A/N sorry it's been so long! I've written three other Aiken For Songfics
installments, here is one of them and I will upload the others later. This
one is Ron/Hermione, to "No More Sad Song."
Hermione was in her dormitory going through her trunk. She and Victor Krum were over. had been over since the middle of her fifth year. she was done with him. Throwing away the memories, getting rid of him, she didn't care anymore. He had decided to date one of the cheer leaders from the Bulgarian quidditch team instead of her, and who could blame him, the cheer leader had the body to wear tight robes and she had long blonde hair. Nothing like Hermione's bushy rat's nest of hair.
This is the way that I state my independence That I'm no longer connected to your memory This is the day that I'm making my defection That I claim back the affection that you stole from me I used to hear your music so loud But it's so low, you're just another face in the crowd I'm letting you know
Ron looked up from his potions essay. Hermione was coming through the common room carrying a large paper shopping bag that seemed to be overflowing with old scraps of parchment. As always, her face was beautiful, but today it seemed much happier and more radiant. With her hair swept into a bun, Hermione looked so elegant. And her clothes! Hermione wore a pink sweater that showed off her stick-thin figure, and hip hugger jeans, all beneath her robes. "Hi Hermione," said Ron, shighing in admiration. Hermione would never know, never know how much he loved her. she loved Krum, always Krum, how could Ron ever have admired Krum? He turned back to his potions.
No more sad song I'm letting you go now Switch off, switch on I'm letting you know You turned out the light I'm gonna be all right without Turn the radio on No more sad song
Hermione paused as she headed for the trash can to throw away all the old love letters Victor had sent her. Even with all the flowy words he threw her way, he had never looked at her the way Ron was looking at her now. And it occurred to her why Ron had never liked Victor. It was because he liked her too. Hermione smiled at her old friend, seeing him in a new light. "Hey, you," she said in return. "Just throwing out some old memories I don't need anymore. You know all those letters Victor sent to me all through fourth and fifth year." Wow. thought Hermione. his eyes are amazing, I never noticed that before.
These are the words to describe all your offenses You said love in the past tense Then you let it go Haven't you heard You are no longer respected You are formally rejected from the one you hurt I used to have the longing to hear What was in your heart But now it seems that I'm over the fear of this falling apart
Ron smiled at Hermione. "Good to hear you're finally done with him," he said. To his surprise, Hermione moved not closer to the trash cans, but closer to him. Could it possibly be? Could it be that his fellow prefect, the love of his life, was finally admitting to him that she loved him? He couldn't imagine anything more perfect. He heard Hermione drop the bag of old parchment. Some were torn in half, some were scribbled on in Hermione's own handwriting. At any rate, she didn't care anymore about it. did she?
No more sad song I'm letting you go now Switch off, switch on I'm letting you know You turned out the light I'm gonna be all right without Turn the radio on No more sad song
As Hermione leaned in to kiss the boy she never knew she always loved, a light switched on in her head. This is what it was to be happy. This was true love.
Hermione was in her dormitory going through her trunk. She and Victor Krum were over. had been over since the middle of her fifth year. she was done with him. Throwing away the memories, getting rid of him, she didn't care anymore. He had decided to date one of the cheer leaders from the Bulgarian quidditch team instead of her, and who could blame him, the cheer leader had the body to wear tight robes and she had long blonde hair. Nothing like Hermione's bushy rat's nest of hair.
This is the way that I state my independence That I'm no longer connected to your memory This is the day that I'm making my defection That I claim back the affection that you stole from me I used to hear your music so loud But it's so low, you're just another face in the crowd I'm letting you know
Ron looked up from his potions essay. Hermione was coming through the common room carrying a large paper shopping bag that seemed to be overflowing with old scraps of parchment. As always, her face was beautiful, but today it seemed much happier and more radiant. With her hair swept into a bun, Hermione looked so elegant. And her clothes! Hermione wore a pink sweater that showed off her stick-thin figure, and hip hugger jeans, all beneath her robes. "Hi Hermione," said Ron, shighing in admiration. Hermione would never know, never know how much he loved her. she loved Krum, always Krum, how could Ron ever have admired Krum? He turned back to his potions.
No more sad song I'm letting you go now Switch off, switch on I'm letting you know You turned out the light I'm gonna be all right without Turn the radio on No more sad song
Hermione paused as she headed for the trash can to throw away all the old love letters Victor had sent her. Even with all the flowy words he threw her way, he had never looked at her the way Ron was looking at her now. And it occurred to her why Ron had never liked Victor. It was because he liked her too. Hermione smiled at her old friend, seeing him in a new light. "Hey, you," she said in return. "Just throwing out some old memories I don't need anymore. You know all those letters Victor sent to me all through fourth and fifth year." Wow. thought Hermione. his eyes are amazing, I never noticed that before.
These are the words to describe all your offenses You said love in the past tense Then you let it go Haven't you heard You are no longer respected You are formally rejected from the one you hurt I used to have the longing to hear What was in your heart But now it seems that I'm over the fear of this falling apart
Ron smiled at Hermione. "Good to hear you're finally done with him," he said. To his surprise, Hermione moved not closer to the trash cans, but closer to him. Could it possibly be? Could it be that his fellow prefect, the love of his life, was finally admitting to him that she loved him? He couldn't imagine anything more perfect. He heard Hermione drop the bag of old parchment. Some were torn in half, some were scribbled on in Hermione's own handwriting. At any rate, she didn't care anymore about it. did she?
No more sad song I'm letting you go now Switch off, switch on I'm letting you know You turned out the light I'm gonna be all right without Turn the radio on No more sad song
As Hermione leaned in to kiss the boy she never knew she always loved, a light switched on in her head. This is what it was to be happy. This was true love.