A/N: Hey all! My second fic....and it's another songfic. What's the matter with
me??? Oh, welz....just my muse. ^_^ I have to feed my muse everyday or they get
cranky...and then no more stories...but no big loss! ANYWHO....here's my story.
It's an H/H fic...so hope ya likes!!

Disclaimer: I don't own "Harry Potter"......J.K.Rowling owns him. I don't own
"This Used To Be My Playground" that's Madonna's and it comes from "League of
Their Own". GOOD MOVIE!



"This Used To Be My Playground"
By: Angel Grrl


It was a cold, clear night. The air was crisp and the moon was bright and the
stars were shining brightly. All of this was grand in its own right...but I
hardly noticed it. I wrapped my robes around me trying to block out the cold as
the wind soon picked up. My teeth chattered a little as I tried to warm myself
back up. I could hear bouts of laughter coming from the castle...but I ignored
it. It was ironic......I, Hermione Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts, was sitting
out here in the cold...next to the lake...sitting in our--my old spot......our
private place-where no one could find us......no annoying reporters, no Colin
taking pictures every minute...and especially no one. But no more. It was no
longer OUR spot because.........the one person that I COULD share it with was no
longer here. He was taken from me.........taken by Voldemort.

This used to be my playground 
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end
And why do they always say

Ron keeps telling me to cheer up. I still couldn't...not even after five years.
Five years of longing......no longer being held...or touched...or kissed. I felt
myself wishing that I could have been the one who faced down Voldemort and
didn't come back, instead of the other way around. He could have been able to
survive without me....but I don't think that I can survive...WITHOUT him. I
surveyed the table of wizards in front of me....the heads of the departments in
the Ministry. Yes...I, Hermione Granger, had become the new Ministry of Magic. I
suppose I got the job because I was the best at all of my studies at
Hogwarts...but a tiny part of my brain said that it was because they felt pity
for me. So, I kept a straight face and cried my heart out in my dark bedroom.


Don't look back
Keep your head held high
Don't ask them why
Because life is short
And before you know
You're feeling old
And your heart is breaking
Don't hold on to the past
Well that's too much to ask

I can still remember his laugh....the way his untidy hair would fall into his
eyes all of the time...and how I had (more often than not) brushed it lovingly
out of the way. I remember the way Ron had teased us before we had realised
these feelings that we had for each other. He had told me that I was in love
with him...but I just didn't know it at the time. God, how foolish I was back
then. If I had just gotten off of my high horse then we could have had more time
to spend together. Why was this so unfair? And yet I still couldn't let go.

Live and learn 
Well the years they flew
And we never knew
We were foolish then
We would never tire
And that little fire
Is still alive in me
It will never go away
Can't say goodbye to yesterday 

Now, I've come back to Hogwarts. I'm taking over the Defense Against the Dark
Arts job. Apparently, some of the heads of the departments had thought that the
job was getting to me and POLITELY asked me to step down. It's actually kind of
funny that I didn't mind at all, because apparently Proffessor-I mean Head
Mistress McGonnagall had heard about it and sent me an owl asking me to come and
teach. I gladly accepted the position. As I was walking through the grounds I
saw a very familiar place next to the lake. I slowly walked over to it and sat
down. I had no regrets. I looked up at the moon.

'Oh Harry...'I thought. "I never got to tell you that I love you. I'll never
forget you. You know that. I'll always remember you....."


No regrets
But I wish that you
Were here with me
Well then there's hope yet
I can see your face
In our secret place
You're not just a memory
Say goodbye to yesterday 
Those are words I'll never say 

"Do you remember this place, Harry? Do you remember how we used to come here
when no one else was awake....and we'd just talk? I felt so safe just knowing
you were with me...and now you're not. I wish you were here with me again, my
love." Just then....a cool breeze swept across my forehead...and I was filled
with a sense of....KNOWING.

This used to be our great escape
This used to be the place we ran to
This used to be our secret hiding place

This used to be our playground [used to be]
This used to be our childhood dream
This used to be the place we ran to
The best things in life are always free
Wishing you were here with me

I slowly got up and brushed the grass off of my robes. I looked back at the lake
once more.
"Perhaps we'll meet again...."

THE END

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