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Dust to Dust -The Civil Wars

It’s not your eyes
It’s not what you say
It’s not your laughter that gives you away
You’re just lonely
You’ve been lonely, too long

All your actin’
Your thin disguise
All your perfectly delivered lies
They don’t fool me
You’ve been lonely, too long

Let me in the wall, you’ve built around
And we can light a match and burn it down
Let me hold your hand and dance ‘round and 'round the flame
In front of us
Dust to

You’ve held your head up
You’ve fought the fight
You bear the scars
You’ve done your time
Listen to me -
You’ve been lonely, too long

Let me in the wall, you’ve built around
And we can light a match and burn them down
And let me hold your hand and dance 'round and 'round the flames
In front of us
Dust to Dust

You’re like a mirror, reflecting me
Takes one to know one, so take it from me
You’ve been lonely
You’ve been lonely, too long
We’ve been lonely
We’ve been lonely, too long

2

It’s funny how things happen.  My mind had strayed once again without me knowing it, and in a second I was configuring the curves of her body and the spring in her brown, ludicrous curls instead of studying the herbs I needed to collect for my latest product.  Instead of paper beneath my fingertips, I felt the smooth silk of her skin.  Of course, it was stupid to imagine her, because it only brought up memories that stung.  I knew, without a doubt, that soon my mind’s eye would turn to her broken smile as she left my side to defend hogwarts.  To her disappearance during the battle.  Everyone thought her dead, but she was alive in my thoughts.  Still, it hurt.

I shook my head, trying to focus again on my work, only to catch something out of the corner of my eye.  There she was, dolled up in clothes Hermione would have cringed at the very thought of wearing, though I wouldn’t have minded a bit if not for the setting.  Everything was wrong about her, from the clothes to her expression.  She looked lost, and I was frozen in shock as she turned to look at me.

Hazel and a bit confused, those eyes pierced through me but did not recognize me.  Still, those were her eyes.  The doubts that swiveled about in my head about her being a figment of my imagination dissipated.  She was too real.  I was sure my imagination was too ridiculously bad to actually make her up like this.  And so, I did the only natural thing- I stayed stock still like I’d been struck by that stupid petrificus spell.  That was, until she got up and started to leave.

Like that, I was up and running like a mad man towards her.  My Hermione was alive.  Granted, she looked like she didn’t know who the hell I was but she was alive, and on the move.  This time, I wasn’t going to let her get away.  Once I caught her, I wasn’t ever letting her go.

4

“No, no, no, Theo, just hold on. Come on, mate. Tell us some shit joke or something.”

“A j-joke?” he whispered. “Here’s one: Th-there were three Slytherins… Three f-fucked up Slytherins. The first f-fell in love with… with the Gryffindor’s P-Princess and became g-good. The second fell in l-love with Ravenclaw’s An-Angel and became good, t-too. The Third… the third did… n-nothing… b-but… but he tried…" — Isolation Chapter 44

We’d let years wash away in one single moment, he looked at me with those eyes that read ‘sorry’. My eyes started to water. I wasn’t ready to let go, no…I didn’t WANT to let go. I tried to call his name but he turned and walked away, I wanted to say something, something that escaped my lips when it was too late and It came out in a whisper. “I love you, Draco”. And he disappeared from sight.