A/N:
Written with a brownie in my hand and a Coke on the desk. I don’t think
it fits with the
song
as much as My Sundown; please tell me what you think. Thanks so much for
the reviews.
My
Sundown
by
Jiwwy
Chapter
2
For
Hermione
The
fire’s nice.
A
very simple thought. It contrasted nicely with all the damned homework
the teachers pile on
for
the weekend, and made me think about a break. I sit in the chair closest
to the fire, but I’m
not
warm. The books are absorbing all the heat.
I
toss the books resting on my lap to the floor carelessly. If Hermione were
here she’d-
“Ron?
What are you doing up?”
A
face loomed out of the darkness near the portrait hole. The winter-pale
skin of her face is the
only
thing I can see against the darkness of her hair and the walls. “Homework.”
I answer as I
stoop
closer to the fire.
“You’ll
burn yourself that close to the fire, Ron! What are you doing, homework
so late?”
I
twitch my nose. She’s right, it already feels hot. I decide not to answer
the homework thing.
“What
are you doing out, Miss Prefect?”
An
obvious pause.
“Nothing.”
Oh
god. “Real smooth Hermione.”
“Ron,”
she pleads.
“What
were you doing?”
She
stops behind me to pick up my fallen books. “You should be more careful
with the texts,
Ron,”
she mumbles distractedly.
“Hermione.”
I turn around without standing up and stare at her. “The last time you
were like
this
was before the Yule Ball, when you wouldn’t tell me you were going with
Krum.”
Another
pause. “Ron, what are you, jealous? You’re my… friend.”
“Jealous?
You mean you were meeting someone.” Her last sentence hits me. Hard. Ouch.
And when
you said I could not stay with you
That's
not the way you would have wanted to be
Convince
yourself that everything is alright
'Cos it
already is
She
looks behind me into the fire, her eyebrows knit and her chin crinkled
like Ginny’s does
when
she might cry. “Please Ron, I wasn’t meeting anyone, I was at the library.”
“Who
the hell is it, Hermione?”
“Ron.
I was at the library. Please don’t do this. I don’t… I don’t know what
you think we are,
but…
all I want is to be friends.”
“Cor.”
I jump up and grab my books from her hands. “You… I… I don’t know about
you
Hermione.
You think you’re so clever. I don’t… You don’t know what’s right, though.
You
know
logic. I’ve never known you to know love.” I glare at her one last time
before storming
towards
my dorm. I run into a lamp and bang my toe. Have to remember to wear shoes
in
common
room.
“Ron.”
She whispers, I don’t know how I hear her. I don’t know even if I do hear
her, or if it’s
a
sick nightmare. “Ron, Draco stopped me in the hall.”
Vomit
in… 3…
“He
said he was sorry for anything he’s done…”
…2…
“And…
we kissed.”
…1.
“Good
god almighty Hermione Granger!” I explode instead of throwing up. Seems
a bit cleaner,
I
think. Everyone in Gryffindor Tower has now been startled awake. “You absolutely
have got
to
be joking!” I knew she wasn’t. Hermione isn’t one to joke… I wonder what
she’d do if I had
an
aneurysm at that moment. “I thought you couldn’t go any lower than Krum!
I just… you
deserve
better than him.”
“Ron,
please,” she begs silently.
“I’m
going to bed.”
Don't sell
your heart and break just anyone
I want
to run with you through moorland fields
Convince
yourself that everything is alright
'Cos it
already is
'Cos it
already is
“Ron?”
Great,
Harry’s awake. “Yeah.”
“What
are you doing… what was that yelling?” I hear him sit up, and he turns
on the light.
“Hermione
saw I didn’t have my homework done g’nightgoingtobed.”
I
flop my face into the pillow. If he asks anything else I can’t hear him.
~~~
The
next day’s Monday. I get up with the usual school spirit… yeah right… and
immediately
twitch
and throw myself back on the bed and try not to remember that nasty, horrible
dream.
“Ron?”
Hermione walks in without knocking. I know what she’ll say and I feel like
crying.
“Ron,
pretty pretty please don’t tell anyone. I don’t even think it was a very
big thing. We
just…
yeah… and he said goodnight and left.”
I’m
glad she didn’t say the k-word. I don’t say anything.
“Ron,
please get up. You have to eat.”
I
roll over. No one said I was mature.
“Ron!”
she suddenly stands and drags my comforter off me. I moan and curl up into
the
fetal
position.
“I
really really really don’t need to talk about your love life with Draco
Malfoy over breakfast,
Hermione.”
I
sense her glare. I glare straight ahead and hope she senses that. “You
aren’t supposed to be
in
here Hermione.”
“Ronald!”
She walks around to the other side of the bed and I roll over again. She
crawls on
the
bed and flips my shoulder on the bed so I’m lying flat. “Ron. Viktor or
not. Draco or not.
You.
Are. My. Friend. Why you can’t accept that is beyond my comprehension,
but that’s
the
way it is! End of story!”
“I’ll
tell Harry!” She cocks an eyebrow. I only now realize the happy fact that
Hermione is in
bed
with me but decide not to mention it. “Hermione… I’m sorry, okay? I just…don’t…you
aren’t
good with knowing what’s right for you when it comes to boys.” Both eyebrows
go up.
This
is the wrong way to start. “I don’t want him to hurt you.” I finish lamely.
“Ron,
please. I won’t get hurt. I don’t even know where I stand with him. Just…
let me try
this.
Please. If it doesn’t work out… I’ll marry you.”
(A/N: Let’s
hope it works out, right D/H Shippers?! *is mean to Ron*)
I
sigh and look down at the velvet sheets. She’s definitely going to get
hurt. But I smile, like a
good
friend should, and hold out my hand. “Deal.”
So
take your lessons hard and stay with him
When your
car crash comes, don't be mislead
Convince
yourself that everything is alright
'Cos it
already is
'Cos it
already is
So take
your lessons hard and stay with him
And when
your car crash comes, don't be mislead
Convince
yourself that everything is alright
'Cos it
already is
Yeah it
already is
At
breakfast she acts like nothing happened. She even sends me death rays
with her eyes when
I
ask Harry in hushed tones for his answers in Transfiguration. I smirk smugly
at her as Harry
hands
them to me under the breakfast table, and she kicks me with her hard-soled
Mary Janes
right
where I stubbed my toe. Harry asks no questions. I imagine he was still
just half asleep last
night
anyway.
Hermione
glances over at the Slytherin table every now and then, biting her lip,
waiting for a
look
from Him. About the fourth time she grins and blushes. Maybe throwing up
wouldn’t be
a
horrible idea anyway.
She
can live her life, I suppose. When he hurts her, she can’t say I didn’t
warn her. I just hope
she
doesn’t plan to go steady with Goyle next year.
Bad
image.
Where’s
Moaning Myrtle’s toilet when you need it?
So take
him home
So take
him home
So take
him home
Take him,
Take him home
Take him,
Take him home...
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