Ahem ahem.
I'm baa-aack! *evil grins all around*
*awkward silence*
OK, so this is my first shot at a songfic.
Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers. And I don't own Harry Potter.
Song: Won't Even Start by David Choi. Check it out on youtube everyone.
Ron's Song
What happened
after last winter
'Listen, Ron, I-'
'What?'
'Let me finish! I think, we should…'
when we broke up
in December
'Why, 'Mione?'
Hermione looked at him, seeing his heart tearing in two.
'I… I think it will be best for both of us,' she said, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
'Best for who, 'Mione? Us?' He looked up, his eyes looking deep within her. 'Listen, do you want anything? I'll give you anything, please, anything!' His eyes were wild now, his voice coming in near rasps as he choked on his tears.
Hermione stood up, a sad smile on her face.
'Bye, Ron.'
I haven't seen you
Feels like a long time
He looked out the window, his heart refusing to mend.
Watching, as the girl of his dreams walked out into the snow.
Sometimes it still hurts
But I always get by
'What would you like, Mr Weasley?'
'A Firewhisky. Large one, thanks.'
I still got a piece of you under my skin
It's always there no matter where I've been
He looked down at the wooden box, filled with memories.
Memories of the first time that they kissed on camera, them sharing an ice-cream sundae at Fortescue's, them eating spaghetti in a Lady and the Tramp style…
He sighed, locked it all up and threw it into the fire.
It was all still there, though. Locked up tight, in a corner of his heart.
So if I ever see you on the street
I'll pretend that I didn't see
That laughing face, that mess of bouncing, brown hair… it messed with his heart, it really did.
And turn my face
No use in small talk anyways
He snorted, gently, then turned away from the window, beginning to eat his now cold breakfast.
Because if I look into your eyes
Then I'll have to say goodbye
'Ron?'
He didn't turn around.
'I… uhh.. was just going to wish you Merry Christmas.'
When no response was received, she put the present on his table.
'Um… Bye, Ron.'
And that'll break my heart
So I won't even start
I won't even start
When he was sure she had left, he took the present and threw it in the fire.
I wish you luck
And I wish it true
Ron looked up at Hermione. 'Uhh… 'Mione?'
'Yes, Ron?'
She turned to him, and he looked away.
'Uhh… good luck with your NEWTS.'
'Um… thanks?'
He immediately returned to his milkshake and her to chatting with Harry.
That's the best I can
do for you
He wanted to say so much more.
But, of course, he didn't.
Cuz you'll probably find love
In someone new
He looked out the window for the third time that week, to a sight that hurt his eyes.
Hermione, kissing Draco Malfoy, right outside his house.
I have to let go
Yeah it's hard to do
He grimaced, then took the last photo, the one of him and her smiling and laughing together and threw it into the fire.
He wanted to Obliviate himself.
He didn't have the guts to, though.
He didn't know if he actually wanted to forget Hermione.
So if I run into you with your arm by his side
Just know it'll cut me like a knife
Fortescue's.
A happy couple sit in one of the booths. The male, a blonde, orders a strawberry milkshake, and the lady, a brunette, giggles and orders the same.
When the order arrives, the girl takes out a camera and hands it to the waiter who brought the drinks. The couple take their straws and place them into the others' drink.
'Can you take a picture, please?' The two pose, and the waiter hands back the camera with the new picture.
The couple smile and giggle over it. They don't notice their waiter has mysteriously disappeared.
So if I ever see you on the street
I'll pretend that I didn't see
With the Polyjuice worn out, it was all he could do to stop himself from crying.
And turn my face
No use in small talk anyways
When he saw them walk out of Fortescue's holding hands, he turned away, not wishing to show his face.
Because if I look into your eyes
Then I'll have to say goodbye
He smiled a slow and twisted smile. He knew that if he ever saw her again, he would have to leave, and let go.
He loved her too much to do that.
And that'll break my heart
So I won't even start
I won't even start
Lucky for him, he never did.
He died the day afterwards.
The obituary said he died of kidney failure.
Everyone else knew he died of a broken heart.
Ahem ahem.
So, what do you think?
If you think it's terrible, tell me anyway.
*BLOOP*
FlickerFyre out.