I wrote this a long time ago, but I found it while I was browsing through my documents.
Song: If you could read my mind by Stars on 54
NOTE: Although this was written as DracoxOriginal Character, it could be any female in the H.P. universe.
**Usual legal disclaimers apply**
Chapter Two - His Side
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
He walked through the deserted streets and alleyways of 2am in Paris. He had been searching nearly half a year for her, desperately clinging to the memories that seemed to be forever trying to escape him…
Just like an old time movie
About a ghost from a whishing well
He thought back to the days he had just watched her from a distance, then the amazement he felt when, after he had spoken his feelings to her, she said she felt the same way…
In a castle dark, or a fortress strong
with chains upon my feet
He could recall (with an almost painful clarity) the sound of her laugh, the smell of her hair and the feel of her hand in his- a lifetime of memories; seemingly far too many for just three months
You know that ghost is me
When his mother told him the Dark Lord wanted to see him, he never would have guessed just what the task ahead would cost
I don't know where we went wrong
but the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back
He remembered never having enough time to be with her, all the excuses he used to stop her from finding out the horrible truth
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
He was so lost, felt so alone when Pansy cornered him that night. She had thrown herself at him, and kissed him
Just like a paperback novel
the kind that drugstores sell
He was dying to tell her the truth about Pansy, but he had to keep her safe, no matter the cost, however as he fled Hogwarts after Dumbledore's death he couldn't help taking one last glance, hoping to maybe see her face looking out one of the windows after him, but there was no one
When you reach the part where the heartache comes
the hero would be you
He felt dead inside, as if the very flame that fed his existence had gone out; when he went down to fetch the new prisoner out of the cell
But hero's often fail
He couldn't believe his eyes, but there was no choice but for him to do as he was told and take her to his master. As she was tortured she looked up at him with an expression that made him feel like his soul was being sawed out with a rusted butter knife
I never thought I could feel this way
and I've got to say that I just don't get it
He despaired when she escaped, as sick as it was he couldn't help missing the chance to see her face every day
I don't know where we went wrong
but the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back
When the word came that she had joined the Order he was always careful of every curse that he fired. He wished she could capture him and save him from the hell hole that was his life
If you could
if you could
If you could read my mind
He had slipped back into his semi coma, the only events he could really pick out of the jumble were the two times he had seen a glimpse of her face in the heat of a fight
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
The next time his memory cleared he was deep in the dark forest, preparing for an assault on Hogwarts
Just like an old time movie
About a ghost from a wishing well
He found himself working with Crabbe and Goyle again. The two's obvious love of causing pain combined with their stupidity made them valuable assets to the Dark Lord's cause
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
He still couldn't believe that even though Potter had been at the top of the astronomy tower and had just seen Crabbe and Goyle try to kill and torture his friends, he had still helped him escape the fiendfyre. He was puzzling over this when he saw a curse flying at him, but before he could raise his wand a shield charm was constructed right in front of him
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
He looked around to find his saviour and saw Anemone crumple to the floor, and Fenrir was closing in
When you reach the part where the heartache comes
The hero would be you
"No!" he had screamed desperately "She is mine." He gestured toward her limp form. The werewolf nodded and turned to concentrate on another foe. He levitated her body and turned the corner
Hero's often fail
As soon as he was out of sight he took her in his arms and carried her to the hospital wing. He couldn't help noticing that her form still fit perfectly into his
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
He would never forget the look on Madame Pomfrey's face when he walked in. He deposited Anemone on a bed and said "Please, help her" the matron had nodded, and he had left
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back
He remembered the stress and terror that was his trial, he was shocked when he was set free, but immediately went to find her, only to be informed that she had left the country
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
He was distracted from his thoughts by the sound of sobbing coming from the far side of a subway station. As he approached he couldn't believe his eyes. "'Nemonie?" He whispered in disbelief
If you could
If you could
He walked up to her and kissed her, trying to put all the unsaid feelings and regrets and guilt into the kiss, and then wonder of wonders she kissed him back. When they finally broke apart he wrapped her in an embrace, never intending to let go. He then said the only words that would come to his mind; "I love you."
If you could read my mind