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This is the rhyming story, Ash.
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Title: Betrayal
Author: Elena Miscellanyy/dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: Friends (#26)
Word Count: 593
Summary: Hermione's betrayal to her friendship is narrated.
Warnings: May be a bit confusing.
Notes: It's in Hermione's PoV and it kinda rhymes. Sometimes the whole sentence rhymes, [The things that we would say, the times he'd push me away, the feelings that I had, the range of good and bad.] sometimes only the last two parts would. [A loud--resounding cry, my painful sobs of sorrow, he knew that he had won, I knew what I had done.]
The cold in my hands, the tremble in my voice, "Stop it, have some class," the shatter of a glass. The trickle of his blood, the anger in his voice, the harsh grip of his hands--as he tried to make me understand. A loud--resounding cry, my painful sobs of sorrow, he knew that he had won, I knew what I had done. The voices in my head, the shame mixing with the dread, the thoughts were running wild, I felt but only just a child.
The exhilaration, the life it gave, the fun of a dark boy, the occasional spurts of joy. A new side of me shown, a different person altogether, the difference that it made, the many times that we've laid. The things that we would say, the times he'd push me away, the feelings that I had, the range of good and bad. The spectrum we were on, the house that he was in, the eagerness in my eyes, the horrible reason why.
He used me and I knew, I loved him and it was true, the motive behind the scene, the grass that wasn't so green. The way he played us both, not just me but my friend as well, the last words that I uttered, the slight apology that he sputtered. The end of a orderly chaos, the end of a sisterly love, the betrayl that was commited, the people that were omitted. The victim--Ginny--was hurt, the sadness that would surround, the mistake that I--Hermione--would forever regret, the fury that would forever keep me upset. Her hurt just for my happiness, her pain for his gentle touch and carress, the way it made me feel, the lack of something real.
The emotion in his eyes, the flicker of pain he had, "Slytherin forevermore," the closing of a door. The silence in the air, the tangles in my hair, the desperation in my voice, it seemed I had no choice. The resolution of it all, the effect from the fall, the pieces of my heart, the dead chance of a new start. The betrayal of a friend, the tears of someone hurt, the love that was broken, the heart that was a token. A Slytherin set free, the dreaded Blaise Zabini, he had caused it all for fun, and now the horror had just begun. The companions that had fallen for his guise, the cloudiness of the once sunny skies, and now that we were broken apart, he had a chance to restart.
Our friendship never was the same, everyday I felt the shame, I wasn't expecting it to be, nor expecting her to forgive me. It was entirely my fault, and she was just dragged in, I told her it was fake, she said that it was a mistake. I never told her my feelings, I feel the same when he walks by, the arrogance in his voice when he talks, the conceit and leisure in his legs when he walks. He still gives me a knowing look, it makes me nervous and feel all shook, I wonder if he has any lasting word, from what I could see and what I never heard.
The cold in my hands, the tremble in my voice, "Stop it, she'll find us again," the tender dropping of a pin. A loud shriek, a terrible gasp, a covered face, the form and lack of grace. "I really can explain!", the torture and the pain, Ginny is at the door, collapsing to the floor. "I'm sorry" becomes a whim, a flimsy little excuse, I know that I was wrong, I've known it for so long. I simply couldn't resist, and everytime he kissed, I would find myself becoming alive, I needed him to survive.
I knew it was foolish, just for a bit of love, another stupid mistake, a friendship and future at stake. The loneliness I felt, the tears I left to melt, the aching that would never subside, the love that had died. The calm after the storm, the resolution of a war, I still had nothing left, I guess it was for the best.
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Title: Betrayal
Author: Elena Miscellanyy/dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: Friends (#26)
Word Count: 593
Summary: Hermione's betrayal to her friendship is narrated.
Warnings: May be a bit confusing.
Notes: It's in Hermione's PoV and it kinda rhymes. Sometimes the whole sentence rhymes, [The things that we would say, the times he'd push me away, the feelings that I had, the range of good and bad.] sometimes only the last two parts would. [A loud--resounding cry, my painful sobs of sorrow, he knew that he had won, I knew what I had done.]
The cold in my hands, the tremble in my voice, "Stop it, have some class," the shatter of a glass. The trickle of his blood, the anger in his voice, the harsh grip of his hands--as he tried to make me understand. A loud--resounding cry, my painful sobs of sorrow, he knew that he had won, I knew what I had done. The voices in my head, the shame mixing with the dread, the thoughts were running wild, I felt but only just a child.
The exhilaration, the life it gave, the fun of a dark boy, the occasional spurts of joy. A new side of me shown, a different person altogether, the difference that it made, the many times that we've laid. The things that we would say, the times he'd push me away, the feelings that I had, the range of good and bad. The spectrum we were on, the house that he was in, the eagerness in my eyes, the horrible reason why.
He used me and I knew, I loved him and it was true, the motive behind the scene, the grass that wasn't so green. The way he played us both, not just me but my friend as well, the last words that I uttered, the slight apology that he sputtered. The end of a orderly chaos, the end of a sisterly love, the betrayl that was commited, the people that were omitted. The victim--Ginny--was hurt, the sadness that would surround, the mistake that I--Hermione--would forever regret, the fury that would forever keep me upset. Her hurt just for my happiness, her pain for his gentle touch and carress, the way it made me feel, the lack of something real.
The emotion in his eyes, the flicker of pain he had, "Slytherin forevermore," the closing of a door. The silence in the air, the tangles in my hair, the desperation in my voice, it seemed I had no choice. The resolution of it all, the effect from the fall, the pieces of my heart, the dead chance of a new start. The betrayal of a friend, the tears of someone hurt, the love that was broken, the heart that was a token. A Slytherin set free, the dreaded Blaise Zabini, he had caused it all for fun, and now the horror had just begun. The companions that had fallen for his guise, the cloudiness of the once sunny skies, and now that we were broken apart, he had a chance to restart.
Our friendship never was the same, everyday I felt the shame, I wasn't expecting it to be, nor expecting her to forgive me. It was entirely my fault, and she was just dragged in, I told her it was fake, she said that it was a mistake. I never told her my feelings, I feel the same when he walks by, the arrogance in his voice when he talks, the conceit and leisure in his legs when he walks. He still gives me a knowing look, it makes me nervous and feel all shook, I wonder if he has any lasting word, from what I could see and what I never heard.
The cold in my hands, the tremble in my voice, "Stop it, she'll find us again," the tender dropping of a pin. A loud shriek, a terrible gasp, a covered face, the form and lack of grace. "I really can explain!", the torture and the pain, Ginny is at the door, collapsing to the floor. "I'm sorry" becomes a whim, a flimsy little excuse, I know that I was wrong, I've known it for so long. I simply couldn't resist, and everytime he kissed, I would find myself becoming alive, I needed him to survive.
I knew it was foolish, just for a bit of love, another stupid mistake, a friendship and future at stake. The loneliness I felt, the tears I left to melt, the aching that would never subside, the love that had died. The calm after the storm, the resolution of a war, I still had nothing left, I guess it was for the best.