The Fool

A/N:Crap...I already wrote this once and aff ate it because it signs me out before I can publish. This sucks...I hate having to retype. Okay, so this is the second time I've typed this out and it's a bit different now, though it's relatively close to the first version. Anyway, I was listening to Lee Ann Womack's song, "The Fool", and this came into my head. So...Viola! You now have drabble, which has the potential to be more. Please rate and review, and let me know if you think I should turn it into a story, with this as the prologue, instead of leaving it drabble! ~ FallenAngel

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Violet sighed and straightened her shoulders before she walked across the courtyard and tapped the young man on the shoulder. She hadn't been able to help herself, seeing him sitting outside of the ice cream store. What was this place called? Flor-something-or-other's, she thought. She wasn't fond of sweets and couldn't keep these things straight.

The man looked up at her, curiously. "Hello. You're Harry Potter, aren't you?" Violet asked, watching as he winced before his green eyes went wary.

"I don't give out autographs." He said quickly before turning back to his sundae.

"I don't want an autograph.You don't know me, but I know of you. And not just as The Boy Who Lived." Violet said. "Do you mind if I sit?" She guestured to the empty chair across from him at the table.

Unable to reply with his mouth full of ice cream, Harry just stared as she sat down. "I might look familiar to you. I'm sure you've seen me around. No doubt you've heard my name from time-to-time as well, even though we don't run in the same circles and thus haven't been formally introduced." She smiled slightly. "We should talk."

Harry swallowed the last of his ice cream and looked the woman up and down. She looked to be about his age, with dark hair pulled up in a French twist and seafoam green eyes. Her jeans were designer and her blue blouse was obviously silk. "You do seem vaguelly familiar." He smiled slightly. "What's your name?"

She stood suddenly and guestured. "Do you mind if we move this to the Leaky Cauldron? If you aren't busy, I'd like to buy you a drink while we talk."

Harry nodded and stood following her as she set off briskly up Diagon Alley. "Your name?" He asked again.

She sighed. "Violet Lesriette." She stated, wincing when Harry froze beside her. She looked at him pleadingly. "Please...can we take this someplace more private?"


Harry stared in shock at the delicate beauty before him. She was the soon-to-be wife of Draco Malfoy, his old school-day rival. "We have nothing to say to each other. Why would you think we do?"

Violet bit her lower lip, debating about what to say. "He called your name out in his sleep last night." She finally whispered. When Harry's head snapped around, his eyes widening, she asked. "The Leaky Cauldron?"

He nodded and they walked the rest of the way to the pub, neither saying anything until they were seated in a dark corner, with a Firewhiskey before Harry. "Why would you say that?" Harry hissed at the woman.

"It's true." She sighed again, hanging her head. "He calls your name out in his sleep. Not just last night, either...it's happened a lot in the past. I..." She looked up, tears in her eyes. "I had hoped it would stop."

Harry looked upset as he drank some of his Firewhiskey and she pulled a handkerchief out of her purse and dabbed delicately at her eyes with it. "Really, I mean, it was three years ago, right? The year after you two graduated Hogwarts, wasn't it? And he's engaged now, with our wedding growing closer..."

"Five." Harry said hoarsely, startling her. "It was our sixth year, so five years ago."

She sniffled softly and slid her handkerchief back into her purse. "All the more reason to worry, then. I do love him, you know; very much so. He doesn't love me." Her laughter was brittle and sounded false, even to her own ears. "He only wants me because, in a twisted way, with my hair and eyes, I look like you. I've been told again and again that I could be your sister or cousin, by countless people."

Harry winced, seeing the truth in that, and - not knowing what to say - he stayed silent and took another drink.

"I just wanted to tell you that, however long ago it was, he loves you, not me. He wouldn't cry out for you in his sleep otherwise, now would he?" Violet stood and moved into the light of a nearby lantern, opening her purse and begining to fix the makeup she had smudged with her tears.

Harry opened his mouth to protest. To tell her how it had only been a few weeks of sex when they were still teenagers. To tell her that they'd never felt anything beyond lust for each other; hell, they hadn't even liked each other! To tell her that he hadn't spoken a word to Draco since graduation, and hadn't said a civil word to the boy - man - since their last night together all those years ago. To explain anything to dispell her accuassations and her belief that Draco Malfoy loved him.

Violet stopped him with her gently words. "I'm leaving now, Har...Mr. Potter. I shouldn't have said anything at all, and I should say this, because none of this really concerns you anymore. I'm not here to attack you or blame you in any way. I just thought it was time you knew that...well, that I know you don't love him, because everyone knows how you date and dump both guys and girls all the time and you have for years. Draco was just one in a long line of many who love you. I do love him, though, and it's breaking my heart to know he loves you instead."

Before Harry could say anything, she added. "Like I said, just pretend this meeting never happened. Like I said, I'm just the fool in love with the fool who's still in love with you."

Violet turned and swept out of his life just as quickly and silently as she had entered it not long before and Harry sat there, drinking his Firewhiskey, not knowing what else to do.

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"You don't know me,
But I know who you are.
Mind if I sit down?
Do I look familiar?
If I don't, well, I should.
I'm sure you've seen me around.
I know you've probably heard my name,
Though we've not been introduced.

I'm the fool,
In love with the fool,
Who's still in love with you.

If you've got a minute,
I'll buy you a drink.
I've got something to say.
It might sound crazy,
But last night in his sleep,
I heard him call out your name.
This ain't the first time;
He's done it before
And it's hard to face the truth.

I'm the fool,
In love with the fool,
Who's still in love with you.

I know love is a fragile thing,
And I'm trying hard to make it last,
But it ain't easy holding on to my dream,
When he's holding on to the past.

Just one more thing, before I go.
I'm not here to put you down.
You don't love him; that's a fact.
Girl, I've seen you around.
But you hold his heart in the palm of your hand,
And it's breaking mine in two.

Cause I'm the fool,
In love with the fool,
Who's still in love with you
I'm the fool,
In love with the fool,
Who's still in love with you."