I do not own anything of course
Hermione and Ron were sitting in their living room by the fire. Their silence was comfortable, Hermione was of course reading a thick book and Ron was looking over papers for work. Hermione sighed and stretched, "I'm going to bed." She turned and went upstairs.
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
Harry was waiting for her on her bed, "Hermione, we can't keep doing this, in his house. He's my best mate."
Hermione sighed, "I miss how it used to be."
"Me too." Harry walked over to her taking her in his arms. He kissed her on the forehead before Apparating away.
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
"Harry please I just want to see you!" Hermione was banging on his front door, but he refused to answer.
"Hermione I told you. We have to end this, I can't keep hurting Ron."
Tears were streaming down Hermione's face, "Just… open the door." She stepped back before adding weakly, "Please."
Harry opened the door and as soon as their eyes met they found themselves in a warm familiar embrace. Harry lead her inside and slammed the door shut.
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
Ron was standing in Harry's living room in shock, "What… What's going on here?"
"Ron! It's not… it's not what it looks like." Hermione stammered, pushing Harry off of her.
"Not what it looks like? Not what it looks like! Hermione his hand was… I don't even--" Ron sputtered.
"Maybe you should leave Mate… calm down a bit." Harry stood and gave Ron a dark look.
"Hermione…. Why?" Ron whispered.
"He loves me." She answered weakly.
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
"Ron I don't want to talk about it anymore okay?" Hermione was trying to pack her things.
"Don't go like this Hermione, we can work things out!" Ron grabbed her arm in an attempt to get her to stop packing.
"Ronald Weasley if you cherish you're life you will let go." She meant that in more ways than one.
"Fine… it doesn't matter anymore." He turned and stormed off into another part of the house.
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
Hermione stood on Harry's porch again, she held up her bags, "Can I stay here?" She asked weakly, the exhaustion on her face was heartbreaking.
Harry hugged her, "Forever."
A/N yes i know i do a lot of songfics but i can't help it, sometimes when i listen to the song i picture it in my head and then it pretty much writes itself. haha. the song is She Will Be Loved (obviously) by Maroon5 please R/R
