A/N: I've had an interesting idea. I'm going to write about it and see what
happens. It may be good, it may be bad, it may be ugly, but just bear with
me people; my ideas are beginning to flow rampantly, as is my incredibly
large vocabulary of preposterously long words. Hee hee! Happy translations,
folks! No, really I'm just kidding. And no matter how badly it starts, keep
reading, at least for a little while. And review, please. Even if it's a
flame. Because if everyone were nice about my occasional lapses in editing
skills, how would I ever learn anything? But be warned, just because you
say it doesn't mean I'll do anything about it, so be reasonable. Oh, and
another warning. The way I write and the way I make my characters act will
probably be ridiculously different from J.K. Rowling's, but in order to
further the plot some things will have to change. Accept it, move on, and
don't bitch about it in your reviews. There's absolutely no point. Ok, now
I'm done rambling. I promise. Except for the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: If it's even remotely familiar, I probably don't own it. Don't sue me, I have no money.
This vacation's useless
These white pills aren't kind
I've given a lot of thought
On this thirteen-hour drive
I miss the grind and concrete
Where we sat past eight or nine
And slowly finished laughing
In the glow of our headlights
I've given a lot of thought to
The nights we used to have
The days have come and gone now
Our lives went by so fast
I faintly remember breathing
On your bedroom floor
Where I laid and told you
But you swear you loved me more
Do you care if I
Don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight?
Will you think of me?
Will I shake this off?
Pretend it's all OK
That there's someone out there
Who feels just like me
There is
Those notes you wrote me
I've kept them all
I've given a lot of thought of
How to write you back this fall
With every single letter
In every single word
There will be a hidden message
About a boy
That loves a girl
Do you care if I
Don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight
Will you think of me
Will I shake this off
Pretend it's all OK
That there's someone out there
Who feels just like me
There is
Do you care if I
Don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight
Will you think of me
Will I shake this off
Pretend it's all OK
That there's someone out there
Who feels just like me
Do you care if I
Don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight
Will you think of me
Will I shake this off
Pretend it's all OK
That there's someone out there
Who feels just like me
There is
(A/N: OK, there will be the occasional shameless plug of my favorite stuff, and the above is an example. I love that song!!! Righty O, I'm done for awhile. No one really knows how long awhile is, but, hey, I'm tryin' here!)
Hermione woke to the sound of her alarm clock playing the first song of a mixed CD she had burned over the summer. Today was the day she would go to Diagon Alley to get her school things. After, she would go to the Burrow until September first, when she would once again board the Hogwarts Express to go back to the school for the seventh and final time. She sighed and rolled out of bed as the second song started. She yawned widely and headed to the adjoining bathroom for a shower as Relient K blared through her room.
(I love Relient K! Happy, happy, happy!!! Hey, it was awhile!)
All the girls in the bathroom talkin'
Who they gonna take to the Sadie Hawkins
My ears are burnin' but I kept on walkin'
Smile on my face and an air guitar rockin'
Sadie Hawkins Dance
And my khaki pants
There's nothin' better
Oh, oh, oh
Girls ask the guys
Always a surprise
There's nothin' better
Baby, do you like my sweater
Hermione grinned. She'd always loved that song. She tested the water. It was hot, a little to hot. She fiddled with the knobs a bit and tested the water again before stepping in. She sighed as the water rushed over her body. It washed away the last of her tiredness. She stood there for a minute, just letting the water wash over her, and thought about all that had happened this summer. Both her parents had died in a car crash, and she was living in a small flat in London now, with her only living relative, her mother's sister.
Her aunt, Morgan, was American, like her mother, but lived in England for the moment until Hermione moved out, as she didn't want Hermione to have to leave everything she knew behind. Morgan was young and single, only a few years older than Hermione herself. Hermione, of course, missed her parents, but she liked living with Morgan to. If this makes it sound as if she didn't love her parents very well, it's because that is exactly the case. Hermi's parents had almost never been home, as they both worked very long hours, and were constantly away on business.
They were better than some people's parents were. They weren't abusive or anything like that, they just spent a lot of time out of the house. So Hermione spent a lot of time wandering the halls of the mansion that her parents owned. It was hers now. Or, rather, it would be hers in 8 months when she turned 18. She was planning to sell it. Too many memories there. And besides, what would she do with 120 rooms all to herself?
No, she would sell it, for sure. She'd use that money to rent a flat in London, and she could live quite comfortably for the rest of her life, and then some, off it. Not exactly, what you'd call big plans, but they were good ones.
She stepped out of the shower 20 minutes later. The song that was on now was Morgan's favorite, and Hermione loved it.
Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer where I started
I'm chasing after you
I'm falling even more in love with you
I'm letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me
I'm falling even more in love with you
I'm letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
Hermione walked to the kitchen to get her breakfast. She needed sustenance, as she had to ride with the head boy all the way to Hog warts. And riding in a compartment with Draco Malfoy for 9 hours was not high on her list of things she wanted to do today.
Disclaimer: If it's even remotely familiar, I probably don't own it. Don't sue me, I have no money.
This vacation's useless
These white pills aren't kind
I've given a lot of thought
On this thirteen-hour drive
I miss the grind and concrete
Where we sat past eight or nine
And slowly finished laughing
In the glow of our headlights
I've given a lot of thought to
The nights we used to have
The days have come and gone now
Our lives went by so fast
I faintly remember breathing
On your bedroom floor
Where I laid and told you
But you swear you loved me more
Do you care if I
Don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight?
Will you think of me?
Will I shake this off?
Pretend it's all OK
That there's someone out there
Who feels just like me
There is
Those notes you wrote me
I've kept them all
I've given a lot of thought of
How to write you back this fall
With every single letter
In every single word
There will be a hidden message
About a boy
That loves a girl
Do you care if I
Don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight
Will you think of me
Will I shake this off
Pretend it's all OK
That there's someone out there
Who feels just like me
There is
Do you care if I
Don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight
Will you think of me
Will I shake this off
Pretend it's all OK
That there's someone out there
Who feels just like me
Do you care if I
Don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight
Will you think of me
Will I shake this off
Pretend it's all OK
That there's someone out there
Who feels just like me
There is
(A/N: OK, there will be the occasional shameless plug of my favorite stuff, and the above is an example. I love that song!!! Righty O, I'm done for awhile. No one really knows how long awhile is, but, hey, I'm tryin' here!)
Hermione woke to the sound of her alarm clock playing the first song of a mixed CD she had burned over the summer. Today was the day she would go to Diagon Alley to get her school things. After, she would go to the Burrow until September first, when she would once again board the Hogwarts Express to go back to the school for the seventh and final time. She sighed and rolled out of bed as the second song started. She yawned widely and headed to the adjoining bathroom for a shower as Relient K blared through her room.
(I love Relient K! Happy, happy, happy!!! Hey, it was awhile!)
All the girls in the bathroom talkin'
Who they gonna take to the Sadie Hawkins
My ears are burnin' but I kept on walkin'
Smile on my face and an air guitar rockin'
Sadie Hawkins Dance
And my khaki pants
There's nothin' better
Oh, oh, oh
Girls ask the guys
Always a surprise
There's nothin' better
Baby, do you like my sweater
Hermione grinned. She'd always loved that song. She tested the water. It was hot, a little to hot. She fiddled with the knobs a bit and tested the water again before stepping in. She sighed as the water rushed over her body. It washed away the last of her tiredness. She stood there for a minute, just letting the water wash over her, and thought about all that had happened this summer. Both her parents had died in a car crash, and she was living in a small flat in London now, with her only living relative, her mother's sister.
Her aunt, Morgan, was American, like her mother, but lived in England for the moment until Hermione moved out, as she didn't want Hermione to have to leave everything she knew behind. Morgan was young and single, only a few years older than Hermione herself. Hermione, of course, missed her parents, but she liked living with Morgan to. If this makes it sound as if she didn't love her parents very well, it's because that is exactly the case. Hermi's parents had almost never been home, as they both worked very long hours, and were constantly away on business.
They were better than some people's parents were. They weren't abusive or anything like that, they just spent a lot of time out of the house. So Hermione spent a lot of time wandering the halls of the mansion that her parents owned. It was hers now. Or, rather, it would be hers in 8 months when she turned 18. She was planning to sell it. Too many memories there. And besides, what would she do with 120 rooms all to herself?
No, she would sell it, for sure. She'd use that money to rent a flat in London, and she could live quite comfortably for the rest of her life, and then some, off it. Not exactly, what you'd call big plans, but they were good ones.
She stepped out of the shower 20 minutes later. The song that was on now was Morgan's favorite, and Hermione loved it.
Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer where I started
I'm chasing after you
I'm falling even more in love with you
I'm letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me
I'm falling even more in love with you
I'm letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
Hermione walked to the kitchen to get her breakfast. She needed sustenance, as she had to ride with the head boy all the way to Hog warts. And riding in a compartment with Draco Malfoy for 9 hours was not high on her list of things she wanted to do today.