Chapter 4: I was Made for Lovin' you, 'Mione
Rating: PG
Notes: Hmm, I was gonna wait to put this up for a bit, until I had another chapter typed, but I got four new reviews in three days, so I wanted to appease the fans… I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to everyone who reviewed; without you guys I might not have finished the typing! As it is, I'll start working on the next chapter right now… I'm inspired!
To SaturnRiddle: thanks for Moulin rouge Ewan ^^ I'll take reeeeal good care of him :D
To angelic01: If Ewan McGregor lands a roll in movie 3, I will have a heart attack and die. Then I'll revive myself so I can see the movie, and drool…
(Imagine a full-on Gryffandor common-room party, multiply it by ten, and you've got a pretty good picture of what's going on inside the turret. Canary Crèmes are scattered about, a Butterbeer keg rests against one wall, and what looks like Honeyduke's entire stock is laid out on two long trestle tables. The revolutionaries are engaging in 'less that appropriate' behavior; Millicent is strutting around, making quite a nice profit, Black has surrounded himself with pilfered wine from the Hippogriff, Lupin is hitting on professor McGonagal, and Draco hangs drunkenly out of a window, bawling a song at the top of his lungs. In contrast to the general carousal above, Ron sits at his desk in his room below, trying – and failing – to write. As yet another beer bottle is flung from the room upstairs he stands and walks to his window, gazing at the moonlit Hippogriff.)
Ron voice over: Harry had his investor, and the revolutionaries had their show. As the party raged on upstairs, I tried to write; but all I could think about was her.
In the Hippogriff…
(Hermione stands before her mirror, combing out her hair. She is wearing yet another red robe, this one much less revealing, but still quite flattering. She sings softly to herself as she finishes her brushing and moves towards the Hippogriff's balcony)
Hermione: I follow the night, can't stand the light…
When will I begin to dream again?
One day I'll fly away – leave my past to yesterday
Why live life from grade to grade
And dread the day when term test ends?
(She strides up a set of stairs carved into the Hippogriff's 'wing', the music and her voice increasing in intensity as she reaches the top of the building. She stands on one of the creature's broad shoulders, singing her tormented heart out, loud enough to startle the owls in the owlery. Pig and Hedwig fly across the moon as if to illustrate Hermione's longing)
One day I'll fly away!
Leave my past to yesterday
Why live life from grade to grade and dread the day when term test ends? (hears a noise behind her and wheels about, squeaking in alarm) Oh!
Ron: (who had crept up the Hippogriff's tail while Hermione sang) Sorry! Sorry, it's just-
Hermione: What are you doing here?
Ron: I couldn't sleep, and I saw your light on and I, erm- (quirks head towards the Hippogriff's rump) climbed up.
Hermione: Oh. (sighs) Well, we've both got a busy day tomorrow, and we both need our rest, so you'd better get back to bed. (Turns to go back downstairs)
Ron: (imploringly) No wait! Please wait! (Hermione turns around again) Did you mean what you said, when we were, erm, when you thought I was the professor? That… that you loved me?
Hermione: (raising an eyebrow) Of course not.
Ron: Oh. (looks heartbreakingly forlorn, awkward, and embarrassed) So… so it wasn't real?
Hermione: (sighing) Ron, I'm a courtesan. I'm graded for making professors believe what they want.
Ron: (trying, and failing, to laugh it off) Silly of me, to think that you- that you could ever fall in love with someone like me.
Hermione: (quietly) I can't afford to fall in live with anyone.
Ron: (shocked) Can't fall in love? But that's terrible!
Hermione: (irritably) No, being called a worthless mudblood, that's terrible!
Ron: But… love is like winning Quiddich! Love is a many splendid thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!
Hermione: Please, don't start that again-
Ron: (singing) All you need is love!
Hermione: A girl has got to pass!
Ron: All you need is love!
Hermione: I can't fail potions class!
Ron: All you need is lo-o-o-ove…
Hermione: (grumpily) Love is just a game.
Ron: (starts into everybody's favorite song with gusto; who knew he invented all of these famous love songs? :p) I was made for lovin' you, 'Mione, you were made for lovin' me!
Hermione: (sings archly) The only way of lovin' me, Weasly, is to pay a lovely fee!
Ron: (swings around a pillar to face Hermione) Just one night, give me just one night-
Hermione: (turning the other way) There's no way, 'cos you can't pay!
Ron: (swings around to face her again) In the name of love, one mage in the name of love!
Hermione: (smiling despite herself) You crazy fool, I won't give in to you! (turns to leave, but Ron's voice stops her)
Ron: Don't leave me this way, I can't survive without your sweet love, oh 'Mione… don't leave me this way
Hermione: (looking towards the moon) You'd think the students would have had enough of silly love songs…
Ron: (approaching her) I look around me and I see, it isn't so, oh no.
Hermione: Some wizards want to fill the world with silly love songs…
Ron: Well what's wrong with that, I'd like to know, 'cos here I go, yeeees! (leaps to the beaktip of the Hippogriff, arms spread like a bird, a massive Weasly grin pasted on his freckled face; he is thoroughly enjoying himself. Hermione, on the other hand, shrieks with fear and reaches out to keep Ron from falling to his death) Love lifts us up where we belong! Where seekers fly, like a Dragon, high!
Hermione: (pulls him back to the safety of the Hippogriff's shoulder) Love makes us act like we are fools! Throw our lives away for one happy day-
Ron: We could be mages, just for one day!
Hermione: (stalking back down the Hippogriff's wing) You, you will be mean-
Ron: (following) No, I won't!
Hermione: (inside the Hippogriff) And I… (throws up hands) I'll fail all the time!
Ron: (peeking around the doorjamb) We should be lovers!
Hermione: (softly) We can't do that
Ron: We should be lovers, and that's a fact!
Hermione: (turning to face him with a slight smile) Though nothing would keep us together?
Ron: (approaching) We could still try, just for one term
Both: (harmonizing and gazing into each other's eyes) We could be mages, forever and ever, we could be mages-
Ron: Just because I – I will always love you-
Hermione: (cuts in and harmonizes) And I – I can't help loving… How wonderful life is, now you're-
Both: In the world!
(Fireworks explode in the background as the moon sings, and Ron and Hermione share a light, gentle kiss, a vast comparison to the kisses Hermione usually shares with men.)
Hermione: (chuckling softly) You're going to be bad for business, I can tell.
(The pair continues kissing as the camera pans upward, landing on our favorite Slytherin; Draco sits on a windowsill looking rather drunken, and it looks as if he's been crying. His cheeks are damp with tears and his blue-gray eyes are red-rimmed and glassy.)
Draco: (singing softly to no one in particular) How wonderful life is, now you're in the world…