AN- Wow! It's only been what? Three or four days? Well here I am again to give you yet another story to read. This is a songfic, but it is way different then the other ones I've done. This one is a story Where Hermione tells her father that she is engaged to be married to Ron. He doesn't think that Ron is suitable for Hermione, they have a fight, and Hermione leaves the house. This story will go until the day of her wedding, where there are apologies and then the wedding and reception. I will then probably do a sequel of Hermione and Ron Weasley's life as a married couple, including chaos (evil smirk) and then in the midst of that, I will take over the world (muahahaha!) Bow down to Princess Loonykins, the world's ruler for eternity, first law, I shall never die! (Muahahahaha!)
Anyway,
Disclaimer: What is a disclaimer anyway? I mean you're dissing the claimer? I don't want to diss J.K. Rowling! So I will just admit to the fact that I do not own Harry Potter …
Ok, on with the show! – I mean… story!
O Mio Babbino Caro
Chapter 1
"Daddy I love him! "The young woman yelled, tears staining her face.
"He's not suitable for you Hermione!" Her father hollered back, red in the face.
"That's what you think but you are wrong" she screamed.
She then ran out the door, slamming it behind her...
O mio babbino caro, Babbo, pietà, pietà!
mi piace è Bello, Bello;
vo'andare in Porta Rossa
a comperar l'anello!
Sì, sì, ci voglio andare!
E se l'amassi indarno,
andrei sul Ponte Vecchio,
ma per buttarmi in Arno!
Mi struggo e mi tormento!
O Dio, vorrei morir!
Babbo, pietà, pietà!
Hermione sat at the desk in Ginny's room. She had run to the Burrow, being the only place that she could think to go to. Mrs. Weasley amiedeatly let her feel welcome, being her daughter- in- law to-be, and gave her Ginny's room to sleep in.
She had a piece of parchment and a quill to write with in front of her. Now all she had to do was figure out what she was going to write, she knew that after that fight, her father would probably refuse to talk to her ever again, but writing a letter explaining her to him might make it slightly better.
She played with the ring that Ron gave her, with its slender white gold band and seven tiny diamonds, each one representing one of their adventure filled years at Hogwarts. She sighed and looked back at the blank piece of parchment sadly. Why couldn't her father be happy for her?
She looked at her ring again, thinking about when he proposed to her. How he had looked so cute and innocent as he got down on one knee in front of the whole Weasley family and asked he to marry him. How Molly had burst into tears of joy when she said yes to him. How happy she knew she'd be as Mrs. Ron Weasley. But then her thoughts went back on her father. Would he ever forgive her for doing what he thought was a mistake? She really didn't know, but she hoped he would.
O mio babbino caro, Babbo, pietà, pietà!
mi piace è Bello, Bello;
vo'andare in Porta Rossa
a comperar l'anello!
Sì, sì, ci voglio andare!
E se l'amassi indarno,
andrei sul Ponte Vecchio,
ma per buttarmi in Arno!
Mi struggo e mi tormento!
O Dio, vorrei morir!
Babbo, pietà, pietà!
Hermione had finally figured out what she wanted to write in the letter. The letter was almost done when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in" said Hermione letting Ron know that he could come in.
"Hey" he said before gently pulling her to him so they could share a soft kiss. They split for breath so she could quickly say "Hey" back and started to kiss again, a lot more passionately. (AN – get a room… Oh, you already have one? Carry on)
They split again, and stared lovingly into each others eyes. Ron then started to speak in a dreamy voice; the kind of tone that would make Luna seems normal, if that was possible.
"Mum says it's time for dinner and-"Ron cut himself off as he saw the letter Hermione was writing on the desk. He looked at her curiously, as if to ask if he could read. She nodded, looking at the floor in embarrassment. He took the letter off the desk, and went over to the bed and sat down. He started to read, the letter over. As he read, the color from his face slowly paled. He then got up and gingerly placed the letter back on the desk. He looked over at Hermione, who was silently crying. He walked over to her, and cupped her face in his hands. He wiped away her tears, and then kissed her so romantically that if Lavender Brown saw this scene, she would've stomped off in rage. They kept this up until they heard the screeches of Mrs.Weasley saying to hurry down stairs for dinner. Hand in hand, they left the room, the letter totally ignored.
After dinner had ended, Hermione came back up to her room and plopped onto the bed. Her tired eyes lay on the letter she started earlier. She decided that it was best just to get some rest and finish it up the next day. That way, she could send it in the afternoon with Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl, and probably get a reply by early evening.
With that thought now stored in her mind, she dragged her tired feet to the wardrobe, got her nightgown on, and then came back to the bed, falling into a deep sleep before you could say Hogwarts.
AN- eh- I don't know, felt short to me, but then again in writing it was five pages long. I don't know, so tell me what you think! I live on reviews that is when they are good. I other day I found I got a review for "For You I Will" saying that they thought that it was a little too short. Well let me tell you something- songfics aren't long epic tales. They are supposed to be short. I bet that that reviewer doesn't even write on this site. They probably like just came on the site because they were bored and decided, I'm going to break some writers very fragile hearts by insulting their stories when I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to writing stories. Does this person not realize that I worked hard on that? I am known for trying to be an over achiever, especially with my stories. Some actually loved my stories so much; they put me on their favorites, which was an extreme honor since I've only been on this site writing for 6 or 7 months.
Anyway, this is to show how impressive I can be. I can have an idea and less than five minutes later have the main point down in my notepad and ready to write. Anyway, review if you read the story! You see that bluish button, and I know you want to push it, so push it you moron and review!
