Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Harry Potter Series, They belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bro. and other assorted people and corporations. The first song, "You Were Meant for Me" is Jewel's.
A/N: this version of "You Were Meant for Me" is from the CD Pieces of You, her lyrics for this song differ depending on the version.
I hear the clock, it's six a.m.
I feel so far from where I've been
I got my eggs and my pancakes too
I got my maple syrup, everything but you
Hermione woke up to the "BEEP, BEEP, BEEP" of her alarm. She hit the off switch on the clock, then sat up and stretched out her arms.
She pulled herself out of bed, slowly, and went to the kitchen. She cracked two eggs perfectly over the frying pan, and started whipping a bowl of pancake batter as she watched the eggs. It made her sad, cooking breakfast for one. Ron would have thought it a waste. Hermione remembered what Ron had said the first time she had ever cooked for him, "Merlin, Hermione, Where did you learn to cook?" With two dentists for parents, if she wanted something that tasted good, and wasn't just good for her teeth, she made it.
I break the yolks, and make a smiley face
I kinda like it in my brand new place
Wipe the spots off of the mirror
Don't leave the keys in the door
Never put wet towels on the floor anymore 'cause
Dreams last so long
even after you're gone
I know that you love me
And soon you will see
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you
Hermione put her eggs on a plate and flipped her pancakes over. She poked a prong of her fork into the yoke and drew the lopsided grin she was missing so much.
She finished breakfast and cleaned up her mess. Hermione surveyed her new kitchen, it was neat and clean, just like her.
Hermione brushed her teeth, and then began to lay a towel down on the floor to pick up the puddles of water that Ron always left when he got out of the shower.
She laughed when she caught herself, a sad 'stupid me' laugh; She didn't live with Ron anymore. Merlin, she missed him. Everything about him: how he looked in his
orange Chudley Cannons boxers, the way he could maker her laugh, how her heart still skipped a beat when he kissed her. Why did she have to love him so much?
I called my momma, she was out for a walk
Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn't wanna talk
So I picked up a paper, it was more bad news
More hearts being broken or people being used
Hermione called her parent's house. She felt so alone, even Crookshanks had disappeared.
"Hello, you have reached the Granger residence…" Hermione hung up, her mom wasn't home.
She made herself a cup of coffee, and picked up the London Times. The announcements page had as many divorces in it as engagements. She put the muggle paper down, and picked up the latest edition of the Daily Prophet, the headline read "Rubeus Hagrid appointed ministry liaison for Giants." It had a large picture of Hagrid with one arm around his giantess mother, and the other around the minister of magic. Hagrid were a huge grin and would periodically wave at you. Hermione was amused, but not surprised when she glanced at the photographers name: Colin Creevey.
But not even Hagrid's new position could keep Hermione's attention. Her mind kept roaming back to Ron.
Put on my coat in the pouring rain
I saw a movie it just wasn't the same
'Cause it was happy or I was sad
And it made me miss you oh so bad
'Cause dreams last so long
Even after you're gone
I know you that love me
And soon you will see
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you
Hermione looked out the window; the sky was gray and looked how she felt. She pulled on a jacket, and went for a walk. Half an hour later she found herself in front of a movie theater. She bought a ticket and found a seat. It wasn't the same without him;no hand to hold during the sad parts, No arm around her shoulders, no one to look at and burst out into silent laughter with when they said something only a witch or wizard would find humorous. And at the end, when the hero finally gets the heroine, there was no Ron to turn and steal a kiss from.
Hermione went into a stall in the ladies room and apparated home.
And I go about my business, I'm doin' fine
Besides, what would I say if I had you on the line
Same old story, not much to say
Hearts are broken, everyday
The house felt cold and empty when she got home. She conjured up one of her trademark blue ball flames and set it in the fireplace. She filled Crookshanks bowl and picked up her well-worn copy of Hogwarts, a History. Ron and Harry had given it to her after she broke the record for most N.E.W.T.'s received by a student at Hogwarts. They had written an inscription on the inside cover:
To Hermione, our know-it-all best friend.
Love from,
Ron and Harry
Hermione sat down in the recliner, with her legs over one arm and opened the book to the inside cover. She started to trace the words Love from Ron with her finger absentmindedly as she stared into the fire. She tried to think of what she'd say if she was speaking to him through it.
She really didn't know what she'd say: she had gotten up, gone to work, come home, fed the cat and gone back to sleep since he'd left. But she wasn't really living, she was just existing.
I brush my teeth I put the cap back on
I know you hate it when I leave the light on
I pick a book up. And then I turn the sheets down.
And then I take a deep breath and a good look around
Put on my pj's and hop into bed
I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead
I..I try and tell myself it'll all be all right
I just shouldn't think anymore tonight
'Cause dreams last so long
Even after you're gone
And I know you that love me
And soon you will see
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you
Yeah, You were meant for me
And I was meant for you
Hermione went to the bathroom and started her bedtime routine, she brushed her teeth; growing up with two dentists as parents Hermione would probably brush her teeth two times a day, without fail in a coma. She went to switch the bathroom light off, and remembered one of Ron's pet peeves: it always bugged him when she left lights on in the house. He had a ritual of turning them all off with a single word to his wand before coming to bed…if he wasn't preoccupied. She left the switch on, childishly hoping that it would draw him to her, if only to turn off that light.
She picked her copy of The Magic of Numbers off of her bed, she had bought it thinking that the complicated arithmancy equations could keep her occupied for a while, and set it on the bedside table. She sighed deeply and glanced around; the room was solely hers. It was colored with a mix of ivory and violet, and had the soft smell of vanilla. Not one splash of orange to show a Chudley Cannons T-shirt. Not a hint of cinnamon and cloves was in the room to say that Ron was there: no hint because he was not.
Hermione took off her jeans and shirt, and slipped on an oversized T-shirt that she slept in. She sunk slowly into bed, wanting nothing more than to shut off her brain. When she finally fell asleep an hour later Hermione had three hours of peace, caused by pure emotional exhaustion. Then the dreams started.
A/N: Ok, time for the traditional Begging for Reviews: Any other writer knows that these are the things that keep us happy, healthy, writing, and sane. I would really appreciate constructive criticism, I am a beginner at this, and would love help. The simplest "cool, keep writing" helps. Please feel free to mention grammar and spelling mistakes. Thank you for reading!
~Athene