Disclaimer: I own nothing! J.K. owns Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the
Scooby Doo, er, I mean Harry Potter gang (I am so corny!) Anyway, this
time I wrote in a notebook and am typing what I already wrote so the songs
are..."Send In The Clowns" by Mr. Stephen Sondheim from his musical "A
Little Night Music," "Memory" from Andrew Lloyd Webber and TREVOR NUNN (I
hate when Llyod Webber gets ALL the credit!) , and, um, I think that's it
until Chapter Three so enjoy!
Summary: This is a year after the events in Chapter 1, Ron has been increasing his alcohol consumption and Hermione has...oh never mind just read it please and review.
Author's Sidenote: Hello! I felt like being weird and having a sidenote. Watching "Moulin Rouge" right now, good movie, sad but good, you should rent it. That is all please proceed to Chapter 2 below! Ron and Hermione forever! hehehe
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Ron sat in the bar at "The Leaky Cauldron" drinking, as usual. It was around 11:30. A very tired looking Harry entered and slid into a nearby chair.
"You alright buddy?
"I must get her back," Ron said stareing straight ahead.
"Who?"
"Hermione," Ron turned to him, "I must get her back."
"Ron, it's been a whole year. You guys' divorce is goign to be finalized tomorrow. You need to move on."
"I can't move on, Harry, I can't. I can't go on without her. I was stupid before. She's my life, she's my everything. Look at what I've become without her. A stupid bitter drunk. I need her, Harry, with ever fiber of my being I need her. Never before have I thought this clearly. Hermione is the only person that I will ever love, without her I am incapable of love. And a life without love is terrible. Love is like oxygen..."
"Ron, calm down," Harry stopped his friend before he could start on a "Moulin Rouge" inspired spool about love.
"I've got to go see her, Harry, I've got too. I'm going to see her whether you approve or not. She's probably at work," Ron got up and headed for the door.
"Ron, it's nearly midnight," Harry called after him.
"This is Hermione we're talking about," Ron said over his sholder. A few minutes later he was on the doorstep of the office for the Committee on Expiermental Charms. He peered through the window and upon seeing her in there entered, "Thought I'd find you here," he said grining.
She turned around startled, "Ron, you scared me. What are you doing here?"
"I'm in love with you."
"Oh, Ron," she stepped forward shaking her head and put her hand on his sholder, "Don't do this, please. I've moved on and I think you should too."
"You can't just move on, Hermione, not when you're in love with someone. You love me, Hermione, and I love you. I finally realize that above all things I love you and I don't care about anything else in the world, but you. I can't move on."
"You were ready to move on a year ago, Ron, what's changed?"
"I've changed, Hermione. I started thinking clearly. It took me a whole year, but I now realize that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't love anyone else. You said it yourself, you're my first and only wife. I love you, Hermione."
"Do you remember what else was said that night, Ron, 'the firm belief that love is gone for good.' We both agreed."
Ron looked at her pathetically helpless. He opened his mouth to say somethig, but stopped. He turned away from her.
R: Isn't is rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, you in midair
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move'
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one was there
Hermione stepped forward and put her hand on his sholder, once again, "Ron, you never should have come. Our relationship is over, what we had--what we have--its the next best thing to love. I'm sorry." She started to leave. Ron turned to her.
R: Don't you love fast?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
Quick send in the clowns.
Don't bother they're here.
Hermione pulled away from him and with a last pitiful glace back left.
R: Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well maybe next year.
Ron stopped and looked around bitterly. He was alone and singing to himself. He shook his head. Life sucks. He headed gloomily to the bar for another drink.
Hermione walked the streets of of Diagon Alley. Everything had closed at ten, so she was the only one there. She thought over her life in the last year. She thought about Viktor and her life with him. It was hard being the girlfriend of Viktor Krum. First, he was still a major celebrity after all these years, which meant lots of parties and late nights, most of which she was not a part of. She almost never knew where he was. Second, everybody expected Krum to be with some super model (or that ridicously attractive teacher that hangs around Hogwarts though no one can figure out what she teaches), not some nobody scientist with frizzy hair and bags under her eyes. She frowned. In all actuality she hated life with Viktor. She had first gotten with him only to make Ron jealous, but Ron had never noticed. For a whole year Ron had never noticed and now when he finally had she had turned him away. How could she be so completely stupid? She felt sick to her stomach. Could she have lost him forever? The clock struck midnight.
H: Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Midnight
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember a time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live along
Every streetlamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters in the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun
Hermione suddenly realized that she has been walking the streets and singing all night. She was where Viktor's apartment was, so she decided to stop in to tell him it's over (completely ignoring the fact that it's like four in the morning). She walked up to his door and knocked. A scantily clad woman answered.
"Yes?"
Viktor appeared suddenly behind her, his eyes widened, "Hermione! Erm, I can explain. This is, um, my sister Viktoria."
"Your sister!" the woman exclaimed.
"You know what Viktor, don't worry about it. I came to tell you it was over, anyway. I guess I'll see you around," she left.
All she wanted to do was go and see Ron. Ron wanted her back. Ron loved her. She loved him, she wanted him, but instead of going to see him she apparated home. Exhausted she climbed into bed. Tomorrow she would go and talk to him. Tomorrow they would be together. After all tomorrow is another day. She tried to close her eyes, but all she could see was him. She needed him more than ever. She jumped out of bed and started a fire in the fireplace. As soon as it got going she threw a handful of blue powder in it.
"Leaky Cauldron," she shouted.
The head of Tom, the owner of "The Leaky Cauldron," appeared in the fire, "Yes?"
"I need to talk to Mr. Ronald Weasley, he's a guest..."
"Yes, dear I know, and he's no longer a guest he's a resident. One second please." He dissappeared. A second later Ron's head appeared. He was drunk.
"Yes? *Hiccup*"
"Ron are you drunk?"
"Eternally."
"I need to talk to you, when you get sober. Where's Tom?" In a second Tom was back, "Tom I need you to write this down for Mr. Weasley and give it to him in the morning. Tell him to meet Hermione at the Three Broomsticks at noon. Okay, thank you. Goodnight." She extiguished the fire and climbed back in bed. Tomorrow at noon she and Ron would be back together. She closed her eyes and drifted into a pleasent sleep filled with lovely dreams of she and Ron's blissfully happy life together.
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That's Chapter 2 people. I think three's it. (Readers go: Thank God!) hehehe Well, right now I'm watching "Hey Mr. Producer! The Musical World of Cameron Mackintosh" and its at the "Cats" part (NOT my favorite part) and Elaine Paige just sang "Memory" and like ten minutes before that Judi Dench sang "Send In The Clowns" and you wonder where I get my ideas. Hehehe Anyway so it's kind of late so good night!
Summary: This is a year after the events in Chapter 1, Ron has been increasing his alcohol consumption and Hermione has...oh never mind just read it please and review.
Author's Sidenote: Hello! I felt like being weird and having a sidenote. Watching "Moulin Rouge" right now, good movie, sad but good, you should rent it. That is all please proceed to Chapter 2 below! Ron and Hermione forever! hehehe
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Ron sat in the bar at "The Leaky Cauldron" drinking, as usual. It was around 11:30. A very tired looking Harry entered and slid into a nearby chair.
"You alright buddy?
"I must get her back," Ron said stareing straight ahead.
"Who?"
"Hermione," Ron turned to him, "I must get her back."
"Ron, it's been a whole year. You guys' divorce is goign to be finalized tomorrow. You need to move on."
"I can't move on, Harry, I can't. I can't go on without her. I was stupid before. She's my life, she's my everything. Look at what I've become without her. A stupid bitter drunk. I need her, Harry, with ever fiber of my being I need her. Never before have I thought this clearly. Hermione is the only person that I will ever love, without her I am incapable of love. And a life without love is terrible. Love is like oxygen..."
"Ron, calm down," Harry stopped his friend before he could start on a "Moulin Rouge" inspired spool about love.
"I've got to go see her, Harry, I've got too. I'm going to see her whether you approve or not. She's probably at work," Ron got up and headed for the door.
"Ron, it's nearly midnight," Harry called after him.
"This is Hermione we're talking about," Ron said over his sholder. A few minutes later he was on the doorstep of the office for the Committee on Expiermental Charms. He peered through the window and upon seeing her in there entered, "Thought I'd find you here," he said grining.
She turned around startled, "Ron, you scared me. What are you doing here?"
"I'm in love with you."
"Oh, Ron," she stepped forward shaking her head and put her hand on his sholder, "Don't do this, please. I've moved on and I think you should too."
"You can't just move on, Hermione, not when you're in love with someone. You love me, Hermione, and I love you. I finally realize that above all things I love you and I don't care about anything else in the world, but you. I can't move on."
"You were ready to move on a year ago, Ron, what's changed?"
"I've changed, Hermione. I started thinking clearly. It took me a whole year, but I now realize that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't love anyone else. You said it yourself, you're my first and only wife. I love you, Hermione."
"Do you remember what else was said that night, Ron, 'the firm belief that love is gone for good.' We both agreed."
Ron looked at her pathetically helpless. He opened his mouth to say somethig, but stopped. He turned away from her.
R: Isn't is rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, you in midair
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move'
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one was there
Hermione stepped forward and put her hand on his sholder, once again, "Ron, you never should have come. Our relationship is over, what we had--what we have--its the next best thing to love. I'm sorry." She started to leave. Ron turned to her.
R: Don't you love fast?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
Quick send in the clowns.
Don't bother they're here.
Hermione pulled away from him and with a last pitiful glace back left.
R: Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well maybe next year.
Ron stopped and looked around bitterly. He was alone and singing to himself. He shook his head. Life sucks. He headed gloomily to the bar for another drink.
Hermione walked the streets of of Diagon Alley. Everything had closed at ten, so she was the only one there. She thought over her life in the last year. She thought about Viktor and her life with him. It was hard being the girlfriend of Viktor Krum. First, he was still a major celebrity after all these years, which meant lots of parties and late nights, most of which she was not a part of. She almost never knew where he was. Second, everybody expected Krum to be with some super model (or that ridicously attractive teacher that hangs around Hogwarts though no one can figure out what she teaches), not some nobody scientist with frizzy hair and bags under her eyes. She frowned. In all actuality she hated life with Viktor. She had first gotten with him only to make Ron jealous, but Ron had never noticed. For a whole year Ron had never noticed and now when he finally had she had turned him away. How could she be so completely stupid? She felt sick to her stomach. Could she have lost him forever? The clock struck midnight.
H: Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Midnight
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember a time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live along
Every streetlamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters in the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun
Hermione suddenly realized that she has been walking the streets and singing all night. She was where Viktor's apartment was, so she decided to stop in to tell him it's over (completely ignoring the fact that it's like four in the morning). She walked up to his door and knocked. A scantily clad woman answered.
"Yes?"
Viktor appeared suddenly behind her, his eyes widened, "Hermione! Erm, I can explain. This is, um, my sister Viktoria."
"Your sister!" the woman exclaimed.
"You know what Viktor, don't worry about it. I came to tell you it was over, anyway. I guess I'll see you around," she left.
All she wanted to do was go and see Ron. Ron wanted her back. Ron loved her. She loved him, she wanted him, but instead of going to see him she apparated home. Exhausted she climbed into bed. Tomorrow she would go and talk to him. Tomorrow they would be together. After all tomorrow is another day. She tried to close her eyes, but all she could see was him. She needed him more than ever. She jumped out of bed and started a fire in the fireplace. As soon as it got going she threw a handful of blue powder in it.
"Leaky Cauldron," she shouted.
The head of Tom, the owner of "The Leaky Cauldron," appeared in the fire, "Yes?"
"I need to talk to Mr. Ronald Weasley, he's a guest..."
"Yes, dear I know, and he's no longer a guest he's a resident. One second please." He dissappeared. A second later Ron's head appeared. He was drunk.
"Yes? *Hiccup*"
"Ron are you drunk?"
"Eternally."
"I need to talk to you, when you get sober. Where's Tom?" In a second Tom was back, "Tom I need you to write this down for Mr. Weasley and give it to him in the morning. Tell him to meet Hermione at the Three Broomsticks at noon. Okay, thank you. Goodnight." She extiguished the fire and climbed back in bed. Tomorrow at noon she and Ron would be back together. She closed her eyes and drifted into a pleasent sleep filled with lovely dreams of she and Ron's blissfully happy life together.
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That's Chapter 2 people. I think three's it. (Readers go: Thank God!) hehehe Well, right now I'm watching "Hey Mr. Producer! The Musical World of Cameron Mackintosh" and its at the "Cats" part (NOT my favorite part) and Elaine Paige just sang "Memory" and like ten minutes before that Judi Dench sang "Send In The Clowns" and you wonder where I get my ideas. Hehehe Anyway so it's kind of late so good night!