Post by Brittany on Mar 13, 2005 15:16:45 GMT -5
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. sweetest goodbye .
rated . r for language and sexual content
type . songfic 'sweetest goodbye - maroon 5'
status . in progress
where you are seems to be as far as an eternity
out stretched arms, open hearts
and if it never ends then where do we start?
ill never leave you behind or treat you unkind
i know you'll understand, yeahh
chapt. 1 - hermione
“Don’t cry, Mi,” Harry said, “We knew that this was coming.”
Tears ran down my cheeks. This was not fair. Not fair. Not fair. NOT FAIR. I know I’m being irrational, but why did the weight of the world always have to fall on Harry’s shoulders? I didn’t look at him, but stared down at my hands. I heard Harry sigh.
“Mi, come on. Talk to me.” He said. He placed a hand over mine.
Okay, do you want the truth. If you’re willing to listen, I’ll tell you. You can never tell anyone though. Especially not Harry. I have these feelings whenever Harry is around me. There’s this apprehensiveness thing and this funny sensation in my stomach. It all started in second year. At first, I just thought it was some silly twelve year old girl infatuation. But, here we are in seventh year and these feelings and thoughts still haven’t gone away. So, to summarize…I’m in love with my best friend.
God, this is so cliché. Girl meets boy. Girl and boy become friends. Girl starts to like boy. Boy is oblivious to girls feelings. Girl falls in love with boy. Boy is still completely oblivious to girls feelings. I feel like I’m in some bloody quixotic comedy movie. But, I can’t change how I feel.
And now, Harry has to go off and engage in battle with Voldemort and his Death Eater army. Wonderful. This day just keeps getting better and better. First, I get an A in potions, now I learn that the man I’m in love with has to go off and fight for the sake of the whole world. Wow. I thought I felt bad. There’s no telling how Harry must feel. I lifted my gaze. He was staring back at me, an apprehensive look on his face.
We were sitting together on the crimson couch in the Gryffindor common room. I wiped my tears away. I probably looked like a wreck, what from crying all day, ever since I learned that in two days time, Harry would be leaving, and there was a possibility that he wouldn’t come back. At this thought, fresh tears sprang to my eyes.
“It’s not fair,” I whispered through my tears, “Stupid prophecy, stupid Voldemort, stupid everything.”
Harry chuckled, “Come on, Mi, buck up.” I gritted my teeth together in anger.
“How in the bloody hell can you be so calm?” I asked angrily, “This is not a laughing matter.”<br>
Harry sighed again and then stood from the couch, “Stand up, Mi.” I obeyed, my eyes still adverted from his. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to his. His emerald eyes held so much emotion. I saw a flicker of something as he looked at me, but just as quickly as it came, it went. I felt as if I was going to break down. I took a step forward and put my arms around Harry, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Harry tensed at first, but relaxed immediately and put his arms around my waist.
“It’s going to be okay, Hermione,” he whispered quietly in my ear, “Everything will be fine. I promise.”
“How can you say that?” I asked, my voice muffled by his shirt, “How do you know?”<br>
I felt Harry take a deep breath. He moved one of his hands from my waist and put it on the back of my head. “I just know. Don’t you trust me?” He asked. I nodded. I lifted my head and looked at him.
“I need to tell you something before you leave,” I said, my voice becoming more confident. Something was building inside me and though I couldn’t tell you what it is, it urged me to keep talking.
“Okay,” Harry said, looking at me, uncertainty evident in his eyes. He didn’t release me from our embrace like I thought he was going to, and I was compelled to keep talking.
“See, there’s this…oh, I don’t know. Um, well…you see. I have th-this. I’m. I.” I stuttered nervously, having no idea what I was doing or saying. A smirk wound its was onto Harry’s face.
“You’re stuttering, Mi. Out with it. Come on.” He said. I looked into his eyes, wondering how he was going to take my news. I closed my eyes.
I took a very deep, slow breath and then I opened my eyes and spoke, “It would probably be better just to show you want I was going to tell you.” Harry smiled unknowingly and dropped his hands from my waist, waiting expectantly for me to walk out of the room and show him something.
I didn’t move from the spot where I was for a second, but then I took a step forward, put my hands on either side of Harry’s face and pressed my lips against his. I pulled away a few seconds later and turned away from Harry, completely embarrassed at what I had just done. The air was so thick in the common room that I almost choked on it. I was about to walk upstairs to my dormitory when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around slowly and found that Harry’s face was mere inches away from mine.
“What was that for?” He asked, his questioning eyes glazed over, hazy with something that very much resembled desire.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to explain myself, “I don’t…I think I love…” but I was cut off by Harry’s lips landing on mine. I got lost as soon as our lips came in contact with each other. I was completely unaware of anything besides Harry and myself. He traced my bottom lip with his tongue, inviting me to participate fully in the kiss. My mouth opened under his and our tongues meshed. It was funny. It didn’t seem like a kiss between a completely ‘oblivious-to-my-feelings’ friend and one who had just confessed her love, but more like a kiss between long time lovers. That’s weird, seeing as how he’d never shown any sign of having any interest in me. Or had he? Was I completely oblivious, too?
Somehow, in a few seconds, my back found a wall and my little declaration turned into a small snogging session. He broke our kiss and looked directly into my eyes, “I love you.” He broke our kiss suddenly and looked directly into my eyes, “I love you.” He didn't falter at all. The words came so easily for him. But, as for me. I was scared. Scared of so many things. What if he never came back? What would I do then?
Harry was still staring into my eyes, “And if you don’t love me too…” I smiled as he trailed off, “Don’t worry,” I said, pushing my previous thoughts to the back of my mind and leaning back into his embrace, “I love you, too.” And I kissed him with every ounce of passion and desire that was coursing through my body.
Sooooo? What do you think? Show me love, dearies. <3
. sweetest goodbye .
rated . r for language and sexual content
type . songfic 'sweetest goodbye - maroon 5'
status . in progress
where you are seems to be as far as an eternity
out stretched arms, open hearts
and if it never ends then where do we start?
ill never leave you behind or treat you unkind
i know you'll understand, yeahh
chapt. 1 - hermione
“Don’t cry, Mi,” Harry said, “We knew that this was coming.”
Tears ran down my cheeks. This was not fair. Not fair. Not fair. NOT FAIR. I know I’m being irrational, but why did the weight of the world always have to fall on Harry’s shoulders? I didn’t look at him, but stared down at my hands. I heard Harry sigh.
“Mi, come on. Talk to me.” He said. He placed a hand over mine.
Okay, do you want the truth. If you’re willing to listen, I’ll tell you. You can never tell anyone though. Especially not Harry. I have these feelings whenever Harry is around me. There’s this apprehensiveness thing and this funny sensation in my stomach. It all started in second year. At first, I just thought it was some silly twelve year old girl infatuation. But, here we are in seventh year and these feelings and thoughts still haven’t gone away. So, to summarize…I’m in love with my best friend.
God, this is so cliché. Girl meets boy. Girl and boy become friends. Girl starts to like boy. Boy is oblivious to girls feelings. Girl falls in love with boy. Boy is still completely oblivious to girls feelings. I feel like I’m in some bloody quixotic comedy movie. But, I can’t change how I feel.
And now, Harry has to go off and engage in battle with Voldemort and his Death Eater army. Wonderful. This day just keeps getting better and better. First, I get an A in potions, now I learn that the man I’m in love with has to go off and fight for the sake of the whole world. Wow. I thought I felt bad. There’s no telling how Harry must feel. I lifted my gaze. He was staring back at me, an apprehensive look on his face.
We were sitting together on the crimson couch in the Gryffindor common room. I wiped my tears away. I probably looked like a wreck, what from crying all day, ever since I learned that in two days time, Harry would be leaving, and there was a possibility that he wouldn’t come back. At this thought, fresh tears sprang to my eyes.
“It’s not fair,” I whispered through my tears, “Stupid prophecy, stupid Voldemort, stupid everything.”
Harry chuckled, “Come on, Mi, buck up.” I gritted my teeth together in anger.
“How in the bloody hell can you be so calm?” I asked angrily, “This is not a laughing matter.”<br>
Harry sighed again and then stood from the couch, “Stand up, Mi.” I obeyed, my eyes still adverted from his. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to his. His emerald eyes held so much emotion. I saw a flicker of something as he looked at me, but just as quickly as it came, it went. I felt as if I was going to break down. I took a step forward and put my arms around Harry, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Harry tensed at first, but relaxed immediately and put his arms around my waist.
“It’s going to be okay, Hermione,” he whispered quietly in my ear, “Everything will be fine. I promise.”
“How can you say that?” I asked, my voice muffled by his shirt, “How do you know?”<br>
I felt Harry take a deep breath. He moved one of his hands from my waist and put it on the back of my head. “I just know. Don’t you trust me?” He asked. I nodded. I lifted my head and looked at him.
“I need to tell you something before you leave,” I said, my voice becoming more confident. Something was building inside me and though I couldn’t tell you what it is, it urged me to keep talking.
“Okay,” Harry said, looking at me, uncertainty evident in his eyes. He didn’t release me from our embrace like I thought he was going to, and I was compelled to keep talking.
“See, there’s this…oh, I don’t know. Um, well…you see. I have th-this. I’m. I.” I stuttered nervously, having no idea what I was doing or saying. A smirk wound its was onto Harry’s face.
“You’re stuttering, Mi. Out with it. Come on.” He said. I looked into his eyes, wondering how he was going to take my news. I closed my eyes.
I took a very deep, slow breath and then I opened my eyes and spoke, “It would probably be better just to show you want I was going to tell you.” Harry smiled unknowingly and dropped his hands from my waist, waiting expectantly for me to walk out of the room and show him something.
I didn’t move from the spot where I was for a second, but then I took a step forward, put my hands on either side of Harry’s face and pressed my lips against his. I pulled away a few seconds later and turned away from Harry, completely embarrassed at what I had just done. The air was so thick in the common room that I almost choked on it. I was about to walk upstairs to my dormitory when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around slowly and found that Harry’s face was mere inches away from mine.
“What was that for?” He asked, his questioning eyes glazed over, hazy with something that very much resembled desire.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to explain myself, “I don’t…I think I love…” but I was cut off by Harry’s lips landing on mine. I got lost as soon as our lips came in contact with each other. I was completely unaware of anything besides Harry and myself. He traced my bottom lip with his tongue, inviting me to participate fully in the kiss. My mouth opened under his and our tongues meshed. It was funny. It didn’t seem like a kiss between a completely ‘oblivious-to-my-feelings’ friend and one who had just confessed her love, but more like a kiss between long time lovers. That’s weird, seeing as how he’d never shown any sign of having any interest in me. Or had he? Was I completely oblivious, too?
Somehow, in a few seconds, my back found a wall and my little declaration turned into a small snogging session. He broke our kiss and looked directly into my eyes, “I love you.” He broke our kiss suddenly and looked directly into my eyes, “I love you.” He didn't falter at all. The words came so easily for him. But, as for me. I was scared. Scared of so many things. What if he never came back? What would I do then?
Harry was still staring into my eyes, “And if you don’t love me too…” I smiled as he trailed off, “Don’t worry,” I said, pushing my previous thoughts to the back of my mind and leaning back into his embrace, “I love you, too.” And I kissed him with every ounce of passion and desire that was coursing through my body.
Sooooo? What do you think? Show me love, dearies. <3
