Disclaimer: None of it's mine... the song's Dave's....
A/N: I didn't feel there was enough angst in the last chapter, so here's so more! (Can you feel the sarcasm there?)
Oh Look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out onto Grey Street
Hermoine sat alone in her apartment. She had turned the lights off hours ago, when she first attempted to sleep. She
knew she had been kidding herself, she hadn't slept more than a few hours a night in the last six months. Her work
as an apprentice healer at Salem Healer's Academy was going well. Everything that hed been taught to her, she
picked up quickly. She hadn't felt challenged yet, and she was quickly becoming bored. After she had left England
she found a small, one bedroom apartment, no more than six blocks from the Academy. In the time she had been in America
she had made no friends and had no life outside of work, her outlook on life was quickly become grey, everyday seeming
to mesh into the next, until she didn't really know what the date was.
She stared up at the moon, the moon, which had always reminded her of Hogwarts and lush grounds by the great lake. And, as always, thoughts of Hogwarts led to Harry.... and thoughts of Harry led to tears....
She didn't even try to fight them as they rolled down her cheeks. 'Why oh why was I so stupid?' She screamed at herself as the sobs took her away.
She thinks, "Hey,
How did I come to this?"
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
When she first arrived in America she was still numb from Harry's revelations. She had always felt a little
something more for Harry, but her logical mind wouldn't allow her to think about it. Any awkward feelings had
always been thrown out, discarded by her mind. When she had recieved the owl, informing her of the position opening and
the request that she take it, she had felt no reason not to go. She had no real attatchments in England. Sure she had
Harry and Ron, but they would be off in careers of their own. Since her parents had been killed during the summer
following her sixth year she had no real reason to stay. While her heart screamed at her, her mind far outweighed it,
with reasons and logical conclusions she couldn't ignore. So two weeks before Graduation she had sent an owl in the
affirmative and prepared to move. She was ready to go and fairly excited about it. The Graduation Ball, and Harry
changed all that. It was with a heavy heart that she landed in America, and with a heavier heart that she tried to
settle into a life there. Now as she sat, alone, as always, in her dark room, with tears falling down her face, she
wished she could take it back.
How she wishes it was differant
She prays to god most every night
Though she swears he doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her he might
She says, "I pray,
Ah but my prayers they fall on deaf ears
Am I supposed to take it on myself
To get out of this place?"
There's a lonliness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
Feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
Hermoine lay in her bed, having fallen asleep sometime in the midst of her tears. Suddenly a lound banging sounded from
the front door. She grabbed her wand and moved quickly down the hall. The chill from the North American air shocking
her body through her flimsy nightdress.
"Who's there?" She yelled at the door.
"It's me!" A male voice drifted through the door, "I can't bear it anymore 'Moine. I love you, I can't be without you."
Hermoine dropped her wand in suprise and started shaking. It was with heavy legs that she moved toward the door. She opened it slowly to revel the tear-streaked face of Harry. His raven hair stuck up oddly and his bright green eyes were dark with remorse. Hermoine felt her own eyes tear up as they stood there, unsure how to proceede. Hermoine's vision blurred as she stumbled forward, needing his touch.
"I love you Harry, I love you so much." She mumbled through her tears.
Just as she was about to reach him, he stepped back. His face no longer remorsefull, his eyes clouding over with hurt and anger.
"Then why the hell did you leave? Why the hell did you hurt me so?"
Hermoine was shocked, her whole being filling with dread. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, this wasn't how she envisioned it in her dreams.
And with that thought she quickly jerked and awakend from her sleep. She found herself lying in her bed, her body still turned toward the window, with tears streaming down her face. The memory of the pain on Harry's face cause overwhelming sobs to take her as she clutched a pillow tight.
There's a stranger that speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It'd take the work out of the courage
But she says, "Please
There's a crazy man that's creepin ouside my door
I live on the corner of grey street, and the end of the world."
The next morning sunlight forced Hermoine's eyes to open as it poured in through the window. She cracked an eye
open to look at her clock. 'Bloody hell I have to be at work in fifteen minutes.' She quickly rolled out of bed
and moved toward her bathroom. As she reached the door she stopped suddenly, 'Wait, it's Sunday, I don't
work today.' With a sigh Hermoine had a passing thought of going back to bed, but dismissed it quickly, knowing
sleep would not come again. She went down the hall, intending on a morning cup of coffee when she passed her front
door. As she passed the spot where her dream self stood the night before, looking upon Harry with dark eyes, her
feelings hit her stomach like a cannon ball. She froze, midstep and fell to her knees as sobs overcame her. She lie
there, on the cold floor, screaming at herself for her idiocy. 'How could I ever think to live without him? How did
I think I would feel? Did I really believe an ocean could make my heart feel differant?'
She lie on the floor, her heart writhing in pain as these thought played over and over in her mind. She wanted so
desperately to go back, but she feared the response to her return. Would he hate her? Would he welcome her back? Had he
already moved on? Her thoughts swirled as a sense of resolve came over her. The logical part of her mind soon came to a
realization, the only way to have answers to her questions would be to go back and find out. She sat there, on the cold
floor until she had a plan, until she knew what she was to do.
There's a emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It's more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
A/N: I'm looking for a beta for a novel-length Action-Adventure, Romance H/Hr i'm starting on. It's going
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