AN: This will be a series of angsty, yet fluffy songfics revolving around the world of Ron and Hermione, as well as bits and pieces of Harry and Ginny. Enjoy.

Screaming Infidelities

"Ron, there just is no 'us' anymore, don't you get it?" Hermione yelled at me. I couldn't stand to have her mad at me, I really couldn't. Of course, I didn't really help situations by yelling back.

"No, Hermione," I spat back at her, "There never was an 'us', and there never will be. This was all one stupid mistake." I thought that she looked hurt for a second, but then I remembered that she's as tough as nails. Hermione doesn't get hurt easily.

"Well, as long as we agree," she said then, in a low voice. "Fine."

"Fine."

She stomped off, then, leaving me to wonder about things. Served her right, if you ask me. She was the one who started it. All since this stupid Christmas Ball was announced. I mean, we were in sixth year, don't you think we were a little old for balls? Well, Hermione just assumed that we'd be going together. Of course, I couldn't really blame her for that. I had given her that impression with the little, inconsequential, on-and-off fling, if you could even call it that, that we'd been having for a year or two.

Things were never over with Hermione, though. She would always be there to take me back after I messed up, and I really liked making up with her…especially in broom closets (much against her will, by the way. Ron, if anyone finds out, we'll be expelled…oh, we really shouldn't…)

Of course, Hermione and I may have not had the world's best relationship. All in all, it was probably the world's most dysfunctional relationship, but neither of us minded. Well, I didn't mind. I'm sure that she did at some time. Having someone to randomly snog was the fun of it all, I think. But then there were times when we would just sit in the Astronomy tower and talk until all hours of the morning. We would walk around the lake. We would …do stuff that a normal boyfriend and girlfriend did. So maybe Hermione was right in assuming that we'd be going together, and I just happened to overreact. I never overreact, though; it's so very out of character for me.

But what does it matter? I thought. It's only Hermione. I walked up to the boys' dormitory, still thinking about how I would smile at Hermione in that innocent way that always made her laugh, and convince her to go to the Christmas Ball with me, and to be my girlfriend again.

I lay down on my bed, smiling about my plan for tomorrow, when Harry walked in.

"What are you so happy about? You and Hermione just broke up again," he said.

"Harry, we break up all the time. And we always get back together," I said, confidently.

Harry looked at me skeptically this time. "She looked pretty upset, though," he said, plopping onto his own bed.

I shrugged. "It'll be fine.

*

I woke up the next morning, ready to make things right with Hermione, as usual. Just a good morning kiss, an apologetic smile, and bang! Everything's back to normal. I got dressed, and walked down to the Great Hall. Harry had already left, hoping to ask Cho to the Christmas Ball with him (He had sworn off girls for a while after he and Parvati suffered a rather nasty breakup. I told him it wouldn't last).

There was a space between him and Hermione, which was my usual seat. Hermione saw me coming, and moved over to where Ginny was sitting. What was that about? I went over, and knelt in front of her chair in a very playful way; something that I hoped that she would find funny.

"Dearest Hermione, wilt thou forgivest me and do me the honour of accompanying me to thy ball?" I said.

She looked at me, deep and hard, and it looked as if she had tears in her eyes for just a second before she said, "No."

"N-no?" I asked her.

"No, Ron," she repeated, fumbling around in her rucksack. "Here," she said, handing me a rumpled piece of parchment before walking out of the Great Hall.

Dear Ron,

I'm not really sure how to do this. The truth is, I don't want to break up with you. But Ron, it really is over. I'm sorry.

I'm tired of being passed over Ron. I'm tired of you taking me for granted. I told you, whenever we used to fight, that one of these days, you were going to wake up and I wouldn't be there. Well, Ron, I'm not here anymore. I'll not have you take me for granted anymore.

It's over Ron. For good.

Love you always and forever,

Hermione

I shook my head at the letter. No. There was no way that Hermione was…leaving me for good. I wouldn't believe it. Then, all these emotions came flooding in. I did take her for granted. She was so much more than what I treated her; she was wonderful. I didn't ever tell her that did I? This was my entire fault. All she wanted to do was go to the ball, why did I have to make such a big deal out of it?

I felt sick.

I went back up to the dormitory, refusing to go to classes that day. I slept, all day. When I woke up, Gryffindor house seemed to be done its' school day. I walked downstairs, to talk to Hermione. My eyes were all red and bloodshot, from sleep, and I'll admit it, crying. I had cried over Hermione, yes. It seemed as if the one stable thing in my life (all right, maybe not so stable) had just left me. The one thing that truly made me feel not so…Weasley-ish.

I walked around the full common room, expecting to see Hermione at her usual table. But she wasn't there. She was sitting on a couch with Lee Jordan, talking about…something. Then I noticed that she was laughing, and his hand was on her knee.

Not cool.

But she didn't seem to mind, did she? No, she was twirling his hair in her fingers, smiling and laughed. The Hermione that I knew never did that. This would not be good.

"Get your ruddy hands off of her," I said to Lee. Hermione looked at me, appalled.

"What are you doing, Ron?" she hissed.

"Saving you," I replied.

"Ron, I'm not yours to save."

I couldn't take it, then. I went back up to my room, fuming mad. I climbed into bed, trying to go back to sleep when it struck me. She was trying to make me jealous. It was definitely working.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

I'm missing your bed

I never sleep

Avoiding the spots

Where we'd have to speak

And this bottled-up beast

Is taking me home.

I'm cuddling close

To blankets and sheets

But you're not alone

And you're not discreet

You make sure I know

Who's taking you home.

I'm reading your note

Over again

And there's not a word

That I comprehend,

Except when you signed it

'I will love you always and forever'

The next day was torture. I couldn't be around Hermione without having the worst feelings of jealousy, love, and longing. Longing most of all, I think, for so many things that I never realized were there. Like the way that she would twirl this one piece of hair in her fingers when she was nervous, or purse her lips when she was concentrating really hard. I miss the way that she would laugh at my corny jokes.

It was so hard not talking to her. Harry wasn't much of a consolation; he was with Cho almost every waking moment now. Hermione was kind of an unspoken issue between the two of us, anyway. He didn't like the image of his two best friends together. He was just beginning to get used to it, too.

I wonder how Hermione is…you know with the breakup thing, I thought. Surely, if she's taking it like I am, she's got to realize that being in love is much better than hating. But of course, she's realized that. She's practically dating Lee now. I just wish I had a girlfriend. I just wish that girlfriend was you.

Well, as for now, I'm gonna hear the saddest songs,

And sit alone and wonder

How you're making out.

And as for me, I wish that I was anywhere,

With anyone,

Making out.

I'm missing your laugh

How did it break?

And when did your eyes

Begin to look fake?

I hope you're as happy as you're pretending.

I really couldn't stand it anymore. I went back up to bed, skipping classes this day as well. I just couldn't look at her. She was so…beautiful. I can't believe that I just let her go. She was perfect, and I didn't recognize it.

I'm cuddling close

To blankets and sheets.

I am alone

In my defeat.

I wish I knew you were safely at home.

I'm missing your bed.

I never sleep,

Avoiding the spots

Where we'd have to speak

And this bottled-up beast is taking me home.

I missed her eyes. They were a deep chocolate brown, flecked with honey and gold inside. Her smile was beautiful, too. I loved how light-hearted it was, even with all the stress of the world on her shoulders. I loved how she would crinkle her nose when she was really starting to get annoyed with me, a little signal telling me to shut up. I miss the way she would swat me on the arm, thinking that it would hurt me, when really it didn't. I missed the way I would have to pretend it hurt. I missed the way her hand fit perfectly in mine. I missed her remarkable intelligence (although there was no way I would ever tell her that).

Well as for now,

I'm gonna hear the saddest songs,

And sit alone and wonder

How you're making out.

And as for me,

I wish that I was anywhere,

With anyone,

Making out.

I missed her poufy hair, believe it or not. I missed the way it would always spill over her shoulders, when she was thinking. I miss the way I could run my hands through it while I was kissing her. I miss the way I could get lost in it.

Your hair is everywhere,

Screaming infidelities,

And taking its' wear.

I wondered if I would ever have a second chance at love- a second chance at the love that I missed.