The ticking of time's clock
A lover without a face
The breaking of a lock
A tunnel/a blind Alley
A noise just down a hall
The sweetness of a stilling breath
The tenderness/the lull
A story not yet written
Someone else's axe to grind
The killling death of envy
-lain dormant in your mind...
Copyright ©2006 Erika P.
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Skiing blindly upon the Slippery Slope of your happiness
You're sure to fall over,
-or hit into a tree.
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The Portrait hanging in the shadows tells of sins untold.
And, while your sitting prettily there,
-that Portrait's growing old.
But, oh how so deceptive
-how deviant your plan.
To be forever beautiful, and the youngest in the land.
In time the grey cracks will set in,
-as Dorian's plan is broken.
And the lines that will appear before
-as your age breaks silence; is spoken.
And you'll run and flee for cover as your youth has flown away.
Beauty fades with time,
-for beauty cannot stay...
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Laden upon the ground, white and cold.
She forged on;
-one foot in front of the other.
It was hollow,
-this feeling she felt.
As she looked far ahead,
-and even further still beyond the snow.
Into the great beyond,
-where hopes and dreams remain alive.
Where everything once lost is found again.
In the distance...
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I wanna live
It's an outspoken metaphor
Perhaps for the mundane
Like the attitude lain out before you.
Chasing your dreams onto another's pathway
I wanna smell the roses and not feel so,
-melancholy
Ha!
Such a big word,
You'll wonder:
Does she really know what it means?
You're so wise; I suppose
Lemons are sour
As you, I suppose
And this pathway,
-mine and mine alone.
You've worn out your welcome here...
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She had to grow and leave the nursery.
Goodbye she had to say
-to her dolls and precious toys, and things of yesterday.
And, as she stumbled numbly through the open door
She was never to re-enter
-and this she knew for sure.
For surely when you grow-up it's time to put away
Childish dreams, treasures and thoughts that never stay
Within the realm of innocense
-and childhood dreams unbroken
And, if you're lucky just enough
-to take with you a token.....
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Hungrily his eyes gazed over the figure approaching him.
Frightened by his intense stare, the figure in Red bid him good day and walked on.
Sensing her fear he studied her body from top to bottom, inch by inch.
His senses awaken by the very core of her innocence.
Red-hooded-cape, long brown hair cascading gingerly just below her shoulders.
It was maddening, he had to have her.
He'd follow along just behind, letting her scent guide the way through the trees in the forest
-sheer bewilderment.
The Red-hooded figure could feel his presence just behind her.
To the left, no right.
Just close enough behind all the way to the path that led to her Grandmother's house.
As she turned again, he had disappeared
-panting
-just out of sight...
Copyright ©2006 Erika P.
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Harry Potter Inpired Fanfiction: "The Long Awaited Kiss Goodnight" (I'm a Geek -deal with it!)
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Harry Potter Franchise; JK Rowling does. This is simply a FanFic... I am in no way pretending to be or representing JK Rowling/Her company or Her affiliates...
(1)
Six year at Hogwarts had ended so suddenly, abruptly for Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter and the many other young witches and wizards who had assembled to learn there. It was with the death of their Head Master, Albus Dumbledore one of the most powerful Wizards ever known. But as soon as they had started to learn how to improve on their magical skills, the children had found themselves once again sitting upon a roaring red stem engine rolling back towards King Cross Station. Not only children assembled there, but their parents as they rolled along in a subdued state of morning. Wizarding families sat side by side thinking about nothing more then the apparent doom that was to come.
Harry looked over at Ron, who seemed to be watching Hermione intently, as Hermione sat silently watching the view from the window as the scenery went by.
The Weasley family sat directly in the next car. They left Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione to their own car, to their own emotional grief. Which, the children were grateful for.
But the longer they sat, the more silent they became. Perhaps overcome by grief, perhaps frightened to death. Harry couldnt tell what was worse; Dumbledore dying, His own inevitable doom, or Ron falling finally for Hermione.
And, why should it have bothered him? He thought, hadnt It been a long time coming?
Maybe he was more confused about his own failed relationship with Ginny Weasley. Maybe it was because he thought this time it was all over for him, and just the beginning for Ron and Hermione. Whatever this feeling was that had overcome him, he tried desperately to shake it.
They were his best friends, and they deserved to be happy, Harry thought as he tried desperately to avert his eyes away, even when Ginny grabbed hold of the crook of his arm and held on. But he couldnt. He was frozen somehow watching this amazing spectacle unfold right in front of his own two eyes.
Hermione looked over at Ron, as they held each others gaze momentarily, the moment abruptly ended as she found herself looking quickly away.
Was this some sort of secret they shared? Harry thought. He wanted to be part of it too, but somehow knew that this time he was completely being excluded.
The Hogwart Express came to an abrupt halt as Women and children, husbands and wives, fathers and daughters, mothers and sons piled out of it. Slowly, surely, emptily they muddled along the once empty platform that was 9 & 3/4.
Harry too came to his own realization. He couldnt attend the wedding. He had to go home to Privet Drive right away if not sooner. He had to make sure that his mothers sister, her husband and their sixteen-year-old son were safe, even if he bought them just another year, even still if they had disliked him.
I gotta go! Harry intervened as the Weasley family began to gather their trunks together. I have to go back to my familys home. I have to make sure that they are safe.
To Harrys surprise the Weasley family acted as though they hadnt heard him, or maybe it was more likely that they didnt wish to hear him.
You mustnt! Hermione interjected. You cant! You have to stay at the Burrow! You said- promised- you would attend the wedding!
Hermione cried as she took notice that she was the only one trying to change Harrys mind.
Molly and Arthur Weasley knew only to well that this time was the one time that they couldnt stop the young Harry Potter from doing what it was that he needed to do. He was nearly seventeen, and in the Wizarding world seventeen meant that you were a man, a man to make you own decisions, follow your own heart and map out your own path.
Ron reached out a hand to shake his best friends hand, and as soon as their hands gripped, Ron pulled Harry in for a hug. Be safe, Mate.
Ron let go of Harry allowing for Ginny to say a goodbye.
I love you, Harry Potter.
Harry leaned over to kiss Ginny upon her forehead, and then she slowly backed away from him.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley surrounded Harry next. Should you be needing the help of the Weasleys, Mr. Potter-
I know, sir. And, I will be in need of the help of the Weasleys. Im certain of that.
Oh, Harry. Mrs. Weasley through her arms around Harry. I have always thought of you as my own.
I know- I know, Mrs. Weasley.
The Weasleys now backed away from Harry leaving Hermione standing alone and just looking at him. Her eyes welt up with tears as she said, Harry, I dont want you not to come to the Burrow. You have too!
Harry reached his arms around his best friend, hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, Ron needs you more right now, Hermione.
Wha- Hermione surprisingly looked into Harrys face as he kept on holding her.
You love him, Hermione as much as he loves you. Harry teased.
I do not! Hermione wiggled out of Harrys grip, blushed and pushed him lightly.
Harry laughed in return.
Mr. Weasley, do you mind if I borrow Fred & George?
He dont mind do you, Dad? Said Fred as George joined in.
Say, Harry whats on your mind, old chum?
I should say- it would be alright- Molly?
Well, I just dont know of anyone one other then you two guys wholl drive my Aunt completely insane.
Were in, said the twins in unison as their parents also agreed.
Hermione and Ron stood back and watched as Harry apparated with Fred & George each holding onto one of his arms, while promising to be back at the Burrow shortly.
(2)
The Burrow was unusually cold for a June evening, as Hermione found herself sharing a bedroom with Ginny Weasley. It wasnt the first time, but it was the first time that she found herself wishing to be in another room altogether.
She thought of the words that Harry had spoken. She thought and thought until her head hurt. Does Ron love me?
These feelings were altogether something new to look forward too, when the rest of the world seemed gloomy in the apparent doom that lay ahead.
Hermione wrestled with the feelings of wanting Harry to be safe and also wanting Ron to be in love with her. But, she knew even if Harry did miss the wedding that he would be at the Burrow shortly. Thats what the boys had promised. And, she had no reason to believe that Harry would break that promise. But, Ron, she had no reason to believe either way that he loved or didnt love her. He had never made any attempt at making her feel as though she were anything other than a friend. And then she thought, Dumbledores funeral! Ron had held me and played with my hair. Is Harry sensing something that I cannot?
Hermione, quickly! Mums sharing some old recipes for love potions, said Ginny very excitingly as she entered the room.
Ill be right there. Though, I dont suppose that youll be needing a love potion. Harry already loves you.
I- I know. Its just to pass time. Mum never shares the really good stuff. I think that she doesnt want me thinking about Harry too much, that is until hes here. Also, Im afraid she fears for Fred and George.
Of course. I hadnt realized. I will be right there.
Ginny skipped along closing the door behind her as Hermione sat down upright upon the four-poster-full-sized-bed and thought and thought, until her eyes grew heavy as she fell back down onto the bed and fell quickly asleep.
(3)
Ron somberly walked up the dirt path that led back up to the house that he had known his whole life, The Borrow. He had just finished de-gnoming the garden for his mother, but this time not at her request. This time he flung garden gnomes for the sheer pleasure of releasing pinned up anger, frustration and feelings he couldnt quite put into words.
He thought long and hard about Harry Potter, his best mate and the challenges that lay before him. He knew for himself that he didnt have Harrys courage, with being afraid of things that Harry had no comprehension of fearing, such as spiders and other creepy crawly types of things. But, he had Harrys best interest at heart. That he knew for certain. He would fight toe-to-toe, go head-to-head, if it meant in the long run that it would still be the trio of Ron, Harry & Hermione left standing.
And, what of Hermione? It had been such a long year. He knew he had feelings for her, but he feared them. Why was it so much easier for him to be affectionate with Lavender Brown, a girl with whom he couldnt care less about then with Hermione, his best friend and possibly the only girl he loved? He thought confusingly to himself as he scratched the top of his head.
The closer he got to the house the more he could make out the figures that had assembled there through the outside view from the window. He counted heads and said aloud, Wheres Hermione?
He walked quicker still toward the back door that lead to the kitchen, placed his hand on the doorknob, turned the door open and said, Ginny, Wheres Hermione?
Upstairs. I called her down nearly- 20- minutes ago. Ginny spoke as she squinted up her eyes and looked upon the Weasley family clock that now how Harry Potters picture added to it and smiled, even though all the family members still pointed at Moral Peril.
Right. Can you go and get her?
I already did, Ron. Mums in the middle of a fabulous story about a boy she dated before Dad. And, I dont want to miss it. She may once again become tight-lipped after Harry destroys- Vol-de-mort. Ginny said surprised by her lack of fear to speak the name. Go up and get her yourself.
Ginny skipped back to the living-room area of the house, sat down upon the floor next to Fluer who was stroking Bills hair as he lay upon the couch, and listened intently as Mrs. Weasley continued her story.
Ron huffed as he stalked up the long staircase that led to the upstairs bedrooms, made a right and found himself standing in front of his only sisters bedroom.
Hermione. Ron whispered her name and lightly tapped onto the closed door as he pushed it open a tad bit.
When he realized that she was not responding he opened the door completely.
Hermione, Hermione. He called again into the darkness as he found himself closer and closer still to the bed.
He looked downward and drew in a breath as he could just make out the outline of her body. He could hear her silent steady breathing as he just watched over her.
Shes so beautiful. He thought to himself as he leaned in closer to awake her.
(4)
Hermione had awoken to the feeling that she was no longer alone. She awoke and sat suddenly upright, her face within an inches distance from Rons. With whom, had been sitting upon the edge of the bed watching her as she slept.
Hi, she said as the shock settled in. Harry! Is Harry, OK?
Ye-ah Ron answered nervously as though he had only now begun to realize that she had never been this close to him. Mum and Ginny wanted me to come up and get you. No Owl from Harry, George or Fred yet, but I suppose their OK.
I fell asleep. I I felt like Id been up for days, and I just fell to sleep. Ginny had come up before to get me. I wasnt even aware how tired I was. Hermione spoke as she avoided Rons gaze and looked around the darkness of the room.
No matter. Come down now. I hear Mums telling Hogwarts Stories about some guy- or something like that.
Oh, OK. Hermione said smiling.
Ron got up from the bed, grabbed hold of Hermiones hand and helped her up from the bed. The mere feel of their skin touching was electrifying. Something that neither could explain as their stomachs knotted up, their hearts raced and their faces turned the color of scarlet.
It surprised them both to learn that they couldnt utter a word, could only walk the distance toward the door in silence, tightly griping onto the others hand. It was an unspoken understanding, just as confusing as perhaps Hermiones need to invite Ron to Professor Slughorns party, or Rons need to comfort her whilst she cried during Professor Dumbledores funeral. Surely there was something more to all of their unspoken advances.
That was merely their problem. They werent speaking about what was going on. Only advancing forward as though afraid to define it.
They let go of one anothers hand when they reached the staircase.
Baby steps, Ron thought. He wasnt about to suddenly announce that he and Hermione were going out, and he certainly didnt want to give the others that impression. They werent going out. They were merely confusing one another. And, neither Ron nor Hermione could make heads or tales of it.
(5)
Ron found himself escorting Hermione over to his anxiously awaiting family members.
It had always perplexed him how well she fit in. And, how he never really felt embarrassed by not having much around her.
He watched as Hermione sat in close proximity to Ginny, and smiled whenever he noticed how Hermiones face lit up as Mrs. Weasley continued the story.
He also began to wonder why no one had thought to question what had taken him so long to bring her back downstairs.
How long did it take us? He wondered.
Ron watched the group from the far wall to the left of the couch. He watched Hermione intently, stealing glances from her every now and again. He watched as Ginny laughed. He was happy that she could find her own happiness in such a queer moment. He noted that Fleur kept stroking his brother Bills hair, as though he were healed with her touch.
There was a time when Ron would have wished that it could be him laying there instead of Bill, but he was over that foolish crush. And, was it ever really a crush? He thought.
Looking at the crowd that had assembled in front of him now, there was only one girl that caught his eye.
And that girl was and had always been Hermione Jane Granger.
He knew that now, though wondered why it had taken him so long to figure it all out.
(6)
Hermione sat looking directly at Mrs. Weasley and every now and again beyond her in the direction of her son Ron.
She tried desperately to avoid his haunting stares. But, she couldnt shake them. Every time she laughed at the story Mrs. Weasley were telling, she noticed him staring. Every time she gasped or held a hand up to her mouth when a truly thrilling part of the story was being told, she noticed him staring.
His eyes were growing slightly heavy-lidded, baring through her.
What is he thinking? She wondered.
It was a type of madness that was going on between them. Never had he looked at her in such a way. Hermione dropped her glance from Ron, to Mrs. Weasley and then back down at her own hands that rested upon her lap. Her hands were trembling. She wished that he would stop looking at her like this, or perhaps maybe say something, anything. She could feel comfort in a word uttered, or perhaps if he had just come over to sit next to her instead of just staring.
When Hermione finally looked back up she noticed Ron making a gesture with his head to follow him outside.
Hermione following him with her eyes. Just watched and then waited for the right moment to excuse herself from the group.
It was as though she were hypnotized and had to go to him.
Erm May I be excused?
Why certainly my Dear, answered Mrs. Weasley.
I- um. Im just a little warm and need some fresh air.
Its alright, Hermione. Its been a long day for all of us.
Yeah but, Mum, dont stop telling the story, interjected Ginny, who was not about to give up on the opportunity to keep her mother talking.
Very well, Ginny.
Ill be right back, Mrs. Weasley. Theres no need not to continue on the count of me.
Hermione smiled wearily as she excused herself from the rest of the group, and rushed over to the kitchen door that led out to the back of the house. She noticed Ron was waiting a foot from the door for her.
(7)
Ron watched patently as Hermione inched step after step closer to him. He swallowed back his sudden urge of nervousness. It was as though hed known what to say all along, but had just now realized that hed never actually had the nerve to say it.
Hi, Ron.
Hermione was finally standing toe to toe with Ron, smiling wearily.
Hermione. Lets go on over to the tree over there.
Ron pointed towards a Weeping Willow tree on the grounds of The Burrow. Hed spent many a moment by that tree. It almost felt like this would be the last of his days to take in lifes little appreciations, ones that could be found in a simple stroll along the grounds.
Is everything OK? Hermione turned inwards as she strolled and talked to Ron. It was an unspoken sign of body language that said so much more than words between them every could.
She yearned to be closer to him.
Yeah, everythings OK. No- its not OK, Hermione. What happens now? What happens to Harry now? What of Mum and Dad, Ginny, Fred and George? What of Percy, Bill, Charlie? What happens to the rest of the Wizzarding families, and what of the Muggles? Wha- what- of you and I?
Ron stopped walking all of a sudden and stood leaning onto the tree, his body had gone limp and he slid down the whole base of the tree quite suddenly and yet slowly. It was as though the reality of the future had all of a sudden hit him, and nothing could keep him from fearing it any longer. He sat upon the ground, still leaning against the tree, placed his hands up to his eyes and wept.
(8)
Hermione stared hopelessly at Ron as he wept into the palms of his own hands. The moment filled her with so much pain and confusion.
I must go to him, she thought to herself.
If ever there was a time when he needed her, she knew this was it. She crept along silently up to him, kneeled down before him and reached her hands up to his, gently pulling them away from his face.
Its going to be alright, Ron.
Hermione could feel herself become overcome with her own emotions. As, she too began to tear up. Im not that sure whats to become of everyone. Im not that certain whats to become of us. She starred into his face, and into his eyes swollen with tears, unable to move, unable to breathe.
Hermione knew however that she had to be strong. There was no use in both of them breaking down. What she hadnt known was that the amount of pain they both shared at that moment was about to consume them.
(9)
Ron could no longer contain what was going on between them. He watched Hermione intently as she kneeled before him. She was grief stricken, just as he had been. Surely there was a reason for this moment. Her hands now lowered onto the ground before her as though hosting her up. She was close, so very close that he could smell the fragrant perfume within her hair. His own hands resting safely within his lap moved intently down towards the ground, met up with Hermiones as their fingers intertwined.
His eyes locked within her gaze, as their fingers coiled, broke free, touched, separated, held together tightly and let go again.
He reached for her and began to pull her closer and closer still to him as their noses lightly brushed; holding her, he leaned in to kiss her.
(10)
Hermione felt the soft touch of Rons lips upon her own, and as their mouths parted she could feel the warmth of his breath beneath hers; abated and dulled.
Her stomach twisted up in knots, tying tightly together and yet tighter still, until she could no longer contain the feeling, or define it.
Her heart raced, her hands trembled. All of her was a bundle of newly found emotions not yet thought or spoke of.
And, she loved him within the silence of their embrace so completely.
(11)
From the far distance through the kitchen window of a home called, The Burrow. Ginny Weasley stood smiling satisfyingly, as she watched the two who were once so close as friends become much more within a mere fraction of a second. And, it delighted her to know that she had been right all along to believe that they were in love.
It worked then?
Ginny suddenly turned around startled by the presence of her Mother who stood to her left also looking out the window with her own hand up to her chest, as though the site of Ron and Hermione had somehow broken her heart.
No, Mum actually. Ginny smiled, as she held up a small vile of what looked like mint colored goo. I never gave it to her.
Mrs. Weasley beamed brightly at her daughter and said, Ginny Weasley you are positively sneaky.
Well, I was trained by the best, wasnt I?
Ginny winked suddenly at her mother, who understood immediately that she had meant her twin brothers Fred and George.
Mum- do you think perhaps Ron would mind me using Pigwideon?
Certainly not at the moment. Mrs. Weasley turned back toward the window and smiled at the site of her son and Hermione, as though the moment aged her somehow more than shed have expected it to. But, in all she still found complete satisfaction.
Than you dont mind if I send an Owl to Harry, do you?
Mrs. Weasley looked at her daughter, out the window once again and thought silently for a few seconds.
I suppose a little good news couldnt hurt.
Great! Ginny said as she skipped away from the window, searched for proper parchment paper and the exact quill to write with
(12)
Harry Potter sat at the kitchen table of a modest house that stood at Number Four Privet Drive. He starred blankly at a smallish Owl named Pigwideon, which held within its grip an envelope addressed to Harry himself. He turned suddenly to watch as the Weasley twins; Fred and George entertained an unwelcoming Dursley family. And, to Harrys surprise his Uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley actually started to enjoy the twins tales of their days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and how by leaving the school their future as Professional Pranksters had been a sealed.
Harrys own Aunt Petunia sat across the table from Harry. It was a turning point for the two of them to actually find a common ground between one another.
Harry looked back towards Pigwideon, almost hesitant to grab the envelope, almost afraid to avert his attention from his Aunt, as they were making such good progress.
Well go ahead and read it then. His Aunt Petunia smiled at him tight-lipped, wearily.
OK. Harry replied grabbing the envelope anxiously from Pigs grip. As he began to read the letter a huge smile spread across his face.
Dear Harry,
Youll never believe what happened. Well maybe you will.
Ron and Hermione have- well, lets just say that they are no longer friends, but perhaps more.
It was my idea to get Mum to make up a love potion. I didnt dare give it to Hermione nor Ron, as I knew for myself that they had only needed a moment alone to realize that they loved each other all along.
Oh, Harry if only you were here to see them together. Its almost as if they had always been together. Mums heart nearly broke with the thought that perhaps this union would be broken apart somehow by the looming doom that we are all inevitably in.
But, Harry. I know that you are the one that will bring things right again. I have that faith in you. And I know that when things are once again right, than not only will we be celebrating Bill & Fleurs wedding, but hopefully Ron & Hermiones too.
And, I know Harry that right now we cant be together, but someday; Harry. Someday I hope that we can be.
Love from The Burrow.
-Ginny
Harry folded the letter and placed it down upon the table, looked up and smiled at his Aunt.
Its good news than?
Yeah, you can say that.
Hey ya, Harry. Whats the word?
George had walked into the kitchen at that moment beaming brightly.
Oh, um- Ron and Hermione.
Is that right? Fred had joined his brother George in the kitchen. Both twins looked wide-eyed with curiosity.
Wow, Harry. Little Ronny and Hermione. I always knew- you know. You, OK with that, mate?
Well, yeah. Everyones got to find someone, right?
Harry smiled, laughed and deep down inside cried a little. These were his friends, his friends. He would always need them, except now they would need each other a little more. And, it made defeating Voldermort all the more important to him.
(12 1/2)
Hermione Granger stood facing Ronald Weasley underneath the moonlight. He grabbed hold of her hand and gently placed it within his own tightly as they began to stroll up towards The Burrow.
Hermione, what do you suppose we should tell Harry?
Im not sure. What do you think that we should tell Harry?
Maybe, we could just let him figure it out for himself at the wedding?
Oh, Ron really! I mean- dont you want to tell anyone? Do you think that perhaps we should keep it a secret?
Well, keep what a secret?
Ronald Weasley, you mean to tell me that you arent going to let it be known that I am your girlfriend?
Well- I.
Ronald, you are positively impossible!
But, you love me, Hermione. Admit it.
I love you no more than you love me, Ronald Weasley.
Well, than it must be a whole lot, Hermione because I do love you.
Ron stopped walking suddenly, reached up to pull a piece of hair from Hermiones face, gently kissed her upon the forehead, and then softly upon the lips
The End.
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