A/N:: Ok, I'd first like to thank Cismesia for being a bitchy (did I say that?) beta!! Also, Dylan and Kyle for 'war stratigizing' with me. I finally finished!!
Well, I figured this out in Spanish. This could be the prequel to 'Elaine'. Pretty cool. Most things work out all right, but I'll tweak the story line so they'll fit better.
And finally, I'm going to start posting more 'Draco's Thoughts' soon, I hope. I'll also try another humor, mainly because I'm in such a good mood. Will tell only if it happens, though!! (NO, I'm not pregnant!)
A big thanks to you guys out there, especially those who review hint, hint. I learn a lot from you guys. Here we go...
I'm lookin' at my watch
At all the time that's been stolen
When I was carrying you
It seems I've tripped and I've fallen
Ron stared at the wall. The past week had actually been one of self-discovery. Unfortunately, his sleep was laced with nightmares of past memories.
Sighing, he remembered the most recent involved Hermione. How he longed to see her again!
'If only Harry knew.' he thought. 'Too many butterbeers really fuck a man.'
Thinking lazily, he tried to reconstruct the evening he'd dreamt of. Unable, he chose sleep instead.
Don't want no one to ache
Oh to be drunk and forgetful
To get out of this unscathed
Oh to be free and inhuman
"Hermione, can you tell me about it?" Parvati was concerned. Hermione may not be pretty or popular, but she was always cool-headed. Now her hair was disheveled, her face tear-stained, her robes wrinkled.
Hermione sat with her eyes closed. "The last two weeks in August. Me and Harry have always gone to Ron's house that time. We were happy, excited, and celebrating in our own fashion. I'd smuggled in my CD player and portable speakers so we could have some music." She laughed at the memory. "We had a terrible time explaining it to Ron. Anyway, Harry went to sleep around one, and I think Ron did, too. I stayed up because this was my last night with my music. As stupid as it sounds, I hate giving it up. Ron woke around two, and we started casually flirting." She opened her eyes and turned to look at Parvati. Sighing, she continued. "He was Rico Suave then, and it all turned into, well, not so casual flirting. It was my idea to go on the roof-- his room has a balcony that's connected to a flat part of the roof, and..."
Parvati nodded. She knew the ending, as sad as it was.
Some may say I love to play
When the chance is there to take
The week was up for Ron. Dumbledore smiled as he let the red-headed boy out and Hermione greeted him with a hug. Together, they walked down the hall to see Harry. Both were silent until they were about
half-way to the infirmary. Hermione stopped, remembering what Parvati had said.
"Ron, remember August thirty-first?"
'Yeah, that was the day,' he thought. "Yeah."
"Well, when Parvati told you I was pregnant, well..."
"Me,"
Hermione nodded.
"Holy fuck." He stared at the ceiling. "You're sure?"
Again, she nodded.
"Fifteen, and I'm a daddy." He shook his head. "Does Harry know?"
She shook her head.
"Will you ever speak again?"
"Maybe," she whispered.
Ron smiled thoughtfully. "Herm, get an abortion." he slowly decided.
"What? NO! Do you know how wrong they are?" Hermione was furious.
Ron took her by the shoulders. "Listen, no one but you, me, and Parvati knows. It'd be a secret. The baby will never have existed."
Hermione wiggled out of his clutch. "God knows. My baby does exist. And her name is Mariah."
I'm moppin' up the floor
From messy recipes of romance
Hermione came running into Harry's room, taking him by surprise.
"What the..." he started to speak but was cut off by Hermione hugging and kissing him. She was clearly upset, but the intensity of her made Harry forget everything.
"You whore!" Ron breathed as he walked in the room. This caused Hermione to stop kissing Harry, but she still hugged for security. "Did you know, Harry, that your beloved hermione is..." Her grip tightened around Harry. "Pregnant. With my child." Ron's voice hung in the air like smoke. Harry was in shock. Hermione slid of the bed, feeling slightly dirty. She walked up to Ron and slapped him.
"Dick," Her eyes were once again steel. "Get the fuck out of this room, now."
Ron knew better than to mess with Hermione. He left, smirking. She turned to face Harry, who was slowly regaining his composure.
"So, when were you going to tell me?"
"After I got you in a good mood; basically now, if Ron hadn't intervened."
Harry closed his eyes. "Go. I'll call for you when I'm ready."
"B- -"
"Go."
Hermione was able to leave the room without crying. She saved the tears for her dorm and Parvati's comforting arms.
I'm packin' up the pots
Too many cooks in the kitchen
Harry reached for his Potions book on his nightstand. There had to be something in there strong enough to stop the madness. He found a summary of the Telepathos Potion: one cupful would drive a person mad. Two was enough to kill a man from all the feelings inside of him.
He quickly summoned cup and swallowed it. He was hit by everyone's thoughts, so strongly he was unable to get the second glass. In a daze, he heard fear and hatred surrounding him. Really, it was Hermione and Ron. Remembering now, he summoned the second cup and was gone.
Some may say I love to let a good thing go to waste
I let it go to waste
Ron had found him. Calling Madam Pomfrey, she got there in barely enough time to revive him and to clean from his mind any debilitating memories of the feelings. She then went to get Dumbledore and Sirius, leaving Ron alone with Harry.
"Listen," Ron started. "I wanted to apolo--"
"D'you know what he said t'me?" Harry interrupted. "My time is soon, but not yet."
"Who?" Ron was confused, and becoming frightened.
"My dad. I made me come back. He laughed and said it was the first time he'd ever made me do anything. I like him. I saw mum, too. She was really pretty, almost like that girl in my dreams."
"Who?" Ron asked again.
"Dream-girl. She had coarse brown hair and liked books. That's all I can remember, but I think..."
Harry was never quite the same again.
Let a good thing go to waste a good thing go to waste
Let a good thing go to waste a good thing go to waste
Hermione did have the baby, her little girl. Unfortunatly, due to unknown complications, she was stillborn. Only Hermione, Ron, Harry, Sirius, Parvati, and Dumbledore got to see Mariah Hanneli Granger-Weasley laid to rest. Hermione went on to graduate Hogwarts with honors, and returned later to teach Defenses Against the Dark Arts. She beat the curse held with the job and taught for many years after.
Ron was lost. He didn't become a worry-wart like Percy, nor partyers like Fred and George. He turned to drinking shortly after Hogwarts, and died at the age of thirty-two of cirrhosis of the liver. He was one of the few people present at Harry's deathbed.
Harry died young, like his 'father' said he would. No one really knew what was going on in his head after his attempted suicide. He withdrew from society, except when it came to Quidditch. In fact, he was attempting to catch a snitch during practice one day when his broom simply stopped, causing him to plummet. He was only nineteen, and starting Seeker for England, a dream that'd come true, but was shattered.
Parvati became better friends with Hermione during and after everything that's happened. She grew to become a robe and gown designer, using the label name 'Mariahwear'. One-fourth of her profits went to muggle research of SIDS, miscarriages, and stillbirths. Another fourth went to both muggle and wizard crisis pregnancy centers, helping women find alternatives to abortions. Almost all the rest of her money went to various organizations. She prided herself in being able to live on ten galleons a month. Unfortunately, someone tried to mug her for what little money she had and killed her in the process.
I'm lookin' at my watch
At all the time that's been stolen
When I was carrying you
Seems I've tripped and I've fallen
Well, I figured this out in Spanish. This could be the prequel to 'Elaine'. Pretty cool. Most things work out all right, but I'll tweak the story line so they'll fit better.
And finally, I'm going to start posting more 'Draco's Thoughts' soon, I hope. I'll also try another humor, mainly because I'm in such a good mood. Will tell only if it happens, though!! (NO, I'm not pregnant!)
A big thanks to you guys out there, especially those who review hint, hint. I learn a lot from you guys. Here we go...
I'm lookin' at my watch
At all the time that's been stolen
When I was carrying you
It seems I've tripped and I've fallen
Ron stared at the wall. The past week had actually been one of self-discovery. Unfortunately, his sleep was laced with nightmares of past memories.
Sighing, he remembered the most recent involved Hermione. How he longed to see her again!
'If only Harry knew.' he thought. 'Too many butterbeers really fuck a man.'
Thinking lazily, he tried to reconstruct the evening he'd dreamt of. Unable, he chose sleep instead.
Don't want no one to ache
Oh to be drunk and forgetful
To get out of this unscathed
Oh to be free and inhuman
"Hermione, can you tell me about it?" Parvati was concerned. Hermione may not be pretty or popular, but she was always cool-headed. Now her hair was disheveled, her face tear-stained, her robes wrinkled.
Hermione sat with her eyes closed. "The last two weeks in August. Me and Harry have always gone to Ron's house that time. We were happy, excited, and celebrating in our own fashion. I'd smuggled in my CD player and portable speakers so we could have some music." She laughed at the memory. "We had a terrible time explaining it to Ron. Anyway, Harry went to sleep around one, and I think Ron did, too. I stayed up because this was my last night with my music. As stupid as it sounds, I hate giving it up. Ron woke around two, and we started casually flirting." She opened her eyes and turned to look at Parvati. Sighing, she continued. "He was Rico Suave then, and it all turned into, well, not so casual flirting. It was my idea to go on the roof-- his room has a balcony that's connected to a flat part of the roof, and..."
Parvati nodded. She knew the ending, as sad as it was.
Some may say I love to play
When the chance is there to take
The week was up for Ron. Dumbledore smiled as he let the red-headed boy out and Hermione greeted him with a hug. Together, they walked down the hall to see Harry. Both were silent until they were about
half-way to the infirmary. Hermione stopped, remembering what Parvati had said.
"Ron, remember August thirty-first?"
'Yeah, that was the day,' he thought. "Yeah."
"Well, when Parvati told you I was pregnant, well..."
"Me,"
Hermione nodded.
"Holy fuck." He stared at the ceiling. "You're sure?"
Again, she nodded.
"Fifteen, and I'm a daddy." He shook his head. "Does Harry know?"
She shook her head.
"Will you ever speak again?"
"Maybe," she whispered.
Ron smiled thoughtfully. "Herm, get an abortion." he slowly decided.
"What? NO! Do you know how wrong they are?" Hermione was furious.
Ron took her by the shoulders. "Listen, no one but you, me, and Parvati knows. It'd be a secret. The baby will never have existed."
Hermione wiggled out of his clutch. "God knows. My baby does exist. And her name is Mariah."
I'm moppin' up the floor
From messy recipes of romance
Hermione came running into Harry's room, taking him by surprise.
"What the..." he started to speak but was cut off by Hermione hugging and kissing him. She was clearly upset, but the intensity of her made Harry forget everything.
"You whore!" Ron breathed as he walked in the room. This caused Hermione to stop kissing Harry, but she still hugged for security. "Did you know, Harry, that your beloved hermione is..." Her grip tightened around Harry. "Pregnant. With my child." Ron's voice hung in the air like smoke. Harry was in shock. Hermione slid of the bed, feeling slightly dirty. She walked up to Ron and slapped him.
"Dick," Her eyes were once again steel. "Get the fuck out of this room, now."
Ron knew better than to mess with Hermione. He left, smirking. She turned to face Harry, who was slowly regaining his composure.
"So, when were you going to tell me?"
"After I got you in a good mood; basically now, if Ron hadn't intervened."
Harry closed his eyes. "Go. I'll call for you when I'm ready."
"B- -"
"Go."
Hermione was able to leave the room without crying. She saved the tears for her dorm and Parvati's comforting arms.
I'm packin' up the pots
Too many cooks in the kitchen
Harry reached for his Potions book on his nightstand. There had to be something in there strong enough to stop the madness. He found a summary of the Telepathos Potion: one cupful would drive a person mad. Two was enough to kill a man from all the feelings inside of him.
He quickly summoned cup and swallowed it. He was hit by everyone's thoughts, so strongly he was unable to get the second glass. In a daze, he heard fear and hatred surrounding him. Really, it was Hermione and Ron. Remembering now, he summoned the second cup and was gone.
Some may say I love to let a good thing go to waste
I let it go to waste
Ron had found him. Calling Madam Pomfrey, she got there in barely enough time to revive him and to clean from his mind any debilitating memories of the feelings. She then went to get Dumbledore and Sirius, leaving Ron alone with Harry.
"Listen," Ron started. "I wanted to apolo--"
"D'you know what he said t'me?" Harry interrupted. "My time is soon, but not yet."
"Who?" Ron was confused, and becoming frightened.
"My dad. I made me come back. He laughed and said it was the first time he'd ever made me do anything. I like him. I saw mum, too. She was really pretty, almost like that girl in my dreams."
"Who?" Ron asked again.
"Dream-girl. She had coarse brown hair and liked books. That's all I can remember, but I think..."
Harry was never quite the same again.
Let a good thing go to waste a good thing go to waste
Let a good thing go to waste a good thing go to waste
Hermione did have the baby, her little girl. Unfortunatly, due to unknown complications, she was stillborn. Only Hermione, Ron, Harry, Sirius, Parvati, and Dumbledore got to see Mariah Hanneli Granger-Weasley laid to rest. Hermione went on to graduate Hogwarts with honors, and returned later to teach Defenses Against the Dark Arts. She beat the curse held with the job and taught for many years after.
Ron was lost. He didn't become a worry-wart like Percy, nor partyers like Fred and George. He turned to drinking shortly after Hogwarts, and died at the age of thirty-two of cirrhosis of the liver. He was one of the few people present at Harry's deathbed.
Harry died young, like his 'father' said he would. No one really knew what was going on in his head after his attempted suicide. He withdrew from society, except when it came to Quidditch. In fact, he was attempting to catch a snitch during practice one day when his broom simply stopped, causing him to plummet. He was only nineteen, and starting Seeker for England, a dream that'd come true, but was shattered.
Parvati became better friends with Hermione during and after everything that's happened. She grew to become a robe and gown designer, using the label name 'Mariahwear'. One-fourth of her profits went to muggle research of SIDS, miscarriages, and stillbirths. Another fourth went to both muggle and wizard crisis pregnancy centers, helping women find alternatives to abortions. Almost all the rest of her money went to various organizations. She prided herself in being able to live on ten galleons a month. Unfortunately, someone tried to mug her for what little money she had and killed her in the process.
I'm lookin' at my watch
At all the time that's been stolen
When I was carrying you
Seems I've tripped and I've fallen