She turned her back on the sky, with her blue raincoat wrapped around her shoulders. Her feet ran like fire across the wet streets. She was happy to be away from everything.

Suzanne takes you down to her place newer the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her

The city turned on the lights and the music. She had said goodbye to her parents and had not looked back anymore, because the lights and the music would only make her stay.

There is no bigger relief, but to be alone on a dancing night, without anyone to say that you are late, or you are wrong.

You can smile and you can jump and no one around you will care or ask you if you are alright. And if she was hopeless it was because she was too happy. The happiness glided down her fingers in the puddles.

And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from china

He didn't want to discover her; he only wanted to feed himself with her. And even if she loved him very much she preferred to be alone. Even if he was the only one to make her think of beauty he wasn't the one to give her freedom.

And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength

They won't judge her now and no one will say she was a hero, because that would only mean she is nothing, nothing but dirt and gold. Her white hands were trembling as she grasped her blue raincoat, full of summer beads.

And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her

Hermione was certain that living in a place with walls was a waste of time. Her friends had not seen her for weeks and now they would never see her again. Maybe Ron would tell them she had run away. Would those old people read her CVs? She had sent so many but she wasn't going to work anymore. She was only going to dream about dreaming.

And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

Hermione was the partisan that would never surrender. She vanished happily into the mist.

****** "...but I've many friends, and some of them are with me..."