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Lost in the Music	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23800 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7: Singing the Blues

When Hermione had left the great hall she ran to the only place she could be alone, with her heart breaking she didn’t want anyone to see her in her time of complete and utter breakdown.

As fast as he legs could carry her tiny but curvaceous body, she ran down the corridor that led to the Room of Requirement.

Sanctuary.

The doors opened allowing Hermione to stumble across the threshold, the doors closing of their own accord.

Hermione fell to her knees and sobbed. Her entire body shook from the forceful trembles caused by the sobbing.

Hermione didn’t think it was possibly to cry anymore in that moment. The tears she willed to fall remained in her heart.

Hermione raised her head, pushing back the mass of soft curls which had fallen forward during her crying, brushing away a stray tear that had become stationary on her now pink cheeks, she looked up into the room that had been created for her.

She gasped at the sight before her in awe.

The room was quaint and comfortable. A large fireplace contained a roaring fire that lit the small intimate space, casting shadows along the royal blue walls.

Two small light blue coloured chairs and a pine coffee table were positioned next to the fireplace, it was comforting to see but confusing to Hermione as to the number of chairs, the room was just for her and she most certainly didn’t desire company.

Hermione’s eye flicked away from the chairs to look over the grand black classical piano, that was situated in the corner if the room. Positioned on top of the piano were some parchments, an ink well and an array of quills and nibs.

Hermione stood and took a cautionary step forward towards the piano; she had only ever seen a piano like this once before when her parents had taken her to the royal London ballet when she was much younger.

Hermione had loved pianos from then on and had insisted that she learnt to play. Just like everything Hermione had embarked on she mastered it.

Hermione sniffled despite the giddiness she felt at the thought of touching the ivory and black keys to play a song.

Pulling out the Leather stool she perched on the end of it and spread her fingers out on the keys.

As soon as Hermione had sat down the fire and candles that lit the room extinguished leaving only a single spot light, which shone down on Hermione and the piano.

With a sharp inhalation she tested the tuning of the piano. The sound enveloped her body, the tinkling of the keys instantly inviting her to play away her hurt and pain

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For a while Hermione just played around with the notes until she came up with a melody that matched the emotions that were coursing through her body.

She hummed along in harmony with the melody of the piano, familiarising herself with the emotions that came to light at each dip of the tone of the music.

By the time she had played the tune from start to finish Hermione felt confident that she could add justifiable powerful lyrics that would complement the chilling tone of the song.

Hermione reached deep within herself to find the raw emotions she had just expressed on the floor of the ROR.

She memorized the pain she felt of being alone, her loneliness being personified by the quietness of the room and the saddest she felt at reliving the moment she saw Ron and Lavender, Hermione felt the surge of emotion take hold of her.

With a quick nervous breath, she began to sing. The words just falling of her tongue without a second thought, her sombre tones growing louder throughout the progression of the song.

Hermione was so emotionally drawn into pouring her heart out that she missed the, doors to the ROR open, and a tall slim, but toned figure walk through the door and resided against the wall in the darkness, observing her with eyes that portrayed an abundance of emotions.

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Draco was shocked to say the least; he didn’t have the heart to say anything to disturb Granger from the trance she was in singing. Truth be told Draco wouldn’t be able to speak even if he wanted to speak, he was rendered speechless by her singing.

Draco had heard Granger singing before; she had a habit of singing in the shower. He had to admit she had a good voice, and he did enjoy waking up to her singing in the morning, sharing a bathroom had its perks.

But this… This was something else; her voice was entrancing, his attention focused on her plump pink lips as she sang each word. There was something familiar about her voice but he couldn’t put his manicured finger on it.

His body was instantly awash with Goosebumps, the sincerity and ache that underlay each of the words she sung clung to him and made his own heart ache.

He listened to the words she sung, from a song that he didn’t recognise, each word with a million meanings, but Draco knew the meaning, and he knew what she was singing about: Heartache and loneliness.

If he was the Slytherin that everyone expected him to be and if he wasn’t so confused by the conflicting emotions he felt towards the head girl he would ridicule her.

But as it stood all he could do was listen and feel her pain.

Her voice haunted him and touched him deep down inside.

I’m the ghost of a girl,

That I want to be most,

I’m the shell of a girl,

That I used to know well.

Dancing slowly in an empty room,

Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Then you go and let the lonely in,

To take my heart again.

Broken Pieces of,

A barely breathing story,

Where there once was love.

Now there’s only me,

And the lonely…

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When Hermione had finished singing a sob escaped her mouth.

Her eyes were beginning to sting, the tell-tale signs that she was fighting the tears that threatened to cascade down her already puffy face.

However before the first tear could fall, Hermione heard shuffling.

Her head jerked over in the direction of the door.

Looking into the darkness to find the source of the scuffling

Her slightly red amber eyes met with silvery blue ones as Draco emerged from the darkness.

Hermione shook with fear, had he seen her singing? Did he know her secret?

Her head became cloudy as thoughts and questions whizzed around her head, her breathing becoming fast and erratic as she battled to breathe in the oxygen which was burning her lungs.

Draco opened his mouth to say something but before he could Granger went pale, he could see she was trying to stand up with difficulty.

When she finally succeeded her legs gave way, Draco catching her before she hit the floor.

Laying her on her back on the floor, Draco looked down at his fellow head, he eyes were shut, and her entire body was limp.

She had passed out.

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A/N

For everyone that wants to know what the song is what Hermione was singing. its called The Lonely by Christina Perri.

I adore her voice. Please let me know what you think.

Love D xx
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