Stop the World
Part One
"Students! You are nearing the end of your 7th and final year at Hogwarts. I ask of you one thing: keep in touch with your friends." It seemed like just yesterday that Dumbledore had said this to all the 7th years. Harry, Ron and Hermione graduated 3 years ago. Harry was training to become an Auror. Hermione just couldn't decide. She wanted to be a doctor, a teacher and every other magical profession out there. Ron just didn't know what he wanted to with his life. Hermione was sitting on her new couch, in her new flat, reading her new book. Someone knocked at the door.
"Coming," she said distractedly as she struggled to put her book down. She walked to the door. "Oh, hi Harry. Whatcha doing here?"
"I just wanted to stop by and say hi. I'm on my way to my very first hands on experience on being an Auror."
"That's neat! Have you heard from Ron?" Ron was in Ireland visiting his cousins.
"No...but I think that's just because he's having fun with his girlfriend."
"Oh...yeah...that's right. What's her name again?" a feeling Hermione had never felt before swept over her.
"Umm...I think her name's Edwina. That's right. I haven't met her officially, but Ron seems happy enough."
"Yeah...so," Hermione seemed to want to change the subject...quickly. "What are the Aurors in training supposed to do today?"
"Well, I think we're learning how to fend off some evil creatures on Wednesday. But Monday and Tuesday are just creating simple spells against each other...maybe on Wednesday we'll meet up with some Blast-Ended Screwts! Do you remember the trouble those things gave us?"
"What? Oh...yeah! Remember when it bit Crabbe? That was really funny!"
"Herm...are you ok...it never bit Crabbe. They just made that up for Rita Skeeter's article...don't you remember?"
"Sorry! I guess half my brain was still on my book...it's really good! You should read it."
"Well, I better be going...are you sure you're all right, Hermione?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired is all. Bye Harry!" Hermione came up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Bye, Herm. Get some rest, ok?"
"Yeah, yeah. Love you." Harry turned and left. Hermione sat back down on her new couch, in her new flat, and attempted to read her new book. But she couldn't. Her mind was otherwise occupied. The very first tear in a very long time slid down her cheek, and went down her nose, and landed on her book. More followed, until she got up and splashed water on her face and got into the shower. She got out her shower, her towel tied around herself. She heard her fireplace burst to life. She walked over to it. She saw Ron and, she guessed, Edwina, step out of the fireplace. Hermione ran to get her wand. She changed into her clothes. "Hi, Ron! I've missed you so much!"
"Hi Herm!" Hermione ran over and kissed his cheek and hugged him hard. She turned to greet Edwina. Edwina, on the other hand, didn't look so pleased to be in her boyfriend's best (GIRL) friend's home. She stared coldly down at Hermione. "Hello, I'm Hermione. Nice to meet you. Ron's said so much about you," she said politely.
"Yes. Same here. But Ron, you know in Ireland," (Edwina spoke with a strong Irish accent.) "We only kiss our boyfriends or our husbands. We do not kiss our friends. It is considered outlandish."
"Well, Edwina, in OUR culture, it is consider friendly between good friends. As you may have realized, you are no longer in Ireland," Hermione tried to sound friendly, but failed miserably.
"Well then!" Ron looked anxious. "We better get going, right Edwina?"
"Yes, Pumpkin. I'll light the fire. You're too stupid to do it anyway, darling."
"Er-yes. I know. That's why you do it for me, Honey," Ron didn't look too pleased with this statement. "Bye, Hermi. We're going back to Ireland to visit her family. I love you. Don't forget you can always come to me...if you EVER find yourself with too much work on your hands..." Note the sarcasm flowing from his ears. "Well, I love you and I'll see you." He went to hug her and kiss her on the cheek, but stopped 2 inches away from her face. He pulled away and looked at her apologetically.
"Bye, Ron. I'll send Zelda to you." Zelda was Hermione owl.
"Yeah, well. See you."
"Yeah. See you around."
"Ron, come one. We must go. Now!" said Edwina. They stepped into the fireplace, Ron glancing at Hermione just as he left.
"I hate her," Hermione said to herself. She went to her Muggle collection of stuff in the corner. She had a bunch of CD's and a CD player. Her favorite band was the American Goo Goo Dolls. When her and Ron were going about 5 months ago, he was so interested in this Muggle machine. He put on their CD, Superstar Carwash. For some reason, the player skipped to the song, Stop the World. Hermione put that on, remembering when his arms were tightly around her waist, gently moving her around the room. He had whispered the chorus to her just as he left that day...
You need someone to hold you
You need something that you ain't been getting
Yeah, I could be the one
To tell you what to do, but it don't mean nothing
And you're holding on forever
But that something just ain't true
I'm just like you
And I know
It's what I'd do
Here I go
Cause I could stop the world, 'cause I loved you
I could stop the world, and I don't want to
I could stop the world, and I won't
Cause it ain't enough
You had another bad day
You let me know that you just can't take it
I've given up on you
You live in truth and I know I can't fake it
Cause the stars you see are on a dirty sidewalk
And they ain't for wishing ooh
They don't come true
And I know, it's what I'd do
Here I go
Cause I could stop the world, 'cause I loved you
I could stop the world, and I don't want to
I could stop the world, and I won't
Cause it ain't enough
I'm not too young for the world
I'm not too young for the world
"How could we breakup?" she asked herself. She flung herself on the couch. She cried herself to sleep. When she woke up, she found Harry sitting on the couch next to her, stroking her hair.
"Hey, Herm. I let myself in. Ya wanna tell me what's up?"
"Maybe...I met Edwina."
"Is she nice?"
"Exactly the opposite of nice. I don't know what Ron sees in her. Ron went to kiss me, and she said in HER culture, they only kiss their husbands and boyfriends. Not friends. What's her problem?"
"I don't know...I would've liked to have met her."
"Oh no you wouldn't have. She's not very nice. She called Ron stupid...and he took it!"
"Come on, Hermi. What's really bothering you...I can see it in your eyes. Tell me...I know something's bothering you..."
"Oh, I don't know! I just don't know what's wrong with me! When you mentioned Ron and his new Girlfriend, it made me feel, well, jealous. I hate myself for it!"
"Hermione...do you still love Ron?"
"Oh, I don't know...I wish we were back together...then I'd really be able to tell."
"You still love him. Tell him. I'll bet he still loves you."
"You think so, Harry?"
"He was devastated when you two broke up. I remember. Plus, I don't think he's too serious with this Edwina person." Just then, two people apparated into the living room. It was Ron and Edwina. Edwina had a smile from ear to ear. By now, Hermione was tired of these two visiting. It was nearly nine at night.
"Oh, look! Ron proposed to me just now!" Harry looked at Hermione's eyes, which watered up quickly. She hid her face from view.
"Hey, Ron. We've got to go," Harry said. "I'm taking Hermione to the doctor's. She's not looking too good." Right on time, Hermione ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. She wasn't faking it.
"Well, maybe I should go too," Ron said worriedly.
"No, you better be with, Edwina, is it? Yes, good. Nice to meet you."
"See, Ron! That's why you don't kiss friends."
"Excuse me. Apparently you are in the wrong country. Why don't you haul yourself back to Ireland where you belong," Harry said threatingly. He looked at Ron, but Ron looked away. "Ron, I'm going to the doctor's with Hermione." He walked to the bathroom and knocked. Slowly the door opened. Hermione emerged looking sickly. Harry escorted a pale Hermione to her wand, and they disapparated.
"Ron? She better not be in the wedding. I don't want someone that sick being that close to me," Edwina said coldly.
"Edwina, she's my best friend. She'll be in the wedding." Ron had a glazed look on his face.
"Oh no she isn't. Not if you want to marry me."
"Ok." Ron seemed to have caved under her glare. Meanwhile, at the "doctors," Harry was buying Hermione an ice cream in an attempt to cheer her up.
"Come on, Herm. Eat. It's ice cream...num num," Harry was trying to coax her by waving the spoon of ice cream in her face.
"He's getting married to her! I'll never be able to talk to him without that bimbo hovering over us...I hate her!"
"Ok, Hermione, if it makes you feel any better...if you can't get him to love you before the wedding...and I don't find anyone, I'll marry you. I promise."
"That's it!"
"What? Us getting hitched?"
"No, I'll get him back before the wedding! Yeah! I can do it, right Harry?"
"Oh no."
"Oh no what?"
"I gave you the idea..."
"I know! And I LOVE you for it!" she grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips.
"Now I'm wondering why I didn't go out with you!"
"You know what I mean by that! Now, I want some of that ice cream," as she said this, the color came back into her cheeks.
"But, Hermione, I mean it. If you can't get him back, I'll marry you. Is it a deal?"
"Deal...ok, well, I'm going to go back to my flat. Oh, and Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you...for caring about me."
"No problem." She was gone. When Hermione got home, he put on the very latest Goo Goo Dolls CD, wondering why she liked this type of music so much. She also wondered why the song called Hate This Place reminded her of Harry. By now it was ten and Hermione was tired. She walked into her bedroom, undressed in less than a minute, and in bed with Crookshanks on top of her. She fell into a blissful sleep. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep when her alarm went off. She turned it off, got out of bed, showered, and got dressed. She was going to go to Diagon Alley to get some new robes since she hadn't been wearing them since she graduated. She apparated there, and when she got there, she saw Harry walking through a crowd with his fellow Aurors in training. He waved to her and pointed to a deserted part of the Alley. They were going to the edge where they were going to practice stuff, Hermione guessed. She walked into Madam Malkim's and got some robes, shopped around, and finally left about 2 hours later. When she got home, she put her purse and her new robes on the counter and went automatically to put her music on. She didn't know why, but now she couldn't live without music. She had to be singing to a song or always listening to something. She hung her new robes up on her hangers in her closet. She sat down to read a book, when somebody apparated into her house. It was Harry. He was really pale, and it looked as if he didn't apparate himself. Somebody had done it for him. He was out cold.
"Harry? Harry! Wake up! It's Hermione! What happened?" she asked frantically.
"Hermione?" he said groggily. "Dementors...we had to take them on for training today...do you have any chocolate?"
"Yeah...hold on." She pointed to her refrigerator and said, "Accio Chocolate!" out flew a pound of chocolate.
"I think somebody apparated me here...do you know who it was? I don't remember...I think that I blacked out early on...I can't believe it...I already knew how to protect myself...why couldn't I do it? Yet again, I was the only one who blacked out! Why does this happen to me? They probably think that I'm weak now..."
"Well, you will be if you don't eat this chocolate...eat up..."
"Yes Madam Pomfrey...hey, you know what? Just because I passed out, I get the rest of the day off...do you want to do something today...I mean...after I eat my chocolate, of course."
"Well, actually, I'm going to prepare to steal Ron...I'm sorry, Harry." Harry replied looking a little hurt, but that might have been because he was still pale.
"Ok...you sure? Because you don't have to steal me away from anything but Auror training...I'm right here..."
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Disclaimer...I own nothing...all I own are my ideas. The songs Stop the World and Hate This Place belong to the ::sighs:: Goo Goo Dolls. Harry Ron and Hermione belong to the talented J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: DIDJA HEAR? They found Harry Ron and Hermione for the movie! Hermione's cute, Harry looks like a Harry, and Ron...well...they could've done better. Go to www.Harrypotter.com
Harry's Gurl
Part One
"Students! You are nearing the end of your 7th and final year at Hogwarts. I ask of you one thing: keep in touch with your friends." It seemed like just yesterday that Dumbledore had said this to all the 7th years. Harry, Ron and Hermione graduated 3 years ago. Harry was training to become an Auror. Hermione just couldn't decide. She wanted to be a doctor, a teacher and every other magical profession out there. Ron just didn't know what he wanted to with his life. Hermione was sitting on her new couch, in her new flat, reading her new book. Someone knocked at the door.
"Coming," she said distractedly as she struggled to put her book down. She walked to the door. "Oh, hi Harry. Whatcha doing here?"
"I just wanted to stop by and say hi. I'm on my way to my very first hands on experience on being an Auror."
"That's neat! Have you heard from Ron?" Ron was in Ireland visiting his cousins.
"No...but I think that's just because he's having fun with his girlfriend."
"Oh...yeah...that's right. What's her name again?" a feeling Hermione had never felt before swept over her.
"Umm...I think her name's Edwina. That's right. I haven't met her officially, but Ron seems happy enough."
"Yeah...so," Hermione seemed to want to change the subject...quickly. "What are the Aurors in training supposed to do today?"
"Well, I think we're learning how to fend off some evil creatures on Wednesday. But Monday and Tuesday are just creating simple spells against each other...maybe on Wednesday we'll meet up with some Blast-Ended Screwts! Do you remember the trouble those things gave us?"
"What? Oh...yeah! Remember when it bit Crabbe? That was really funny!"
"Herm...are you ok...it never bit Crabbe. They just made that up for Rita Skeeter's article...don't you remember?"
"Sorry! I guess half my brain was still on my book...it's really good! You should read it."
"Well, I better be going...are you sure you're all right, Hermione?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired is all. Bye Harry!" Hermione came up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Bye, Herm. Get some rest, ok?"
"Yeah, yeah. Love you." Harry turned and left. Hermione sat back down on her new couch, in her new flat, and attempted to read her new book. But she couldn't. Her mind was otherwise occupied. The very first tear in a very long time slid down her cheek, and went down her nose, and landed on her book. More followed, until she got up and splashed water on her face and got into the shower. She got out her shower, her towel tied around herself. She heard her fireplace burst to life. She walked over to it. She saw Ron and, she guessed, Edwina, step out of the fireplace. Hermione ran to get her wand. She changed into her clothes. "Hi, Ron! I've missed you so much!"
"Hi Herm!" Hermione ran over and kissed his cheek and hugged him hard. She turned to greet Edwina. Edwina, on the other hand, didn't look so pleased to be in her boyfriend's best (GIRL) friend's home. She stared coldly down at Hermione. "Hello, I'm Hermione. Nice to meet you. Ron's said so much about you," she said politely.
"Yes. Same here. But Ron, you know in Ireland," (Edwina spoke with a strong Irish accent.) "We only kiss our boyfriends or our husbands. We do not kiss our friends. It is considered outlandish."
"Well, Edwina, in OUR culture, it is consider friendly between good friends. As you may have realized, you are no longer in Ireland," Hermione tried to sound friendly, but failed miserably.
"Well then!" Ron looked anxious. "We better get going, right Edwina?"
"Yes, Pumpkin. I'll light the fire. You're too stupid to do it anyway, darling."
"Er-yes. I know. That's why you do it for me, Honey," Ron didn't look too pleased with this statement. "Bye, Hermi. We're going back to Ireland to visit her family. I love you. Don't forget you can always come to me...if you EVER find yourself with too much work on your hands..." Note the sarcasm flowing from his ears. "Well, I love you and I'll see you." He went to hug her and kiss her on the cheek, but stopped 2 inches away from her face. He pulled away and looked at her apologetically.
"Bye, Ron. I'll send Zelda to you." Zelda was Hermione owl.
"Yeah, well. See you."
"Yeah. See you around."
"Ron, come one. We must go. Now!" said Edwina. They stepped into the fireplace, Ron glancing at Hermione just as he left.
"I hate her," Hermione said to herself. She went to her Muggle collection of stuff in the corner. She had a bunch of CD's and a CD player. Her favorite band was the American Goo Goo Dolls. When her and Ron were going about 5 months ago, he was so interested in this Muggle machine. He put on their CD, Superstar Carwash. For some reason, the player skipped to the song, Stop the World. Hermione put that on, remembering when his arms were tightly around her waist, gently moving her around the room. He had whispered the chorus to her just as he left that day...
You need someone to hold you
You need something that you ain't been getting
Yeah, I could be the one
To tell you what to do, but it don't mean nothing
And you're holding on forever
But that something just ain't true
I'm just like you
And I know
It's what I'd do
Here I go
Cause I could stop the world, 'cause I loved you
I could stop the world, and I don't want to
I could stop the world, and I won't
Cause it ain't enough
You had another bad day
You let me know that you just can't take it
I've given up on you
You live in truth and I know I can't fake it
Cause the stars you see are on a dirty sidewalk
And they ain't for wishing ooh
They don't come true
And I know, it's what I'd do
Here I go
Cause I could stop the world, 'cause I loved you
I could stop the world, and I don't want to
I could stop the world, and I won't
Cause it ain't enough
I'm not too young for the world
I'm not too young for the world
"How could we breakup?" she asked herself. She flung herself on the couch. She cried herself to sleep. When she woke up, she found Harry sitting on the couch next to her, stroking her hair.
"Hey, Herm. I let myself in. Ya wanna tell me what's up?"
"Maybe...I met Edwina."
"Is she nice?"
"Exactly the opposite of nice. I don't know what Ron sees in her. Ron went to kiss me, and she said in HER culture, they only kiss their husbands and boyfriends. Not friends. What's her problem?"
"I don't know...I would've liked to have met her."
"Oh no you wouldn't have. She's not very nice. She called Ron stupid...and he took it!"
"Come on, Hermi. What's really bothering you...I can see it in your eyes. Tell me...I know something's bothering you..."
"Oh, I don't know! I just don't know what's wrong with me! When you mentioned Ron and his new Girlfriend, it made me feel, well, jealous. I hate myself for it!"
"Hermione...do you still love Ron?"
"Oh, I don't know...I wish we were back together...then I'd really be able to tell."
"You still love him. Tell him. I'll bet he still loves you."
"You think so, Harry?"
"He was devastated when you two broke up. I remember. Plus, I don't think he's too serious with this Edwina person." Just then, two people apparated into the living room. It was Ron and Edwina. Edwina had a smile from ear to ear. By now, Hermione was tired of these two visiting. It was nearly nine at night.
"Oh, look! Ron proposed to me just now!" Harry looked at Hermione's eyes, which watered up quickly. She hid her face from view.
"Hey, Ron. We've got to go," Harry said. "I'm taking Hermione to the doctor's. She's not looking too good." Right on time, Hermione ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. She wasn't faking it.
"Well, maybe I should go too," Ron said worriedly.
"No, you better be with, Edwina, is it? Yes, good. Nice to meet you."
"See, Ron! That's why you don't kiss friends."
"Excuse me. Apparently you are in the wrong country. Why don't you haul yourself back to Ireland where you belong," Harry said threatingly. He looked at Ron, but Ron looked away. "Ron, I'm going to the doctor's with Hermione." He walked to the bathroom and knocked. Slowly the door opened. Hermione emerged looking sickly. Harry escorted a pale Hermione to her wand, and they disapparated.
"Ron? She better not be in the wedding. I don't want someone that sick being that close to me," Edwina said coldly.
"Edwina, she's my best friend. She'll be in the wedding." Ron had a glazed look on his face.
"Oh no she isn't. Not if you want to marry me."
"Ok." Ron seemed to have caved under her glare. Meanwhile, at the "doctors," Harry was buying Hermione an ice cream in an attempt to cheer her up.
"Come on, Herm. Eat. It's ice cream...num num," Harry was trying to coax her by waving the spoon of ice cream in her face.
"He's getting married to her! I'll never be able to talk to him without that bimbo hovering over us...I hate her!"
"Ok, Hermione, if it makes you feel any better...if you can't get him to love you before the wedding...and I don't find anyone, I'll marry you. I promise."
"That's it!"
"What? Us getting hitched?"
"No, I'll get him back before the wedding! Yeah! I can do it, right Harry?"
"Oh no."
"Oh no what?"
"I gave you the idea..."
"I know! And I LOVE you for it!" she grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips.
"Now I'm wondering why I didn't go out with you!"
"You know what I mean by that! Now, I want some of that ice cream," as she said this, the color came back into her cheeks.
"But, Hermione, I mean it. If you can't get him back, I'll marry you. Is it a deal?"
"Deal...ok, well, I'm going to go back to my flat. Oh, and Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you...for caring about me."
"No problem." She was gone. When Hermione got home, he put on the very latest Goo Goo Dolls CD, wondering why she liked this type of music so much. She also wondered why the song called Hate This Place reminded her of Harry. By now it was ten and Hermione was tired. She walked into her bedroom, undressed in less than a minute, and in bed with Crookshanks on top of her. She fell into a blissful sleep. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep when her alarm went off. She turned it off, got out of bed, showered, and got dressed. She was going to go to Diagon Alley to get some new robes since she hadn't been wearing them since she graduated. She apparated there, and when she got there, she saw Harry walking through a crowd with his fellow Aurors in training. He waved to her and pointed to a deserted part of the Alley. They were going to the edge where they were going to practice stuff, Hermione guessed. She walked into Madam Malkim's and got some robes, shopped around, and finally left about 2 hours later. When she got home, she put her purse and her new robes on the counter and went automatically to put her music on. She didn't know why, but now she couldn't live without music. She had to be singing to a song or always listening to something. She hung her new robes up on her hangers in her closet. She sat down to read a book, when somebody apparated into her house. It was Harry. He was really pale, and it looked as if he didn't apparate himself. Somebody had done it for him. He was out cold.
"Harry? Harry! Wake up! It's Hermione! What happened?" she asked frantically.
"Hermione?" he said groggily. "Dementors...we had to take them on for training today...do you have any chocolate?"
"Yeah...hold on." She pointed to her refrigerator and said, "Accio Chocolate!" out flew a pound of chocolate.
"I think somebody apparated me here...do you know who it was? I don't remember...I think that I blacked out early on...I can't believe it...I already knew how to protect myself...why couldn't I do it? Yet again, I was the only one who blacked out! Why does this happen to me? They probably think that I'm weak now..."
"Well, you will be if you don't eat this chocolate...eat up..."
"Yes Madam Pomfrey...hey, you know what? Just because I passed out, I get the rest of the day off...do you want to do something today...I mean...after I eat my chocolate, of course."
"Well, actually, I'm going to prepare to steal Ron...I'm sorry, Harry." Harry replied looking a little hurt, but that might have been because he was still pale.
"Ok...you sure? Because you don't have to steal me away from anything but Auror training...I'm right here..."
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Disclaimer...I own nothing...all I own are my ideas. The songs Stop the World and Hate This Place belong to the ::sighs:: Goo Goo Dolls. Harry Ron and Hermione belong to the talented J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: DIDJA HEAR? They found Harry Ron and Hermione for the movie! Hermione's cute, Harry looks like a Harry, and Ron...well...they could've done better. Go to www.Harrypotter.com
Harry's Gurl