Rating:
G
House:
The Dark Arts
Genres:
Angst
Era:
Multiple Eras
Stats:
Published: 05/06/2002
Updated: 05/06/2002
Words: 400
Chapters: 1
Hits: 437

The Best Deceptions

SoXyRoXy

Story Summary:
This is my first song fic. It's about Harry and Hermione breaking up after a long relationship.

Chapter 01

Posted:
05/06/2002
Hits:
437

I heard about your trip
I heard about your souvenirs
I heard about the cool breeze
And the cool nights and the cool guys that you spent them with
I guess I should have heard of that from you
I guess I should have heard of that from you



He looked her straight in they eye and said, "I can't do this anymore Hermione."
"What?" she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
He looked away. "You heard me. I can't do this anymore. I'm finished."



Don't you see?
Don't you see?
That the charade is over
And all the best deceptions and the clever cover story awards go to you



"But why? Harry, I love you," she said, tears finally slipping down her face.
"Don't Hermione. You know why."
Her eyes grew wide in realization and she looked away.



So kiss me hard cause this will be the last time that I'll let you
You will be back some day
And this awkward kiss that tell of other peoples lips
Will be of service to keeping you away



"I'm so sorry, Harry, I never meant to hurt you."
"How could this not hurt me, Hermione? You went behind my back, and then lied to me about it."
She sobbed quietly. "You weren't supposed to find out."



I heard about your regrets
I heard that you were feeling sorry
I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us
Well I guess I should have heard of that from you
I guess I should have heard of that from you

 

"I know," he said, sadly. "That's the problem."
She lifted her tear-streaked face and looked at him. "I'm sorry."
"Me too," he answered, and turned away.

 

Don't you see?
Don't you see?
That the charade is over
And all the best deceptions and clever cover story awards go to you

 

He walked up the stairs to his dorm room slowly, allowing, for the first time in quite a while, a small, silent tear to slip over his cheek.

 

I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers
I'll be all right when my hands get warm
Ignoring the phone I'd rather say nothing
I'd rather you never heard my voice
You're calling too late
Too late to be gracious
You do not warrant long goodbyes
You're calling too late
You're calling too late