A/N: This is the first part of a two-part R/Hr song-fic. It's the song I Won't Say I'm In Love from Disney's Hercules. The words in one * are "Hermione's" (Meg's in the movie), and the words in three *** are "Parvati and Lavender's" (the muses in the movie!) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: HP is not mine, neither is Hercules!
*If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that. No man is worth the aggravation. That's ancient history---been there, done that!*
Hermione sobbed as she ran up to her dormitory, a piece of parchment clutched tightly in her hand. She flung herself onto her bed, and began to sob ever harder. She ignored Lavender and Parvati as they tried to find out what was wrong. They wouldn't understand...this had never happened to them. Boys found them attractive...boys didn't cheat on them...boys didn't break up with them...boys didn't treat them as dirt.
"Hermione, listen to me. You have to tell us what's wrong, or else you'll never feel better," cooed Lavender.
"Go away...I DO NOT want to talk about it," sobbed Hermione.
"Hermione, Lavender is right. If you don't want to talk to us about it, do you want us to go get Harry or Ron for you?" asked Parvati gently.
"NO!!!!!!" screamed Hermione, "Ron cannot find out about this. I would never hear the end of it. He'd be so happy about it, I couldn't stand it!"
"Well, Hermione, you know why he would be happy, don't you?" asked Lavender, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Because he hates me...I just know he'd love to see me suffer like this."
"Hermione! You know that that is not true. If anything, he likes you, definitely not hates you. And I bet you anything that you like him, too," added Parvati.
"WHAT?!? I do not like him! He's so insensitive and...oh, he's such a prat!" Hermione practically screamed.
"Hermione, if you don't like him, then what was that whole episode about last year after the Yule Ball?" asked Lavender pointedly.
"It was him being a prat!"
***Who'd ya think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and heavens to you. Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you. Girl, ya can't conceal it. We know how ya feel and who you're thinking of***
"You can tell yourself that all you want, but it doesn't make it true. Hermione, it's so obvious! You like the boy. Stop denying it and accept it. Everyone knows it!" said Parvati, matter-of-factly.
*No chance, no way, I won't say it, no, no!*
"They do no such thing, because it isn't true!" Hermione argued.
***You swoon, you sigh, why deny it, uh-oh!***
"Hermione, I've seen the way you look at him."
"I look at him the same way I look at Harry, or anyone else. He's a friend, Lavender."
"Hermione, you don't look at Harry the way you look at Ron. You know it as well as I do."
*It's too cliché I won't say I'm in love. I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming get a grip, girl, unless you're dying to cry your heart out. Oh*
"Parvati, what's the use? It'll just end up like it did with Viktor...me getting hurt. I'm not good enough...not pretty enough...so what's the point of liking him?" asked Hermione defeatedly.
***You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling. Baby, we're not buying. Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling. Face it like a grown-up, when ya gonna own up that ya got-got-got it bad?***
"Hermione, you are plenty good enough. I don't know what you're thinking saying things like that. You're very pretty, and of course he's noticed. I've seen the way he looks at you, too. Hermione, admit it, you two are made for each other!" exclaimed Lavender.
*No chance, no way, I won't say it no, no!*
"We are not, and that is all there is to it, you two. End of discussion!"
***Give up, give in, check the grin, you're in love!***
"That is NOT all there is to it, Hermione. Just admit it...you're hurting yourself by denying it!" said Parvati, who was becoming quite exasperated.
*This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love!*
"NO! Just stop...I'm not going to say it! There's nothing to admit!" cried Hermione.
***You're doin' flips, read our lips: You're in love***
"I don't care what you say Hermione...a fact is a fact," said a very frustrated Lavender.
*You're way off base, I won't say it. Get off my case, I won't say it!*
"I don't know what you guys think you are saying...none of it's true!" argued Hermione, who was becoming quite defeated.
***Girl don't be proud, It's OK, you're in love!***
"Hermione, it's OK that you like him. You know that. You can't just tell yourself it's not true, because it is. If you keep lying to yourself, you're not going to ever have a chance with him!" finished Parvati, as she and Lavender got up and walked out of the dorm.
*Oh, At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love!*
"Ron, I love you," whispered Hermione as she fell asleep.
Disclaimer: HP is not mine, neither is Hercules!
*If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that. No man is worth the aggravation. That's ancient history---been there, done that!*
Hermione sobbed as she ran up to her dormitory, a piece of parchment clutched tightly in her hand. She flung herself onto her bed, and began to sob ever harder. She ignored Lavender and Parvati as they tried to find out what was wrong. They wouldn't understand...this had never happened to them. Boys found them attractive...boys didn't cheat on them...boys didn't break up with them...boys didn't treat them as dirt.
"Hermione, listen to me. You have to tell us what's wrong, or else you'll never feel better," cooed Lavender.
"Go away...I DO NOT want to talk about it," sobbed Hermione.
"Hermione, Lavender is right. If you don't want to talk to us about it, do you want us to go get Harry or Ron for you?" asked Parvati gently.
"NO!!!!!!" screamed Hermione, "Ron cannot find out about this. I would never hear the end of it. He'd be so happy about it, I couldn't stand it!"
"Well, Hermione, you know why he would be happy, don't you?" asked Lavender, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Because he hates me...I just know he'd love to see me suffer like this."
"Hermione! You know that that is not true. If anything, he likes you, definitely not hates you. And I bet you anything that you like him, too," added Parvati.
"WHAT?!? I do not like him! He's so insensitive and...oh, he's such a prat!" Hermione practically screamed.
"Hermione, if you don't like him, then what was that whole episode about last year after the Yule Ball?" asked Lavender pointedly.
"It was him being a prat!"
***Who'd ya think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and heavens to you. Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you. Girl, ya can't conceal it. We know how ya feel and who you're thinking of***
"You can tell yourself that all you want, but it doesn't make it true. Hermione, it's so obvious! You like the boy. Stop denying it and accept it. Everyone knows it!" said Parvati, matter-of-factly.
*No chance, no way, I won't say it, no, no!*
"They do no such thing, because it isn't true!" Hermione argued.
***You swoon, you sigh, why deny it, uh-oh!***
"Hermione, I've seen the way you look at him."
"I look at him the same way I look at Harry, or anyone else. He's a friend, Lavender."
"Hermione, you don't look at Harry the way you look at Ron. You know it as well as I do."
*It's too cliché I won't say I'm in love. I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming get a grip, girl, unless you're dying to cry your heart out. Oh*
"Parvati, what's the use? It'll just end up like it did with Viktor...me getting hurt. I'm not good enough...not pretty enough...so what's the point of liking him?" asked Hermione defeatedly.
***You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling. Baby, we're not buying. Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling. Face it like a grown-up, when ya gonna own up that ya got-got-got it bad?***
"Hermione, you are plenty good enough. I don't know what you're thinking saying things like that. You're very pretty, and of course he's noticed. I've seen the way he looks at you, too. Hermione, admit it, you two are made for each other!" exclaimed Lavender.
*No chance, no way, I won't say it no, no!*
"We are not, and that is all there is to it, you two. End of discussion!"
***Give up, give in, check the grin, you're in love!***
"That is NOT all there is to it, Hermione. Just admit it...you're hurting yourself by denying it!" said Parvati, who was becoming quite exasperated.
*This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love!*
"NO! Just stop...I'm not going to say it! There's nothing to admit!" cried Hermione.
***You're doin' flips, read our lips: You're in love***
"I don't care what you say Hermione...a fact is a fact," said a very frustrated Lavender.
*You're way off base, I won't say it. Get off my case, I won't say it!*
"I don't know what you guys think you are saying...none of it's true!" argued Hermione, who was becoming quite defeated.
***Girl don't be proud, It's OK, you're in love!***
"Hermione, it's OK that you like him. You know that. You can't just tell yourself it's not true, because it is. If you keep lying to yourself, you're not going to ever have a chance with him!" finished Parvati, as she and Lavender got up and walked out of the dorm.
*Oh, At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love!*
"Ron, I love you," whispered Hermione as she fell asleep.