Right now he's probably slow dancing
With a bleached-blond tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
Right now, he's probably buying
Her some fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Hermione took another shot of firewhiskey and sighed, Ron still wasn't home. She knew where he might be. She grabbed her coat and Apparated to the bar on the other side of town.
Right now, he's probably up behind her
With a pool stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know
She peaked in through the window; Ron was standing at the pool table. Some bimbo with a mini skirt and legs for days was holding a pool stick and laughing. He nodded and she turned, he got behind her and grabbed the pool stick, showing her how to do it. Hermione rolled her eyes; he'd never played a game of pool in his life. She turned around and saw the truck she had gotten him for his birthday. She smirked and conjured a bat.
I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up 4 wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all 4 tires
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
She started with her spare set of keys; she ran it across the door before opening it. She dug the key into the seat, carving out her name and then the words 'Liar' and 'Cheater.' When she was satisfied with that she took the bat and swung. She kept swinging until she was out of breath and couldn't lift the bat again.
Right now, she's probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably saying, "I'm drunk"
And he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky
She turned and looked back in the bar; the little trollop was up on stage singing a horrible version of Hermione's favorite song. She opened the bar door and walked straight up to Ron. "Hey." She smiled.
Ron turned bright red, "Erm… Hermione what—"
Hermione threw the keys onto the table, "Tell you're date she's off-key." She turned around and sauntered back out of the bar.
That I dug my key into the side I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
Of his pretty little souped-up 4 wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all 4 tires
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me!
No, not on me
A/N: I don't own song lyrics or characters. Also I won't be updating my other stories for a while. My computer has crashed and I lost those documents. Well I might have. My friend is coming out this weekend to see if he can fix it and maybe save my docs. If he can fix it then I should be back in business but if not it will be a bit longer before I get another computer or something. I dunno. Anyway R/R and enjoy!!