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Gifts and Curses
Chapter Two
Someone to Die For
Before you landed
I had a will but didn't know what it could do
Hermione Granger had led your normal life . . . a normal Witches life, that is. She had a normal life. That was exactly it. That was the problem. She had planned her whole life out when she had received her letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had been determined to meet all of her goals - but that was before him.
You were abandoned
And still you're handing out what you don't wanna lose
He was not your average Wizard. He was the Boy-Who-Lived! He had been the Wizarding World's temporary savior. And he had been there for her whenever she had needed him. He'd given kindness and generosity that he had never felt, that no one in his family had given to him. He had been accidentally abandoned by his parents, and everyone in the Wizarding world had accepted this kind-hearted wizard with open arms, especially Hermione.
You make me drop things
Like all the plans I had for a life without you
She had planned her life out, only to have to scratch her plans and start from the beginning again. She hadn't planned to meet him on the Hogwarts Express that day. She hadn't planned to become one of his closest friends. He had changed her life forever. He had really left a dent in her plans. She had moved all the way across the world because of him. She hadn't planned to be with him, and her new plans didn't include him either. The only problem was, every plan she had was achieved at the thought, "This is all for Harry."
Someone to die for
Someone to fall into when the world goes dark
Someone to die for
Someone to tear a hole in this sinless night
Someone like you
They would both, willingly, die for one another. Why? Neither could say. They hadn't really developed that whole 'relationship' thing before she left. He was the only person she would die for. Because whenever her world seemed to crumble around her, he always seemed to build it back up. He had always had time to listen to her, hear her problems. He always caught her when she fell. Always. And now, here she was, sitting in her dorm in another country, alone, with thoughts of him swarming her head. If only she hadn't been afraid to lose him. In the end, it hadn't mattered. She had lost him anyway.
I'm drunk when sober
The room is spinning
You are what I hold on to
You're taking over
I find that giving in is the best I can do
She would find, at times, that she would wake up with an extreme headache, as if she had drunk a large quantity of alcohol the night before and passed out, even though she hadn't; it would be because she had been thinking of him again. Their last conversation would play in her head. . . . Play. Rewind. Play. Rewind. It was a constant thing at night. He was the thought that got her through life, day after day. She tried to deny it, but she still knew it was true. She loved him. But only her admitting it to him would clear her mind and make her truly happy.
Someone to die for
Someone to fall into when the world goes dark
Someone to die for
Someone to tear a hole in this sinless night
Someone like you
She missed him so damn much! Why did she leave again? Oh yeah, because she was afraid of losing him. Funny, the way life works, isn't it? She was scared of losing him, so she left. She knew now that she needed him. Her world was in ruins around her, and there was no one else around to help pick up the pieces. Why couldn't she have just stayed? The pain from staying would have been a hundred times less than it had been from leaving. She tried to replace him by seeing other guys, but it never was the same. They had never gone out, anyway, and probably never would, but she had spent nights dreaming about what it would have been like. She wasn't really sure she was feeling love, but whatever it was, it sure as hell made her feel miserable.
Someone to die for
Someone to die for
Someone to die
Someone
Someone
Someone
She had spent hours at a time day-dreaming about him bursting through her door to rescue her, saving her from her own personal Hell. She often wondered whether or not he would have died for her. She sure as hell would have died for him. She always ignored these thoughts of him as best she could. It had all seemed so unreal when she had moved away. Everything was one big blur; weeks passed like hours. She wished she had one of those clocks Molly Weasley had, only with one hand for Harry on it (and much smaller). She would have brought it everywhere with her, constantly checking it. Also, it would have told her his mood and what he was doing at the time. She just needed something to tell her he was all right.
Someone to die for
Someone to fall into when the world goes dark
Someone to die for
Someone to tear a hole in this sinless night
Someone
Had he moved on? Was he still living? Hermione didn't contact anyone at all, so she didn't know. No one had tried to contact her either. But hadn't she told them not to? The constant tape playing over in her head was as clear as it had been when she had left, but it seemed as if it wasn't real, like she was watching someone else's life. And they hadn't even said goodbye to each other, at least, not her and Harry. She hadn't been able to bring herself to. What if it had been their last conversation? She knew she wouldn't have been able to live with herself if the last thing she'd said to him was goodbye. But she hadn't heard anything at all. Surely, someone at her school would say something if Voldemort lived on or died. But no, her new school seemed to be dead. No news ever floated her way about a certain messy haired boy she knew.
She wanted to forget him, but could she? Would it work? Would she be able to forget him forever? That wasn't the biggest question, however; the biggest one was, "would he even care?"
Someone like you