Come Round Soon
Written by SaritaLissie13Ginevra
Based on the song "Come Round Soon" by Sara Bareilles
My name is Hermione Granger.
I'm sitting in the pub, The Three Broomsticks, and I could really use another cigarette. I relay this request to my friend Ronald Weasley and, in response to his questioning gaze, assure him that I am not addicted. Taking the cigarette Ron hands me, I shakily stand and walk out of the pub to smoke it, realizing that I've had one too many drinks tonight. You might be wondering why I am like this as this is totally out of character for me. At a pub with Ron, smoking and drinking. I'm drowning my sorrows. I miss him; like he was never mine. Not Ron, mind you, someone who has held my heart for so long before I so viciously snatched it back.
All the stormy words he had said, that we both said, in the heat of the moment. The words that barely had to leave our mouths to verbally injure each other. The words he whispered sounded like thunder even though he'd barely spoken. As I recall our argument from the previous day and smoke my cigarette, I look up to the heavens, noticing the dark clouds rolling in. "It looks like rain tonight," I murmur. Thank God. With the way I feel, a clear sky just wouldn't feel right.
Our whole argument was about something that, now looking back on it, seems so stupid and childish. I had gone to get some groceries, an everyday occurrence, right? When I returned to our flat, Ginny was there, with him. Kissing him. I had cleared my throat and Ginny ran blushing out of the still-open flat door, slamming it behind her. The second the door clicked closed, I dumped the groceries on the floor and exploded at him. How could he? He barely defended himself, though he did say that he was not purposefully cheating on me. I screamed, louder and louder at him, demanding that he leave, until he whispered goodbye and left me with assurances that he wouldn't come back. I fell apart the moment I lost sight of him and, to this moment, keep believing that he will come back.
I believed that he was my final match. He would cause havoc and I would endure it. I would cause havoc and he would endure it. We were always there for each other, through it all. It never took much to keep either of us satisfied. We both fed each other bullshit; lies, declarations of love and need. Towards the end I tried to turn away, to leave. But my heart, hungry for him, would not subside.
I probably seemed naïve when I cried as he left, acting like I'm one more tortured heart. Especially considering I was the one who demanded him to leave. I remember that as he left, I screamed down the hall that the metaphoric cracks in my heart weren't tearing me apart.
Breaking me from my reverie, Ron comes to ask me if I'm okay, telling me I look sad and haven't smiled all day. I let out a dry and sarcastic chuckle. Funny, my Virgo horoscope said I'd smile today… How wrong it was. Who needs that crap, anyway?
Assuring Ron that I'm fine and wishing him a good night, I apparate back to my flat, the one we used to share. Letting out a sigh, I collapse on the sofa and start crying. I miss him so much. Until I see him again, I will keep believing that he'll come back. That Harry Potter will come 'round soon.
A/N: I had originally wanted this to be a relatively cheerful story, but it soon turned into a more depressing story as you just read.
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SaritaLissie13Ginevra