Okay... Posted fic #2 for me. Review and let me know if you like it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and related characters belong to J. K. Rowling; I don't own them. The song, The Thunder Rolls, is by Garth Brooks, and guess what? I don't own that either.
Thunder Rolls: Garth Brooks
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Ron Weasley stepped harder on the accelerator, hoping to get back home sooner. He hoped Hermione was asleep by now. She had almost caught him a few times. He had a sneaking suspicion that she knew; He was out a lot. Hermione was truly one of the brightest witches of the age; surely she would catch on sooner or later. But Ron couldn't help it. Hermione wouldn't come party with him; Not that he knew that for a fact, of course. He'd never asked her. Maybe that was a good thing. Ron sometimes felt that he deserved better than Hermione. He knew he shouldn't, but he did, even if he felt guilty about it afterwards. He sighed as he pulled up to a stop sign. Yes, Hermione had convinced him to live in a muggle neighborhood. He had enjoyed it for a while, actually. Now, he didn't enjoy much of anything. Except drinking and Lisa. Lisa was the girl that he had met at a bar a few months ago. He went to see her a lot... I bet you can imagine what they did all those nights Hermione was home alone.
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Hermione Granger-Weasley was not stupid. Although at times, she wished she were. Through things she gathered, such as Ron's recent attitude and things the neighbors had told her, she believed that he was having some sort of affair. Thinking about it, she didn't know whether to be angry or to cry. She thought that Ron and her would be the perfect couple, forever. They had only been married for two years, both of them being 23 now. Hermione kept pacing. She was surprised that there wasn't a groove worn in the floor there from all the nights she stayed up worrying about him. Most nights, she would sit up until he pulled into the driveway and sneak quietly to bed, so he wouldn't think she didn't trust him. As a matter of fact, she was beginning to wonder if she really did trust him or not. This was the latest he'd been out in a long time. She decided to stay up, fearing he had had a wreck during the storm or something.
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
Time passed by. Ron had given up on the idea of hurrying home; Hermione didn't mean that much to him, anyway. She never wanted to do anything with him anymore. Their social lives (as well as their sex lives) had almost completely faded away. They didn't hang out with other couples much--Not since Harry married Ginny and moved to America and all their old school friends had grown apart. Hermione had tried to make this marriage work; she hadn't had much cooperation from him with that. Hermione stares out the window, closing her eyes and reflecting on her failing marriage. She wanted so badly for this to work. She began picturing Ron and some other woman... The blood boils in her veins. Her eyes shot open at the sound of crunching gravel in the driveway. All of her angry thoughts are temporarily forgotten at the sight of her safe husband.
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Hermione raced out the front door. The secret is no more. The smell of her perfume invades Hermione's nostrils cruelly. All that Hermione had dreaded finally turned into reality. Ron was having an affair, she could tell by the look in his eyes.
Ron wasn't sure how to react. He knew that she knew, but what to do about it, he didn't know. Should he apologize or should he just tell her it was over and leave again?
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
The rain hid Hermione's tears as she stared at her husband in disbelief. It was true. Her emotions got the better of her...
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been
"He won't do this again." She says to herself in the mirror. Hermione had worried too much, wasted so much on this person who she used to love. Ronald Weasley finally lit her fuse. And he would surely pay.