Sometime Around Midnight- Song Fic
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot. All rights go to J.K Rowling and the band The Airborne Toxic Event.
A/N: Inspiration struck me at work. I've wanted to use this song for a story for a while but didn't know where to start. So here's my best shot.
Warning: non DH compliant, meaning Snape is alive.
And it starts...
Sometime around midnight
Or at least that's when
You lose yourself
For a minute or two
Flash Back Monologue:
It was about midnight when it happened; when I saw her. It was another ministry function, which I was obligated to attend. I'll willingly admit that it was the last place I wanted to be at this point in time. Having to 'play nice' with all of those ministry officials was tedious, as were all the looks I kept getting. No one would openly say anything to offend me, but the looks and the whispers were enough. I had come alone, as always, knowing that I had a snowball's chance in hell of getting a date. I mean who would want to go out with a person who has a reputation of being a miserable, old sod (to put it nicely) and who was, until recently, thought to be a Death Eater. It's been three years and still these are the reactions towards me.
Any way, I digress. I was standing off to the side of the large dance floor with one of the few people I could stand to be around for more than five minutes, Draco Malfoy. He, too, was obligated to attend these functions. I had my glass of Fire Whiskey in one hand while I was talking with him. Then something, rather someone, caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I was cut off mid sentence when I saw who it was. Dancing in the arms of some wizard or another was Hermione Granger. I couldn't help it, my brain just stopped. Draco, who had noticed the lull in conversation turned his head to see who had captured my attention so fully. A knowing smile played across his lips. He was one of the few people I had confided in about her.
Her presence caught me off guard. She had not been at any events in recent memory, trust me, I would remember. So she was with another wizard, big deal. It shouldn't have bothered me, but it did. Why was she different from any other witch in the room, well I know that answer, but still. I look away and down the rest of my Fire Whiskey and finish my conversation with Draco.
As you stand...
Under the bar lights
And the band plays some song
About forgetting yourself for a while
And the piano's this melancholy sound check
To her smile
And that white dress she's wearing
You haven't seen her
For a while
It was about an hour later, the band having taken a break was coming back on stage, when she caught my attention again. She was in a small group of very influential wizards, talking and smiling. She looked radiant. The banquet was very dimly lit, and in her white dress robes she seemed to emanate light and all that was good and sacred in the world. I hadn't realized until this moment how long it had been since I saw her last. Much to long by all accounts. Three and a half years, three and a half years, how did I let this happen? Looking at her now I couldn't imagine leaving her side ever again. I can't tear my eyes away from her intoxicating form.
But you know...
That she's watching
She's laughing, she's turning
She's holding her tonic like a cross
Then it happens, her eyes flicked towards me just for a fraction of a second. That's when I knew she wasn't completely indifferent towards me. I smiled inwardly, glad to know that I did in fact have an effect on her. Then, observing her openly, I started to notice thing about her. For example, the way she held her drink. Her face was feigning perfect interest but the way she held her drink, as if it was a cross and she was using it to ward off vampires, indicated that she didn't want to be there. I could not fault her there, because I held the exact same sentiments.
As the time passed slowly I noticed and recollected more thing about her, that until then had been forgotten. Leaving my observations for a time I walked to the bar to get another drink and to mingle with some key people, so as to make the ministry look good. I made my way back to where I was standing but she had moved on, so I resigned my self to observing the other guests for the time being.