Mirror, Mirror
Mirror mirror
Lie to me
Show me what I wanna see
Mirror, mirror
Lie to me
Why don't I like the girl I see?
The one that's standing right of front of me?
Why don't I think before I speak?
I should have listened to that voice inside me
Ron was sick of arguing with Hermione, and she was fed up of the continuous fights. Just tonight, they'd had a fight. And, they'd gone way too far. Way too far.
I must be stupid, must be crazy, must be out of my mind
To say the kind of things I said last night
They loved each other, sure. That much had been clear since their 2nd year. Hermione hated herself for calling Ron what she had: "You sickening wizard that thinks everyone should feel sorry for you because you have six siblings!"
Ron had turned red at the ears.
Mirror, mirror
Hanging on the wall
You don't have to tell me
Who's the biggest fool of all
He'd shot back with something equally hurtful: "You're just a bossy little brat who thinks that she knows everything! I hate you!"
"I hate you too!"
Hermione shook her head as she was sitting on her bed. She looked at herself in the mirror hanging on the blank wall in front of her. Why on earth had she been so stupid? Hermione absolutely hated herself for it.
Mirror, mirror
I wish you could lie to me
And bring my baby back
Bring my baby back to me
She should just tell him that she apoligized? No, that would mean that she was giving in. Hermione didn't want to be the first to give in. Never. Ron had to cave in first. It was a let's-see-who's-weaker contest. It just finished off the argument.
(Mirror, mirror. Lie to me. Show me what I wanna see.
Mirror, mirror. Lie to me.)
Why did I let you walk away?
When all I had to do was say
"I'm sorry"?
I let my pride get in the way
She was so stubborn and stupid. Hermione's heart ached as soon as he'd walked out of the common room. Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Fred & George Weasley, and Harry had all stayed to watch the fight.
When Ron had walked away, Fred said, "Well, that was final."
"Uh…."
"No comment."
"Yuck."
"Hermi, are you alright?"
"That sucked."
"Wow."
Hermione ignored their comments, all except two: "Well, that was final," and "That sucked."
They were both true. She wished that they weren't. Oh, how Hermione wished that she hadn't said what she'd said. Why couldn't she just admit that she loved Ron and that she was wrong (for once)?
And you knew that moment*
I was to blame
I must be stupid, must be crazy, must be out of my mind
Now in the cold light of the day
I realize
She sat sobbing on her bed, not even noticing the three girls standing before her.
Parvati, Lavender, and Ginny stared at her in apprehension.
"When is she ever gonna get out of that room?"whispered Ginny.
"Probably when class starts again," replied Lavender in a quiet voice.
"Nah, that's tomorrow. For once, she'll miss a class. This is very, er, drastic for her. She's never been through a fight like this. If I were in a fight like theirs…" Parvati trailed off.
"I wouldn't be able to get out of bed for weeks," said Ginny in awe. "I don't know how she's being able to walk around!"
Mirror, mirror
Hanging on the wall
You don't have to tell me
Who's the biggest fool of all
Mirror, mirror
I wish you could
Lie to me
And bring my baby back
Bring my baby back to me
Oh, she missed him. It was like having a constant headache with him gone. No one understood why she wouldn't come out.
Professor McGonagall visited her twice, saying that she understood why she wasn't at her classes, and that she knew exactly how she felt. Professor McGonagall was "cooler" than most people thought.
Lots of other people visited her,and showed their sympathy, but not Ron. Even if she were in the hospital wing, Ron wouldn't come to visit her.
If only wishes could be dreams
And all my dreams could come true
There would be two of us
Standing here in front of you
If you could show me
That someone
That I used to be
When they were together, she was herself. Sure they'd broken up eight times over the past four months, but this was serious. Ron is never coming back, she told herself. Maybe if he sees you like this he will. But even in her head it sounded stupid. She'd have to give in. So what if Hermione lost the battle? She'd be with him again.
Bring my baby back
Bring my baby back
To me
Mirror mirror
Hanging on the wall
You don't have to tell me
Who's the biggest fool of all
Mirror, mirror
I wish you could lie to me
And bring my baby back
Bring my baby back
To me
"Ron?" she asked him, in the common room.
"What do you want?" he asked evilly.
She pretended not to hear him.
"Ron, I love you. Please come back. Please," she said.
"Oh, Hermione, I've been waiting for you to say that for days," he cried and ran across the room and swooped her up and kissed her. She smiled. 'I've never felt better.' She thought. 'Never better.'
Mirror, mirror
I wish you could lie to me
And bring my baby back
Bring my baby back
To me
(Mirror mirror, lie to me. show me what I wanna see. Mirror mirror.
Lie to me.)
She smiled. Oh, yes. This was a much better arrangment.
~*~
Finish
A/N: It's horrible, and short, but I decided to do a Ron/ Hermione story because not everyone is a Harry/Hermione shipper, thought I don't know why…….
Anyway, I kinda thought it was cute. Tell me whatcha think.
If you're reading this, then I got lucky.
I think songfics are my favorite things to write.
DISCLAIMER: "Mirror, Mirror" belongs to M2M off of their CD "Shades of Purple," which I don't have. HP and Co belong to J.K. Rowling.
*I didn't know the song lyric to this part, so I kinda made it up.