouldn't have broke my heart. Sitting away watchin the dayz go by...~*~
The song in her head begins to dwindle as she nods off against the window. "Lately....." she softly sings out the last of it and her beautiful voice can be heard by a black shaggy dog in the hallway by number six Johnson Street and it wants nothing more than to out her latelys to an end.
A/N: Okie doke! that's it! I know it's not that long but the song's not that long as it is! any way! I hope you like'd it and I've got alot more where that came from but there will be no more unless I get at least 5 reviews! so start reviewing ppl!!!!!! Oh yea and I DO NOT own anything but the plot....................(say it with me!) probably not even that! lol okie! happy reading!