A/N So apparently the only things I am able to write lately are songfics, considering I had an idea for another one the second I finished with this one. But all in all, I hope you enjoy this, and I thank all who read my last story Stay because I had a blast writing that one as well. I hope you enjoy this!
Suppose I called you up tonight
And told you that I loved you
Hermione stared at the quill in her hand. Why was life so hard? Her mother had always told her that life wasn't fair, but she didn't imagine it would be like this. She had given up the one thing that made her feel complete; her better half. Fred Weasley.
It's not that she wanted adventure, per say, nor did she feel trapped. She didn't have a reason, really. The only real conclusion she could come up with for her irreparable mistake was that he was too perfect. They were to perfect. Not perfect in the sense that they agreed upon everything, of course, or got along one hundred percent of the time, but in a way where she always knew she was loved, and no matter what she did, that fact would never change.
Well, except for now of course, Hermione really couldn't be sure.
And it's killing me to be so far away
Would you tell me that you loved me too?
Would we cry together?
Or would you simply laugh at me and say,
She had moved more that one hundred miles away from their old flat. Not that she didn't stroll, or take a muggle taxi by less then a few times a week. Of course she always made sure she was home. She couldn't risk seeing him again; she knew she would have made a fool of herself.
I told you so
Oh, I told you so
If she ever did see him again, she new he had every right to scoff at how pathetic her life had become, after all, she had broken his heart. She had been told by Ginny that he had barely left his house to go to work for the first few weeks they had been apart.
However, she was now happy that he had gotten over her. She hadn't meant to hurt him that much. Although she was glad, it killed her to think that he no longer loved her, and that she had severed her ties to the beloved Weasley family. How would she ever face them again?
I told you someday you'd come crawlin' back and askin' me to take you in
I told you so
But you had to go
He had begged her not to go. She hadn't meant him to see her leave, but he had arrived home two hours early, to take her to dinner, flowers in hand.
He didn't fully understand at first, and looked at her quizzically, as she pulled her heavy duffel-bag over her shoulder.
"You going somewhere?" He laughed. He thought it'd been a joke.
Tears sprang unwarranted to her eyes as she remembered his voice echoing as she slammed the wooden door against its frame, her heels pounding against the concrete steps.
Now I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again
She'd heard of her. That girl. The one whom he was supposedly head over heals for. She wasn't completely out of the loop; she was a golden subscriber of the Daily Prophet, afterall. She had been simply skipping over the gossip section, and there she was, Amanda Jacobson. Amanda, god, Hermione loathed the name. It was so snobbish, pretty, girly. So Un-Hermione. That's what irked her the most. She would have taken some satisfaction in his dating a brunette bookworm, with not an eyelash curler to her name.
Then again, why would he want another her, when the one he originally had she had already broken his heart?
Suppose I got down on my knees and told you I was yours forever
She constantly imagined what it would be like if she begged for his forgiveness. She often imagined herself collapsing to her knees, pleading incessantly. Either that or she'd pass out on the floor from the sheer excitement from seeing his face again.
Would you get down on yours too and take my hand?
Would we get that old time feeling
Would we laugh and talk for hours
The way we did when our love first began
Oh, god. What she would do to make things as they were before. Waking up every morning next to the man you adored, coffee waiting by your lamp table. Oh what a fool she had been! There's no other man in the world like Fred Weasley. He was the complete package, a wonderful, loving person. He even came with the family she felt like she had been already apart of.
Now she had lost it all.
Would you tell me that you missed me too?
And that you've been so lonely
Or would you say the tables finally turned
She owned her own bookshop now. The Owly Reader. There really wasn't anything else that Hermione could see herself doing anymore, considering books were the only way to rid herself of the shamble of the life she now lived. It was quite small, but every inch seemed to be filled with books. Old books, new books, big books, little books, you name it, Hermione probably had it.
It was modestly run, as you could probably find Hermione at the cash register, pouring over a new tome that had just arrived, a mug of tea not out of reach.
She loved working too. Any new customer that came in was bombarded with friendliness, and she was always willing to reccomend or critique something for anyone. She wasn't discriminatory either, she didn't have a favorite genre or author. She loved all written words.
The store had been quite up and coming actually, with local newspapers, much smaller than the Daily Prophet however, doing frequent stories about the unique selection Hermione had hosted in her shop. Hermione had been grateful for this amount of gratitude from the neighborhood, that is until, she showed up.
It was on a normal Wednesday morning when Hermione heard the familiar chime of her shop door opening, when Amanda Jacobson waltzed through the door.
Hermione thought she was too flawless, as she daintily picked up an old paperback mystery and began to skim through it.
"May I help you?" Hermione asked, business was business after all.
"Oh, why yes! Thank you. I was just looking for a book for my boyfriend, something not very well known, or he would have gotten it for himself naturally. He's been really into mysteries, however I can't seem to find an not well known author to introduce him to!"
Hermione felt her heart stop beating. Mysteries? Fred Weasly didn't like mysteries. Or atleast, she thought he hadn't. All he had ever read in front of her muggle classics. A bit of an odd practice really, but Hermione had never been able to get him to read anything else, but she had gotten him to read a completely separate genre? Hermione lover of all things written couldn't do that, but she could?
Hermione felt silly for being angry over something so little, it was just a book for Merlin's sake, but Hermione couldn't let it go.
Perhaps he was better off without her.
I told you so
Oh, I told you so
I told you someday you'd come crawlin' back and asking me to take you in
I told you so
But you had to go
Now I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two agaiAn
A/N Now I have an Idea for an extended ending, but I want to hear what you guys think. If you feel that this story needs a better ending, or needs to stay the way it is let me know.
Oh, and keep in mind that the extended ending will probably be pretty bad, considering it would take a lot of dialougue which I have found out I'm horrible at writing with my other account. =)