On Summers Breeze
AN: This was never intended to be autobiographical but it has seemingly turned out that way, my ex-fiancé and I are on and off in physical relationship at the moment. We are getting better and working towards a strictly platonic relationship, and every time we try to talk about our former relationship or the state of things now we both end up arguing or crying. And we came to the agreement that if things happen between us we should think nothing of it.
And reading over this fic I noticed similarities and scary parallels in the situations. Well please read and review, it was originally going to be HG/SS but I just couldn't bring myself to write that pairing without it being major, major cliché. It is Hr/RW and is a song fic, I may make it into a real fic later on if enough people like the idea. Based on the song 'I'm just a little girl' by Amy Studt a British artist back in 2001.
I do not own Hermione Granger or Ron Weasley as they are trademarks of JKR and WB(grrr)
Hermione Granger was ultimately fed up with the situation that she constantly found herself in, for one thing her muggle friends kept trying to set her up with the next door neighbour Simon who Hermione had grown up with. But she refused flatly and when her friends prodded her she would lash out saying that her love life was no one else's business. The man she was in love with would never look twice at her, she felt hurt and betrayed by an emotion she felt was wrong. Not for the first time that summer did Hermione sit up in her room and cry, her heart splitting further more as she thought about him more and more.
'Hermione,' Mrs Granger called 'dinner is ready, Sarah says she will eat your share if your not down here pronto,'
Hermione groaned, pushing herself of her bed she made her way down the stairs to the small kitchen area at the back of the house where her mum and Sarah were sat at the table and her dad was at the stove leaning over a large cooking pot.
'Is everything alright dear?' Mrs Granger asked, as Mr Granger began dishing out the pasta at the table
'Everything's fine,'
'No it isn't,' Sarah said pointedly 'I heard you crying again, crying over that Krum guy again are we. I'd never let a guy dump me, especially if he was older, I'd make sure I got in there first,'
'I didn't ask for your opinion sis,' Hermione snapped 'and I wasn't crying, nor am I upset about Viktor,'
'Sarah, stop bugging your sister,' Mrs Granger said sternly 'whatever it is my love, it will sort itself out, trust me.'
Hermione wished she shared her mothers sentiments.
I'm just a little girl
Sometimes I feel your not listening,
Sometimes I feel you don't understand,
That I think I got the answer
Already know what your gonna say
Hermione spent the next afternoon in London's Oxford Road and she followed it on to a trip to Leicester Square where she had lunch and watched the many tourists flock by, all buying tickets for the theatre shows and it was difficult to spot the natural born Londoner in such a crowd of tourists and young film fans staring up at the Odeon in wonder. She sipped her coffee, Starbucks was her favourite place and she hugged the mug tighter as she watched aimlessly at the many people wandering past the window.
Her thoughts drifted to him. She couldn't help it. But he would never think about her, she was positive.
Cos I'm just a little girl you see
But theres a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be
Ron Weasley was bored, he had exhausted his wand to the point of no return with the amount of spells he had practiced for charms and Ginny was out with her friends in Diagon Alley and Fred and George had moved into their premises and were always busy. Ron never thought he would miss being with all his brothers, when they had all been together it was rare to find peace and quiet but now that's all their was, peace and quiet. Deciding that there was little to do around the Burrow he decided on a trip into muggle London, he knew his parents would hit he roof if they found out that he had gone out into the muggle world alone but Ron felt competent, how hard could it be.
Hermione finished her coffee and looking at her watch realised she would have to meet her mother in Debenhams at 4 for tea with her grandmother Dora. Hermione walked briskly through Leicester square and down to the tube where she would catch the train and get off two stops down. But there was some sort of a hold up at the turn stiles.
'Sir I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying. What are muggles?'
'Look, I'm not used to this, how do I use this?'
The station attendant (AN: Station attendants actually checking tickets! Whatever next) looked strangely at Ron and said again
'What, you don't know how to use a ticket?'
'Yes, all I want to do is get on the….on the….thingymajg,'
'Are you foreign?' the attendant asked shrewdly, Hermione pushed her way to the front of the que and smiled at a very surprised Ron.
'There you are! I wondered where you got to, sorry Sir, my brother is on day release from the hospital. He has a terrible memory,' Hermione explained hurriedly and grabbing Ron by the arm she pulled him away from the chattering crowd. The flow of people traffic in and out of the ticket barriers returned to normal and Hermione pulled Ron over by the steps leading up to the square.
'What are you doing here?' Hermione asked 'you never paid attention in muggle studies what are you doing out here on your own?'
'I was bored,'
'Ron Weasley, you do not just wonder out into muggle London because you are bored. Why didn't you write to me, I could've helped you around a bit,'
'I assumed,' Ron replied huffily 'that now you and Viktor are engaged that you would be spending copious amounts of time in Bulgaria,'
Hermione looked astonished and merely replied
'You don't read the Prophet ever do you?'
'I'm not gonna answer that,' Ron mumbled in reply
'Viktor and I were over nearly 2 months ago,'
'Well you didn't tell me, we've been friends for nearly 10 years and another thing, you turned 21 last year and did I hear from you? Not a single thing. You forgot about me and I forgot about you,' Ron said pointedly Hermione couldn't believe even at 21 years old Ron Weasley was still as infuriating as ever. It was true they had not spoken since Hermione and Viktor had began dating again at the end of their seventh year. Harry had kept in contact best he could but was often too busy to talk to anyone other than his personal assistants at the ministry these days. Hermione stared at Ron and replied
'Look the reason I didn't talk to you for so long is that-' Hermione paused 'Viktor wanted me, he didn't want me to talk to you,'
'For merlins sake Herm you expect me to believe that. Look lets get out of here and up onto ground level,' Ron said. They wandered back up to Leicester square, the blinking summer sunlight shining in their eyes.
'Ron, I couldn't talk to you, because I,' the words were caught in Hermione's throat and she walked briskly through the square and towards Debenhams. Ron found it hard to keep up with her.
'You never understood how I felt about you, you never listened!' Hermione said angrily 'even now, you're not listening,'
You say im just a little girl how can I compare,
What do I know what have I got to share but there's nothing in this world, nothing in this world that can hold me down
Can you hear me don't you understand,
That I wanna be myself, I wanna be the girl, I wanna be the one you can rely on
All I wish you could see all there is of me, how I long to be, that you take me for who I am
Ron was confused; he had had no contact from Hermione since she had moved to Bulgaria with Viktor and assumed she no longer wanted to know him. Thinking about it however Ron realised Hermione had never been the kind of person to just cut contact willingly, she had always been protective of both he and Harry at Hogwarts.
'Hermione look I didn't expect to meet you today, is there anything you want to say to me?'
'If you really want to know then yes there is something I want to say to you,' Hermione said, turning a corner sharply and on up the high street towards Debenhams.
'Hermione,' Ron probed
'I liked you, that's why I couldn't speak to you. Are you happy now?' Hermione half shouted her hair all over the place
'Hermione calm down.' Ron implored, taking her by the arm.
'I can't calm down; I've spent all summer crying over a man who never once thought about me in any other way than friend. And as for Viktor, well that made things worse. You could've contacted me; did it ever occur to you that I would reply if you contacted me?' Hermione said angrily, struggling free from Rons grip. 'I thought I was over you, but I'm clearly not,'
'I'm just a girl, asking a boy to like me,' Hermione said, 'that's all,'
'But you're Hermione, you're my best friend,' Ron said, as they made there way through Debenhams department store, and it hadn't yet occurred to Ron to ask where she was going.
'I'm also a girl….I mean a woman, Ron,' Hermione argued
'By the way, where are we going?'
'I am meeting my grandmother and mum,' Hermione replied
'But-'
Hermione rushed up the escalators, her shoulder bag swinging with her ponytail falling apart. Ron was confused by the escalator and remained at the bottom.
'Huh?' Ron said, casing a queue of people behind him yet again. Hermione looked behind her and shouted
'Ron, move onto the step, get out of the way Ron,' and Hermione disappeared up the escalator. Ron stepped on the escalator and stood still, not believing or trusting in muggle escalators as he had done since his sixth year when he had fallen down one in Euston station. Hermione was waiting at the top
'Ron, I am going to have to leave you, the last thing I want is my mum and gran meeting you,'
'Charming,' Ron said
'No, look if I bring you along my mum will think she is seeing things and my gran will start on about me never being able to hold a man down.'
'Herm, your 21, not 41,' Ron replied 'I'll come along and I promise I won't say anything, we haven't spoken for nearly 3 years I think we need to catch up,' Hermione pondered this and was coming to the conclusion that fate was ultimately cruel, the man she had been crying over all summer was now physically here, asking her to spend time with him and she had a prior engagement.
'Well, you can come, but please let me talk. And then we can go to a little place down the road that I know, it's a coffee book shop thing and we will, or rather you let me do the talking and for once Ron Weasley you will listen to me,' Hermione explained, she then set eyes upon her mum and Grandmother sat at a table at the sushi counter. Mrs Granger was pushing her mothers arm away as Ms Trent tried to fix her daughters already perfect hair.
'Mother,' Ivy Granger said 'my hair is fine,'
'You could've married anyone, you could've married a real doctor-'
'My, my husband is a dentist, he is a real doctor and so am I.' Ivy said impatiently and then clasped eyes on Hermione, she mouthed to her daughter and rolling her eyes 'Mothers!'
Ivy then noticed that as Hermione came closer she had with her a man Ivy never thought she would see again, Ron Weasley.
AN: I will end it here for now. I will add the next chapter tonight. I hope you like. I want peoples opinion on it before I finish this story or add the final chapter. There will be 3 chapters.
Cos I'm just a little girl you see
But theres a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be
Sometimes I feel
Your not listening
Sometimes I feel you don't understand
Cos I'm just a little girl you see
But theres a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be