A/N: This is a songfic, to "I write sins not tragedies" by Panic! At the Disco. It's my first songfic, and not very good I don't think. But reviews are cool. Flames are used to roast weenies and marshmallows for smores. I felt I needed to write something, since I've been in writers block for a few days.
I Write Sins, Not Tragedies...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I promise.
Oh,
well imagine
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I
can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging
of words
Ron paced back and forth in front of the pews, waiting for his own wedding to begin. He was finally marrying Hermione Granger, love of his life, and best friend for years. He was nervous to say the least, and he stopped pacing in front of one of the bridesmaids when he heard her speak to the person next to her in a hushed tone.
"What
a beautiful wedding
What a beautiful wedding," says a
bridesmaid to a waiter
"And, yes, but what a shame
What a
shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."
He looked up at the bridesmaid. It was Lavender Brown. He cocked an eyebrow at her, and she nodded her head to a door that was off to the side of the alter. He walked over, and noticed the door was open. Poking his head in, he couldn't believe what he saw.
"Hermione? George!"
His own brother, and his bride to be, snogging against the wall. Ron felt his ears get red. He narrowed his eyes at them...
I
chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a
goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of
things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
"Haven't
you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's
much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of
Hermione looked up at him with a look of horror on her face. George's expression matched hers. Ron couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe this was so obvious to everyone else...well, obvious to Lavender, and he wondered who else knew about it. Probably Fred, since he knew everything his twin did. Ron mulled the situation over in his head. There were two ways for him to react to this. First being he could lose it and go bloody nutters in front of everyone. Or take the safer and calmer route. He decided on the latter, since he was honestly too angry to flip out...
Oh,
well in fact
Well I'll look at it this way
I mean, technically,
our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast
So pour the
champagne
Oh, well in fact
Well I'll look at it this
way
I mean, technically, our marriage is saved
Well this calls
for a toast
So pour the champagne, pour the champagne
Ron turned and walked out of the small room, and down between the rows of pews, and out the front door. Hermione and George were running after him. He turned around when he got outside and repeated himself...
I
chime in with a Again
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a
goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of
things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
"Haven't
you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's
much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and
rationality
His own brother. He couldn't even trust his own family, or even his best friend! He rubbed his eyes. Well, at least he saved himself the embarrassment of marrying her before finding out the truth. Bloody slag...
Again...
I
chime in
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn
door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
"Haven't
you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's
much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and
rationality
