Uh so yeeahhh.. long time no see, eh?
oops..
Writer's block. you know how it is..
Ahem. Anyway. ON TO THE STORY.
Usual disclaimers apply.
Hermionie ran.
She ran and ran and wouldn't look back. Her best - ex best friend had just betrayed her. All because of some man that had shown up out of nowhere.
"Sodding git." she panted, slowing down and walking into a large doorway that had just appeared. In front of her was a large room which held a plush four-poster bed in one corner, plenty of books, and an elegant black grand piano in the middle. Hermionie nodded in approval at the room's decision of what to put in there.
Walking over to the grand piano, she took her shoes off her painfully throbbing feet and threw them across the room. Pulling up her sleeves, she sat down and played.
It was a beautiful medley, and with her sweet voice ringing off the walls in both anger and sadness, it made the perfect sound. Her hands moved gracefully yet purposefully over the black and white keys, slamming down with the emotion in the song. As the song drew to a close, the cords became more gentle and soft, eventually becoming non-existent. Hermionie whispered the last line shakily, the downpour of tears coming.
"I am a butterfly.." she repeated, over and over. Curling up in a ball on the small bench, she didn't know what to do. She just didn't.
"I really hope that it wasn't me in that song.." a deep voice rang out through the echo-y room. Hermionie tensed.
"Get. Out." Hermionie growled through gritted teeth, tears still spilling down her cheeks.
"I've barely been in here a minute. Why should I leave?" The Doctor asked casually, as if nothing were wrong.
Hermionie ignored him, whispering to herself the last few words to the song repetitively as she slowly walked to the bed, face down.
"Hermionie, please. Just talk. Or at least sing that song again. I didn't manage to hear the whole thing, and it really was quite beautiful." he said hopefully, wishing desperately to get a reaction out of her.
To his delight, she stopped and slowly turned around, heading to the piano. She wiped away her tears, straightened up, and started to play.
This time there was more anger in her playing.
"It's a good year for a murder
She's praying to Jesus, she's pulling the trigger
There's no tears, cause he's not here
She washes her hands and she fixes the dinner,
But soon they'll be coming to rush her away
And no ones so sure if her crime had a reason
The reasons like seasons
They constantly change,
And the seasons of last year
Like reasons have floated away
Away with this spilled milk
Away with this dirty dish water, away
Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter
"It's me and the moon," she says
"And I've got no trouble with that,
but I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die"
"It's me and the moon," she says
And it's over, but just started
The blood stained the carpet
Her heart like a crystal
She's lucid and departed
A life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away
Away with these nightmares
Away with suburbia
Shake down away
You marry a role and
You give up your soul til you break down
"It's me and the moon," she says
"And I've got no trouble with that,
But I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die"
"It's me and the moon," she says
But what do you say we go for a ride?
What do you say we get high?
But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night
"It's me and the moon," she says
"And I've got no trouble with that,
And I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die
I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die
I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly""
She ended the song, her voice hoarse, and collapsed on the seat. Quickly the Doctor ran to her side, catching the young girl.
"Gotcha." he whispered.
She woke up disoriented, her throat raw, though in an altogether comfortable place. Plush white blankets covered her from shoulder to foot, and goose feather pillows held up her head.
Then she noticed him.
"Haven't I already told you to get out?" she whispered with as much venom in her words as she could muster having just woken up.
The man jumped, obviously not knowing that she had already woken up. Casually he walked to her bed, pulling up a chair and staring at her with the bluest blue eyes she had ever seen, some to even match Ron's.
"Ron." she mumbled sadly, remembering why exactly she was infuriated at the man in front of her.
"No.. no I'm the Doctor.." he said propping his face on his hand and continuing to stare at the girl in front of him, obviously not bothered with the glare she was giving him.
"You turned him against me. He hates me now, because of you." Hermionie hissed, leaving the bed.
"What did I do?" the Doctor asked, annoyed at how quickly her attitude had changed toward him. It was literally yesterday that they had been in the best and only relationship he had ever had. And he didn't even do anything.
"How did you get in here?" she asked, turning to face the Doctor. He flicked out his sonic and grinned.
So she slapped him.
"I so DID NOT deserve that!" he mumbled, rubbing his cheek. Hermionie, sadly, heard him.
"Yes, Doctor, you did in fact deserve that. You took away from me one of my best and only friends I have ever had. He loathes me now. Why, might you ask? Because of you. You turn up here in your stupid blue box out of NOWHERE, tell me that I am some alien species that is almost extinct, expect me to love you because of that, AND THEN YOU TURN MY BEST FRIEND AGAINST ME. YOU DAMN WELL DID DESERVE IT." Hermionie screeched, her voice gradually getting louder as her anger grew.
The Doctor froze at the young witch's rant. Whether it was from fear of how powerful and angry Hermionie had looked, or from realisation that that had really been what had happened, or whatever odd reason, Hermionie would never know.
All she knew was how he looked as he walked out of the room, not bothering to look back or even to slam the door. Hermionie knew she had screwed up horribly this time. She knew that if she didn't go and find him right now, she might never be able to see him again.
How'dya like it?
I think it's good for a 13 year old with horrible writer's block and billions of other problems on top of that..
I'm also quite surprised how many have put this story on Story Alert. To all of those people:
THANK YOU. OH MY GOOODDDDDD THANK YOU.
Seriously, especially the ones that have been here since my first ever fic. (if that applies to any of you...)
Warning: I might put this on hiatus or even drop it for someone else to finish. I'm not quite sure.
(Song in the story is Me And The Moon by Something Corporate. Andrew Macmahon, the man who sung in both that band and Jack's Mannequin, is the most awesome person in the history of ever. He is a survivor of Leukemia, the cancer of the blood. He is a great role model for so many people, and gives hope to those who are fighting cancer currently. He is a Hero.)