Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not even the songs, I can just admire and of
course credit, J.K. and all the talented song writers that I just ripped
off I can't name them because as of yet I have not written the story and do
not know which songs I am going to use. So I will just stop babeling and
get to writing.
Summary: Ron and Hermione were married, but after an incident involving Fred and Hermione and a huge misunderstanding, they are getting a divorce. The story begins with Ron coming to pick up the rest of his stuff.
Side note: The premisis of this story is just a lame excuse for me to use the songs of the great and highly underappreciated Edward Kleban. I am a total Ron/Hermione shipper and if you read any of my other stuff (if I post it) it's pure fluff. I honestly think that Ron and Hermione will get married and have seven kids, but the Weasley family tree that's another story. Anyway on to the story.
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Ron walked up the stairs to his house. He frowned it wasn't his house anymore. It was her house. It had been their house, but after the incident he couldn't stay there anymore. She said he hadn't given her a chance to explain, but what's to explain. He knew what he had seen and what he had seen was Hermione, his wife, locked in a romantic embrace with his own brother. He had left right away, unable to face her. This was the first time he had seen her since then. He knocked on the door. She opened it. There eyes met. Neither said anything.
"Come in," she stepped back. He walked in rather akwardly.
"It's strange being here."
She forced a smile, "That's an understatement." She motioned to a box laying on the table, in it were the remains of what was left, "Here it is."
"Thank you," he picked it up and they stood there in silence, "I was thinking, maybe's its better this way."
"Maybe," she looked at him thoughtfully.
H: Under separate cover are ten cartons and a trunk
And the bicycle you had sent home from England
And the shirts your mother mentioned although some of them had shrunk and some old assorted junk.
(She stepped back, like she forgot he was there.)
And the best part of my life as your first and only wife (She stepped forward again) and the firm belief that love is gone for good.
Under separate cover are the records and the books
And the ash tray that I gave you in October
And the hope that all the neighbors will stop shooting me those looks there are far to many crooks
(Once again she steps back as if he's not there)
And the best part of my life as your first and only wife (Once again she steps forward this time putting her hand on his sholder) and the firm belief that love is gone for good
(Ron pulls away, he steps to the side sucked into his own little world.)
R: I can hear the music of the phonograph still
I can hear the music of the laughter
I can hear the music and I'm sure that I will
Hear it everafter
(She steps up, pulling him out of la la land)
Together: Hear it everafter
H: Under separate cover are the remnants of my heart
(He steps up and they sing together.)
Together: And the wish that you are flourising tomorrow
And the iron-clad conviction we'll do better now apart
And the time has come to start
(Hermione steps forward this time as if in confirmation of what she is saying.)
H: And the best part of my life as your first and only wife
And the firm belief that love is gone
R: And the firm belief that love is gone.
Ron forces a smile and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Goodbye, Hermione." He leaves.
For a moment she just stands there, sick to her stomach. She picks up the phone and calls Ginny.
"I'm coming over."
In a matter of five minutes she was at her soon to be ex-sister-in- law's house. Ginny saw the tears and ushered her to a nearby chair.
"Oh, Hermione."
"I think it's really over with Ron," Hermione said through tears. She stopped and wiped them from her face, "But I think I'm over it.
H: We had the smiles
We had the tunes
We had a multitude of lovely afternoons
And come to think of it
It was the next best thing to love
And though we fought
There was no pain
The sex was good but never great need I explain
And come to think of it
It was the next best thing to love
Somwthing always missing Christmas in L.A.
We could get to April
Not to May
And so at last
We let it go
Because it doesn't take two geniuses to know
That when you think of it
And it is well worth thinking of
It was the next...best...thing... to love
Couldn't turn the corner
Never made sublime
Still we should be so lucky
All the time
So no regrets, forget the tears
I know a dozen girls who'd run with this for years
And come to think of it
I guess the next best thing to love
Is also love
Is also love
Hermione once again bursts into tears, "Okay, I'm not." She cries on Ginny's sholder.
Meanwhile, Ron walks alone to his room above The Leaky Cauldron. He sits on the bed and pulls out a picture of Hermione. He takes a deep breath.
R: The comes up I think about you
The coffee cup I think about you
I love you so, its like I'm losing my mind
The morning ends, I think about you
I talk to friends, I think about you
And do they know? It's like I'm losing my mind.
All afternoon doing every little choir
The thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left, not going right
I dim the lights and think about you
Spend sleepless nights to think about you
You said you loved me
Or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
I love you so
It's like I'm losing my mind
Does no one know?
It's like I'm losing my mind.
All afternoon, doing every little chore
The thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left, not going right
I dim the lights and think about you
Spend sleepless nights to think about you
You said you loved me
Or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
Ron puts the picture away and goes down to the bar for a drink.
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Okay people that's chapter one and the songs were "Under Separate Cover" by Edward Kleban, from "A Class Act," "The Next Best Thing To Love," also by Edward Kleban and also from "A Class Act" and "Losing My Mind" by the great Stephen Sondheim and from "Follies." Now my dears it is time for you to review. Please please please. I know its boring and stupid but you know be kind please :-) As if you can't tell I am a Broadway freak, but that's okay ;-) Well gotta go.
Summary: Ron and Hermione were married, but after an incident involving Fred and Hermione and a huge misunderstanding, they are getting a divorce. The story begins with Ron coming to pick up the rest of his stuff.
Side note: The premisis of this story is just a lame excuse for me to use the songs of the great and highly underappreciated Edward Kleban. I am a total Ron/Hermione shipper and if you read any of my other stuff (if I post it) it's pure fluff. I honestly think that Ron and Hermione will get married and have seven kids, but the Weasley family tree that's another story. Anyway on to the story.
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Ron walked up the stairs to his house. He frowned it wasn't his house anymore. It was her house. It had been their house, but after the incident he couldn't stay there anymore. She said he hadn't given her a chance to explain, but what's to explain. He knew what he had seen and what he had seen was Hermione, his wife, locked in a romantic embrace with his own brother. He had left right away, unable to face her. This was the first time he had seen her since then. He knocked on the door. She opened it. There eyes met. Neither said anything.
"Come in," she stepped back. He walked in rather akwardly.
"It's strange being here."
She forced a smile, "That's an understatement." She motioned to a box laying on the table, in it were the remains of what was left, "Here it is."
"Thank you," he picked it up and they stood there in silence, "I was thinking, maybe's its better this way."
"Maybe," she looked at him thoughtfully.
H: Under separate cover are ten cartons and a trunk
And the bicycle you had sent home from England
And the shirts your mother mentioned although some of them had shrunk and some old assorted junk.
(She stepped back, like she forgot he was there.)
And the best part of my life as your first and only wife (She stepped forward again) and the firm belief that love is gone for good.
Under separate cover are the records and the books
And the ash tray that I gave you in October
And the hope that all the neighbors will stop shooting me those looks there are far to many crooks
(Once again she steps back as if he's not there)
And the best part of my life as your first and only wife (Once again she steps forward this time putting her hand on his sholder) and the firm belief that love is gone for good
(Ron pulls away, he steps to the side sucked into his own little world.)
R: I can hear the music of the phonograph still
I can hear the music of the laughter
I can hear the music and I'm sure that I will
Hear it everafter
(She steps up, pulling him out of la la land)
Together: Hear it everafter
H: Under separate cover are the remnants of my heart
(He steps up and they sing together.)
Together: And the wish that you are flourising tomorrow
And the iron-clad conviction we'll do better now apart
And the time has come to start
(Hermione steps forward this time as if in confirmation of what she is saying.)
H: And the best part of my life as your first and only wife
And the firm belief that love is gone
R: And the firm belief that love is gone.
Ron forces a smile and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Goodbye, Hermione." He leaves.
For a moment she just stands there, sick to her stomach. She picks up the phone and calls Ginny.
"I'm coming over."
In a matter of five minutes she was at her soon to be ex-sister-in- law's house. Ginny saw the tears and ushered her to a nearby chair.
"Oh, Hermione."
"I think it's really over with Ron," Hermione said through tears. She stopped and wiped them from her face, "But I think I'm over it.
H: We had the smiles
We had the tunes
We had a multitude of lovely afternoons
And come to think of it
It was the next best thing to love
And though we fought
There was no pain
The sex was good but never great need I explain
And come to think of it
It was the next best thing to love
Somwthing always missing Christmas in L.A.
We could get to April
Not to May
And so at last
We let it go
Because it doesn't take two geniuses to know
That when you think of it
And it is well worth thinking of
It was the next...best...thing... to love
Couldn't turn the corner
Never made sublime
Still we should be so lucky
All the time
So no regrets, forget the tears
I know a dozen girls who'd run with this for years
And come to think of it
I guess the next best thing to love
Is also love
Is also love
Hermione once again bursts into tears, "Okay, I'm not." She cries on Ginny's sholder.
Meanwhile, Ron walks alone to his room above The Leaky Cauldron. He sits on the bed and pulls out a picture of Hermione. He takes a deep breath.
R: The comes up I think about you
The coffee cup I think about you
I love you so, its like I'm losing my mind
The morning ends, I think about you
I talk to friends, I think about you
And do they know? It's like I'm losing my mind.
All afternoon doing every little choir
The thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left, not going right
I dim the lights and think about you
Spend sleepless nights to think about you
You said you loved me
Or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
I love you so
It's like I'm losing my mind
Does no one know?
It's like I'm losing my mind.
All afternoon, doing every little chore
The thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left, not going right
I dim the lights and think about you
Spend sleepless nights to think about you
You said you loved me
Or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
Ron puts the picture away and goes down to the bar for a drink.
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Okay people that's chapter one and the songs were "Under Separate Cover" by Edward Kleban, from "A Class Act," "The Next Best Thing To Love," also by Edward Kleban and also from "A Class Act" and "Losing My Mind" by the great Stephen Sondheim and from "Follies." Now my dears it is time for you to review. Please please please. I know its boring and stupid but you know be kind please :-) As if you can't tell I am a Broadway freak, but that's okay ;-) Well gotta go.