My Lovers Gone

A/N: Hi! I'm still here. I just haven't updated TRR (::hides from flaming pitchforks::).

This is a songfic (My first attempt at writing one, and I am quite pleased with the results!). The song is ::gasp:: My Lovers Gone, by Dido. So don't kill me because this isn't my song, and all rights and whats-a-ma-called-it go to her.
Oh and the characters go to the lovely Ms. Rowling.

A huge big squishy thanks goes to Pickle for betta'ing even if this *Is* H/Hr. As well as Angel!

Oh and I'm looking at my Short Story that I have written for English, and I am *thinking* about turning it into a H/Hr fic. It might work.... I will try to make it somewhat happy, as most of my stories seem to be quite... morbid. Might have something to do with the fact that I'm feeling quite sick.

::cough cough hack hack sniff sniff:: Ugg. This is from Hermione's POV.

Enjoy!!

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I'm sorry you had to leave.

I didn't want it to end up this way. I love you, you know that. Did you love me? I wonder why I ever doubted you.

My lover's gone

His boots no longer by my door

You said that this must be done, and that no matter how it turned out you would still love me. Sometimes I don't believe you.

He left at dawn

And as I slept I felt him go

I thought you said that you would say goodbye. My eyes stung with tears while I was still asleep. My body shook with them after my slumber.

Returns no more

I will not watch the ocean

Your eyes, I see them everywhere. There is no escape from them. They invade my dreams, you invade my dreams. They are all I see, sometimes they are all I miss.

My lovers gone, no earthly ship will ever bring him home again

Bring him home again

Why did you have to go on? You always said that you wanted to have a family with me. I want you home. I want to hold you against my body and sooth you through your nightmares. I want to press my hands against your body.

My lover's gone

I know that kiss will be my last

Your lips. They were so sweet, gentle. They always made me want more. I wish you could have let them devour my body one more time. I long for them, I long for their feel upon my skin. You took them away from me.

No more his soul

The tune upon his lips has passed

Whispers, oh how I remember them. The soft murmur against my ear. The sugar words you would breathe. Your voice, it was magic. What it did to me was unmanageable. Shivers would spiral through my body as I took your words to heart.

I sing alone

While I watch the ocean

Our baby has your eyes. Every time I gaze them I almost cry. Your baby is beautiful in every way; I never thought anything so perfect could come into life. Well, anything instead besides you.

My lover's gone

No earthly ships will ever bring him home again

Do you watch me? That's a thought that often crosses my mind. I pray from you every night, I pray that one day we will meet again. That one day you can see the angel that you helped bring into this world. Then maybe I could feel your lips upon me one more time.

Bring him home again

My lovers gone

Everyone was sad when you left. I wasn't sad, I was mad. I thought of giving her up, destroying her from inside me. But then I'd close my eyes and see your smiling face. I'm glad I didn't do it. Then I would have to be the last Potter around.

His boots no longer by my door

He left at dawn

Sometime I am uncertain if I will ever find happiness again. You were what lit my flame, what drove me on. I often think that she is all I have. But then I turn my head and see our other best friend. I knew he loved her from the second he saw her.

And as I slept I felt him go

Returns no more

She is fourteen now. She knows all about you, everything, including the things that the history books never covered. Like your soft side. I think she's found someone. I tears me to think that I would have to split her with some other man. But she seems pretty content about him. I've seen the way he holds her, it's as if he never wants to let go. They remind me of us, sometimes; being so young. I tell her that she is too young to know what love is, she just tells me that I was too young to know what love was as well.

I will not watch the ocean

My lovers gone

She has got your eyes, and my hair. As well as your unbelievable talent on a broomstick. She gets top marks, I can never stop smiling with pride when she owls me ever week to tell me about it. But I have noticed something. I never thought I would tell anyone this, but yet I find myself telling her that friendship, love, and belonging will always come before marks.

No earthly ships will ever bring him home again

Bring him home again

I love you Harry. Sometimes I think I hear you answer me, I hear you breathe those four words, those four words that still bring a tear to my eye today.

“I love you Hermione.”

~*[FIN] Any thoughts?*~

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