The Common Room was nearly empty of the other students taking their final
exams. He was sure the girls were upstairs, as well, packing away. Sitting down
on a velvet red couch for the last time, he noticed he was wrong.
"Hullo.." Hermione muttered quietly. She seemed to be holding a handkerchief
and tears were silently dripping down her cheek. And her trademark, "Hogwarts,
A History" on her lap.
Great! I hate it when she cries.. Not that you haven't made her cry a
fair share of times, eh? Shut up! Ron argued with himself.
"Hey! Um.. Done packing?"
"Nearly. But Lavender and Parvati were using up all of the space to do a
make-up and jewellery inventory." Hermione laughed. "When I last
checked, there was a case of purple eye shadow and a green bangle missing.
You?"
"Yeah, but the dust and my allergies don't mix well."
"Hmm.."
"'Hmmm...' what?"
"Oh! I was just thinking this is the first time in ages we haven't sat
down and talked to each other. Well, you and me," she stopped. "Without
talking about Harry's... conditions or, well, fighting!" she
laughed uncertainly.
It's alright
to tell me
what you think
about me
I won't try to argue
or hold it against you
I know that you're leaving
you must have your reasons
The season is calling
your pictures are
falling down
"Oh, yeah, I-I guess so." Ron trailed off.
"Yup."
"S-so, you just think all we do is fight?" he asked, taking a chance
on, you guessed it- a fight!
Hermione's smile quickly turned back into a frown, getting up, she ran up the
stairs. Leaving her book in the seat.
Ron knew it would've been a bad move, but he picked up the book.
"Why does she love this thing so much?" he asked himself aloud.
Opening it up, a piece of paper fell out. "Huh?"
' G-reat! I've gotten in another bloody (Did Hermione just cuss?) fight
with Ron. The stupid git, I just hate him sometimes. I wish someone would
remind me why I love him so much. (W-WHAT?) This is stupid, he
is stupid! I think he should be able to see by now...'
Ron dropped the paper and disappeared up the boy's staircase.
The steps that
I retrace
the sad look
on your face
the timing
and structure
did you hear
he ____ her?
A day late
a buck short
I'm writing
the report
On losing
and failing
when I move
I'm flailing now
The next day, Harry, Hermione and himself walked on the Hogwarts Express and
had a pleasant time back. That was the best thing about he and Hermione's fights;
they were easily kept away from Harry, and forgotten.
The hours, days, weeks, months, and years flew by and he still had kept touch
with Harry, and Hermione. But in all of the thousands of letters, and meetings,
he had never told her about the paper. Besides, it wasn't his business to be
going through her book. Ah, so many memories with that book....
And it's happened once again
I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
Sees through the master plan
Ron had settled himself a nice job as a Reserve Keeper on the Chudley Cannons
and worked part time at Gringotts. Harry, although, had gotten First Order of
Merlin and was top Auror the Ministry had. But, of course, give it to the one
whom kills the bad guy. Hermione had been somewhat secretive with her life. But
Ron had finally gotten it out of her that she was a writer and living in Wales.
But everybody's gone
And I've been here for too long
To face this on my own
Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up
One morning, Ron straightened out his robes and quickly pulled a comb in his
hair. He could say in his twenty-seven years of life, he had only been this
excited twice.
Apparating into Diagon Alley, he walked slowly over to the Leaky Cauldron,
pulled open the pub's doors, and looked around... she wasn't there.
Sitting down at the table closest to the door, he waited, and waited. And for a
change of pace; waited some more.
"You want another drink, Weasley?" Tilda, the bartender asked. (She
was Tom's granddaughter)
"No." he asked, still looking out the window, and then down out his
class.
"Still waiting for Hermione, huh?" she asked, looking around, and sat
down next to him.
Hermione ran down the cobbled streets. She knew Ron would be furious, but there
was an emergency with her Editor. Stopping in the middle of the street, she
caught sight of Ron in the window, sitting with some pretty girl.
"Oh." she said shortly. Feeling not as much guilt, she decided she
might as well keep her promise. She was a woman of her word, and she walked in.
"Well, maybe she'll come soon. Don't worry." the girl caught sight of
her and walked over to the bar.
"Hermione!" Ron said, very surprised. She wasn't as tall as Ron, but
had grown a bit. Her hair rested on her shoulders, and she sat down.
"Hullo, Ron." they sat in silence for a bit, and spoke up. "Did
you hear?"
"Hear what?"
And maybe
I'll see you
at a movie
sneak preview
You'll show up
and walk by
on the arm
of that guy
And I'll smile
and you'll wave
we'll pretend / it's okay
The charade
it won't last
when he's gone I won't come back
"I'm getting married." she sounded excited, never the less nervous,
she would've thought someone would've told him... "Didn't Harry tell
you?"
"Harry?" he asked. "Harry must've left that little detail out.
So, you're marrying Harry?"
"Um...no."
A look of relief spread through Ron's face, but he still was a little shocked.
"Oh. Well, err, Congratulations."
"Thanks."
And it'll happen once again
You'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
And sees through the master plan
The wedding was in June, and it being a Granger affair, it was lovely.
Perfectly set in a courtyard, with everyone wearing an array of different
coloured robes and dresses.
At the reception, Hermione danced with her newly wed husband, and Harry with
Ginny. Leaving Ron sitting in the corner swinging his class and tapping his
foot solemnly to the music.
But everybody's gone
And you've been there for too long
To face this on your own
Well I guess this is growing up
A few years passed, and Harry was happy, Hermione seemed to be happy, and Ron,
well, wasn't.
One stormy night in October, Ron received an owl from Hermione. About to open
it, the doorbell rang, dropping the letter he went to get it. It was Hermione.
"Did you get the letter?" she asked, urgently.
"Um..Yeah, just di-"
"Good. It was stupid, and I'd take it all back, and-"
"Huh?"
"You haven't read it yet?" he nodded and she fell back on the couch.
"That's good."
"Why? W-what was it?"
"Ron, I divorced him." she said very slowly. "He's not the one I
love. I suppose I used to, but I'm not good under pressure! 'I love you
Hermione'. What the Hell am I supposed to say? I can just imagine how hard it
would be if I said 'oh, that's nice. CANT YOU SEE I DONT LOVE YOU?'" she
panted.
"Um-"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have came here. But I couldn't let the owl fly
through such rain. Well, it's raining in Wales.."
"Err.. Do you mind me asking, why did you come here? Besides the
owl?"
"I... I....
"Me too. I mean, well, I don't love me, well, I do but.."
"You're so stupid sometimes." And she kissed him, like she always
wanted to do, and he always encouraged her dreams…
Well, I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing up