The Reason Is You
Disclaimer: As I'm not making any money from this, chances are I don't own the characters.
"I saw you yesterday with an old friend.
It was the same old same 'how have you been?'
Since you've been gone, my world's been dark and gray.
You reminded me of brighter days.
I hoped you were coming home to stay,
I was headed to church...
I was off to drink you away.
I thought about you for a long time,
Can't seem to get you off my mind.
I can't stand while we're living life this way.
I found your picture today,
I swear I've changed my ways.
I just called to say I want you to come back home.
I found your picture today,
I swear I've changed my ways.
I just called to say I want you to come back home."
Harry changed the radio station as he crumpled the note in his hand. Hermione was refusing anything that he tried to send her, and had set up Anti-Apparition wards in her flat to keep him out. He hadn't been successful in his attempts to contact her in any way, as even her coworkers had said for the last week that she was unable to see him. He was about to turn the radio off when he heard it. The perfect song! It expressed everything that he was feeling and more. When it ended, he wrote down the name of the song and the artist, grabbed a little wireless radio that he'd charmed to work without batteries from his desk drawer before quickly Apparating to the safest place he could near her flat. She was home, he saw the lights shining from her windows. Looking around, he spied a phone box. He hurried over to it and as soon as he heard the announcement for Hermione's favorite dedication program come on, he picked up the reciever and dropped in the change needed to make his call. He dialed the number the station listed off and waited. After three rings, his request was taken and he was promised that they would play his song during this show, and he assumed they hadn't had a lot of requests for the night. He hung up the phone and waited on a nearby bench, gazing up at her windows.
Near the end of the program, Harry heard his voice come over the air and sprang from his seat, running into her building and up to her floor as fast as he could.
Hermione sat on her couch, her arms wrapped around her knees, a tissue box next to her on the seat. Used tissues littered her floor and coffee table, and she threw the one she had just been using to wipe her now red and swollen eyes to join the rest. She'd been crying almost nonstop all night, and from the way the songs were all sad and depressing, she didn't think she'd be stopping anytime soon. She was only listening to her usual program out of habit. She would have gotten up to change it or turn the radio off altogether, but as the hour was almost up now, there didn't seem to be any point. She dropped her head onto her knee and reached for another tissue to wipe her tears as they started once more. Her hand stopped in midair and her head snapped up as she heard an all too familiar voice on the radio. The DJ asked for the person's name.
"Harry." Hermione's feet hit the ground and she sat rigid, not wanting to miss a word that was being said.
"O.K., Harry, and who do you want to send the song out to?"
"The most wonderful woman in the world, my girlfriend, or at least I hope she's still my girfriend, Hermione."
"Why wouldn't she still be your girlfriend?"
"I said some things, and because of it, she won't answer the notes I send her, she won't see me. I can't even get anywhere near her flat."
"She's got friends to keep you out?" the DJ joked lightly.
"Something like that. Anyway, I heard this song and it says everything that I want to tell her."
"What if she doesn't hear it?"
"She will if she didn't turn the radio off. She almost never misses this show. It's her favorite."
"Well, Harry, I hope she didn't turn it off, because we're going to play it for you tonight, O.K.?"
"Thank-you."
"You're welcome. All right, Hermione, if you 'are' listening, this next song is to you from Harry."
I'm not a perfect person.
There's many things I wish I didn't do.
But I continue learning,
I never meant to do those things to you.
And so I have to say before I go,
That I just want you to know.
I found a reason for me,
To change who I used to be.
A reason to start over new,
And the reason is you.
I'm sorry that I hurt you.
It's something I must live with every day.
And all the pain I put you through,
I wish that I could take it all away.
And be the one who catches all your tears.
That's why I need you to hear.
I found a reason for me,
To change who I used to be.
A reason to start over new,
And the reason is you.
And the reason is you.
And the reason is you.
And the reason is you.
And the reason is you.
I'm not a perfect person,
I never meant to do those things to you.
And so I have to say before I go,
That I just want you to know.
I found a reason for me,
To change who I used to be.
A reason to start over new,
And the reason is you.
I found a reason to show,
A side of me you didn't know.
A reason for all that I do.
And the reason is you.
Hermione's eyes filled with new tears as she listened to the song, but this time they were from a different emotion. She was so touched by Harry's dedication, she couldn't bear to not be with him any longer. She tried to Apparate, then remembered the wards she had erected around her flat. She jammed her feet into a pair of trainers and bolted for the door. As she yanked it open, she found the very person she so wanted to see. Her face crumpled and she threw herself into his arms. He walked her backwards through the door and closed it behind him, apoligizing the whole way.
"Hermione, I was wrong to accuse you. Not long after you left, I recieved an owl from Tim and Helen. They were the ones that told. You were right and I was just too damn stubborn to admit it. Ron and Luna made me see that I need to change the way I deal with the media attention that I get, and not blow up when something gets leaked to the papers about me. Now before you think that I was acting like I was ashamed of being with you, I want to show you what I was going to give you after dinner that night." He pulled a small object out of his pocket and held it up for her inspection.
"Harry!" she gasped. He took hold of her hand and slid the diamond ring onto her finger.
"Hermione, would you please take pity on this poor, stubborn, thick-headed fool and do me the honor of becoming my wife?" She nodded happily and wiped her eyes with her free hand as now tears of joy slid down her cheeks.
"Yes, Harry. I'll marry you, on three conditions. One- You 'ever' do anything like this again, I have full permission to kick your arse." He nodded immediately. "Two- You have to show me every day that you are changing your attitude about your relationship with the media." He nodded again. "And three- I'll marry you if you'll consent to following me." He grinned as she lturned and headed through the flat to her bedroom.
"I just called to say I love you,
Come back home."