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Chapter Two: Mad Mistakes
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"Yes, yes I know, one, two, three. One, two, three," I snapped at Lila's best friend who was maid of honor. "It's not like this is my first time," I grumbled under my breath. Seriously, who DOESN'T know how to walk in weddings after two of them?
"Alright then, guess we can go to the dinner," Lila said smiling brightly. I sighed nodding.
We all made our way towards the cars, Ethan and Lila hand in hand.
"Are you sure they'll work? Maybe hiring a DJ would be easier," Lila was saying softly. Ethan shook his head.
"No, there really good, I swear, I heard them at the under club, there really good and they just got here so there looking for a few gigs," Ethan assured Lila. She had something to worry about though; my brother has very strange taste in music.
"Alright," She finally gave in, smiling that bride-to-be smile and leaning her head against Ethan's shoulder. I don't really know why I was so bitter, it's just weddings were really hard for me to handle, knowing that in a few years, months in some cases, this girl, along with the rest would just join the group of ex's. I would never let that happen. But then again, I wasn't going to settle for long tiresome commitment either.
I just wasn't going to do either, I give up.
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"Hey, you didn't return my call yesterday," Charlotte said once we got to the dinner. I smiled apologetically.
"Been a bit busy, Mum's freaking out like usual," I explained. Charlotte nodded and we went over to the back table, where we sat with Lane and Nicole, two of my other muggle friends.
"You missed a great show last night at the club, there was this awesome band there, The Marders or something," Nicole said enthusiastically as I Charlotte and I sat down.
"No the Mroders," Lane corrected.
"That wasn't it, it was something like Moraders," Charlotte cut in, "But they were really good." Charlotte said nodding.
"AND, there are FOUR of them," Nicole added winking. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't think so," I mumbled.
"Why not?" Lane asked.
"Not in the mood for commitment, besides I'm leaving for the university in a month."
"The perfect amount of time for a summer fling," Nicole said happily. I scowled at her.
"Well, seriously, your never go out with anyone," Charlotte agreed.
"And you all know why, because love sucks," I lectured.
"I know, but you could have some fun," Nicole sang grinning.
"You sound like my mother," I grumbled. Nicole said something about wishing her mother would say stuff like that to her, but I mostly ignored them and pushed the mashed potatoes we were served, around on my plate.
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"Unbutton the top two buttons on your shirt," Nicole instructed once we got to the door of the under club.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because then Leo will let us skip the line," Nicole said unbuttoning the top three on her blouse.
"There's only six people in front- five people in front of us," Lane muttered rolling her eyes.
"We don't want to miss the band, especially if it's the same group who played last night," Nicole explained, although I figured she just needed an excuse to dress like a skank, not that I didn't like Nicole, she was fun and all, and agreed with me on the love thing, but she took the "love" news as more of an encouragement to mess around with guys then to stop with them altogether.
"They never re-play the same band twice in a row," Charlotte said knowingly. Nicole wasn't listening though because just then Leo had called us up and opened the chain across the door for us, looking down Nicole's shirt in the process.
It wasn't the same band as the night before, it was some new band called Sweet & Sour, which was basically a girl and a guy singing nasally love songs. WE were only inside for a few seconds when I found out that I was alone. Nicole was off talking to some guy, Lane was on the dance floor and Charlotte was nowhere to be seen. I sighed wandering over to the bar and wondering why I had agreed to come to the club, where I'd never really enjoyed being before.
"One butterbeer," I told the bar tender,
"Make that two, I'll pay," a very recognizable voice came from behind me.
"Are you following me?" I asked without turning around, once the bar tender had left to get our drinks.
"Not intentionally, although I would follow you intentionally, if you'd tell me where you're going once in a while," His voice said playfully. I turned around to find that he was inches away, and staring down at me with a messy grin on his face and the same ridiculous cowboy hat.
"Why are you wearing that hat?" I asked.
"Muggle disguise," He said in low voice, lowering his head next to my ear.
"Ron, do you see anyone else wearing cowboy hats?" I asked. He looked around and then shook his head.
"Then it's not really that good a disguise is it?" I used my most sarcastic and patronizing voice.
"It is if your telling everyone you were born 'n raised in Texas," He drawled in a very fake accent. I rolled my eyes.
"No one's going to buy that," I stated.
"People already have. What no one's going to buy is that you're not happy to see me like your pretending," He said lifting one eyebrow.
"I'm happy to see you, it's just... I'm kind of busy, and seeing you, it's over whelming, you know," I was starting to feel kind of guilty, after all this was the guy that had helped save my life more then once, not that I hadn't returned the favor, but still.
"I know, you were afraid, He changed us, and you were afraid, so you left," His voice was getting soft now.
"I'm not AFRAID," I scoffed. His lips curved into a little smile.
"It's ok to be afraid, Harry... Well," He trailed off with a painful look on his face, "I mean, I'm afraid too sometimes... Although I'm afraid of different things... Spiders," He joked shuddering.
"I'm not afraid," I said firmly and then added softly, "Is Harry ok?"
"Well, he'll pull through, he always does. I wish Ginny would talk to him, because he won't talk to her even though I can tell he wants to. I think that would make it better," I nodded in agreement and he reached around me and grabbed two butterbeers in one of his large hands, handing me one.
"So they're still not talking?" He shook his head.
"I was mad about them at first, but now I'm just mad there denying what's there, like someone else I know," he stared at me pointedly. "You do remember the first thing I sad to you, before I realized it was you, right?"
"Ron please-"
"That was true Hermione, and you know what else I have a feeling about," He didn't wait for me to interrupt again, or even ask 'What?' he just continued, "I have a feeling your going to fall in love with me too, if you haven't already," His voice was low again and just a small smile was playing at his lips.
"Has anyone ever told you your very self assured?" I asked sarcastically.
"I tell myself that every day," He said with that same teasing grin. I was about to retaliate by calling him something really fowl, when someone else's voice was right behind me.
"Who is this Herm?" I turned seeing that Nicole now had four buttons undone.
"No one," I said quickly stepping in front of Ron as if I could hide the whole Six feet seven inches with my Five feet four inches.
"I think I've seen you before are you from-"
"He's no one, and we're not talking to him any longer," I said in a tight voice as I forced Nicole away from him. I could vaguely hear his voice behind me calling me back, but I wasn't listening.
"But Hermione-" Nicole whined.
"He's a perv," I a half-lied. I mean, Ron could be perverted SOMETIMES, so it wasn't entirely a lie.
"So," She continued to whine, "I think he-"
"A REALLY nasty perv," I said with major emphasis.
"OH," She said shuddering, I could tell she was imagining some sort of rapist.
"Look, I think I'm gonna go, wedding stuff tomorrow and all," I said Nicole didn't look too happy about it, but eventually said "ok" in a sort of defeated sounding voice.
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I wasn't in a good mood when I got back home. Ethan was sitting at the dining room table when I walked in side.
"Have fun clubbing?" He asked. I scowled at him. "You know what you need, what will improve your mood immensely?"
"Don't say a boyfriend-"
"A boyfriend," Ethan said smiling the way he always does when he knows he's annoying me, "But seriously Herm, I've got this friend-"
"Eric, who would be perfect for me, I know," I droned. He'd been trying to get me to go out with this Eric guy for a few weeks now.
"You just don't understand it, you have to try people before you can give up."
"Oh like your trying wife's? what is this now, your fifth time?"
"Third," He interrupted sourly.
"Well, then, let me give you my bet, for your third wife-"
"Hermione stop," Ethan demanded, but I was too angry to stop. I was angry that he said that I had given up, that he was giving me advice in something he'd already failed at twice. I was angry that everyone seemed to be giving me that same advice.
"No, I don't think I will stop, I mean I was pretty close with your last wife, only a week early, guess my expectations were too, high. But I'm sure I'll win it this time. I give you six months tops, three minimum. Well, that is if she doesn't find out about your first ex dancing with you at the under club-"
"Hermione-"
"Don't deny it, Charlotte saw you, and I heard the message she left on the answering machine-" I only stopped because he had gotten up and was rushing past me. I turned around. Lila was standing there, tear-streaked and open-mouthed.
"Damn you," He hissed at me as he rushed past. Lila ran and he chased after her, and next thing I knew, I was in the closet again.
'This lullaby
Just a simple run of chords
Hear it
lying here in this spare room
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on...'
"A lullaby doesn't make up for letting me down," I whispered into the open air and let the tears behind my eyes come out and fall to my cheeks. I clicked back and played it again. Trying to block out the yelling and crying from downstairs.
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Hope you liked this installment! IT took me a bit to get out, but hopefully the next will come quicker. I know some of the characters or OC, but I am basing this on a book, and there's really no way to avoid the OC-ness and keep it the same story.
Once again, this is my first fic, so if it sucks, I have an excuse :) I don't mind flames, and LOVE reviews, so drop me a note!
Chapter Two: Mad Mistakes
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"Yes, yes I know, one, two, three. One, two, three," I snapped at Lila's best friend who was maid of honor. "It's not like this is my first time," I grumbled under my breath. Seriously, who DOESN'T know how to walk in weddings after two of them?
"Alright then, guess we can go to the dinner," Lila said smiling brightly. I sighed nodding.
We all made our way towards the cars, Ethan and Lila hand in hand.
"Are you sure they'll work? Maybe hiring a DJ would be easier," Lila was saying softly. Ethan shook his head.
"No, there really good, I swear, I heard them at the under club, there really good and they just got here so there looking for a few gigs," Ethan assured Lila. She had something to worry about though; my brother has very strange taste in music.
"Alright," She finally gave in, smiling that bride-to-be smile and leaning her head against Ethan's shoulder. I don't really know why I was so bitter, it's just weddings were really hard for me to handle, knowing that in a few years, months in some cases, this girl, along with the rest would just join the group of ex's. I would never let that happen. But then again, I wasn't going to settle for long tiresome commitment either.
I just wasn't going to do either, I give up.
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"Hey, you didn't return my call yesterday," Charlotte said once we got to the dinner. I smiled apologetically.
"Been a bit busy, Mum's freaking out like usual," I explained. Charlotte nodded and we went over to the back table, where we sat with Lane and Nicole, two of my other muggle friends.
"You missed a great show last night at the club, there was this awesome band there, The Marders or something," Nicole said enthusiastically as I Charlotte and I sat down.
"No the Mroders," Lane corrected.
"That wasn't it, it was something like Moraders," Charlotte cut in, "But they were really good." Charlotte said nodding.
"AND, there are FOUR of them," Nicole added winking. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't think so," I mumbled.
"Why not?" Lane asked.
"Not in the mood for commitment, besides I'm leaving for the university in a month."
"The perfect amount of time for a summer fling," Nicole said happily. I scowled at her.
"Well, seriously, your never go out with anyone," Charlotte agreed.
"And you all know why, because love sucks," I lectured.
"I know, but you could have some fun," Nicole sang grinning.
"You sound like my mother," I grumbled. Nicole said something about wishing her mother would say stuff like that to her, but I mostly ignored them and pushed the mashed potatoes we were served, around on my plate.
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"Unbutton the top two buttons on your shirt," Nicole instructed once we got to the door of the under club.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because then Leo will let us skip the line," Nicole said unbuttoning the top three on her blouse.
"There's only six people in front- five people in front of us," Lane muttered rolling her eyes.
"We don't want to miss the band, especially if it's the same group who played last night," Nicole explained, although I figured she just needed an excuse to dress like a skank, not that I didn't like Nicole, she was fun and all, and agreed with me on the love thing, but she took the "love" news as more of an encouragement to mess around with guys then to stop with them altogether.
"They never re-play the same band twice in a row," Charlotte said knowingly. Nicole wasn't listening though because just then Leo had called us up and opened the chain across the door for us, looking down Nicole's shirt in the process.
It wasn't the same band as the night before, it was some new band called Sweet & Sour, which was basically a girl and a guy singing nasally love songs. WE were only inside for a few seconds when I found out that I was alone. Nicole was off talking to some guy, Lane was on the dance floor and Charlotte was nowhere to be seen. I sighed wandering over to the bar and wondering why I had agreed to come to the club, where I'd never really enjoyed being before.
"One butterbeer," I told the bar tender,
"Make that two, I'll pay," a very recognizable voice came from behind me.
"Are you following me?" I asked without turning around, once the bar tender had left to get our drinks.
"Not intentionally, although I would follow you intentionally, if you'd tell me where you're going once in a while," His voice said playfully. I turned around to find that he was inches away, and staring down at me with a messy grin on his face and the same ridiculous cowboy hat.
"Why are you wearing that hat?" I asked.
"Muggle disguise," He said in low voice, lowering his head next to my ear.
"Ron, do you see anyone else wearing cowboy hats?" I asked. He looked around and then shook his head.
"Then it's not really that good a disguise is it?" I used my most sarcastic and patronizing voice.
"It is if your telling everyone you were born 'n raised in Texas," He drawled in a very fake accent. I rolled my eyes.
"No one's going to buy that," I stated.
"People already have. What no one's going to buy is that you're not happy to see me like your pretending," He said lifting one eyebrow.
"I'm happy to see you, it's just... I'm kind of busy, and seeing you, it's over whelming, you know," I was starting to feel kind of guilty, after all this was the guy that had helped save my life more then once, not that I hadn't returned the favor, but still.
"I know, you were afraid, He changed us, and you were afraid, so you left," His voice was getting soft now.
"I'm not AFRAID," I scoffed. His lips curved into a little smile.
"It's ok to be afraid, Harry... Well," He trailed off with a painful look on his face, "I mean, I'm afraid too sometimes... Although I'm afraid of different things... Spiders," He joked shuddering.
"I'm not afraid," I said firmly and then added softly, "Is Harry ok?"
"Well, he'll pull through, he always does. I wish Ginny would talk to him, because he won't talk to her even though I can tell he wants to. I think that would make it better," I nodded in agreement and he reached around me and grabbed two butterbeers in one of his large hands, handing me one.
"So they're still not talking?" He shook his head.
"I was mad about them at first, but now I'm just mad there denying what's there, like someone else I know," he stared at me pointedly. "You do remember the first thing I sad to you, before I realized it was you, right?"
"Ron please-"
"That was true Hermione, and you know what else I have a feeling about," He didn't wait for me to interrupt again, or even ask 'What?' he just continued, "I have a feeling your going to fall in love with me too, if you haven't already," His voice was low again and just a small smile was playing at his lips.
"Has anyone ever told you your very self assured?" I asked sarcastically.
"I tell myself that every day," He said with that same teasing grin. I was about to retaliate by calling him something really fowl, when someone else's voice was right behind me.
"Who is this Herm?" I turned seeing that Nicole now had four buttons undone.
"No one," I said quickly stepping in front of Ron as if I could hide the whole Six feet seven inches with my Five feet four inches.
"I think I've seen you before are you from-"
"He's no one, and we're not talking to him any longer," I said in a tight voice as I forced Nicole away from him. I could vaguely hear his voice behind me calling me back, but I wasn't listening.
"But Hermione-" Nicole whined.
"He's a perv," I a half-lied. I mean, Ron could be perverted SOMETIMES, so it wasn't entirely a lie.
"So," She continued to whine, "I think he-"
"A REALLY nasty perv," I said with major emphasis.
"OH," She said shuddering, I could tell she was imagining some sort of rapist.
"Look, I think I'm gonna go, wedding stuff tomorrow and all," I said Nicole didn't look too happy about it, but eventually said "ok" in a sort of defeated sounding voice.
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I wasn't in a good mood when I got back home. Ethan was sitting at the dining room table when I walked in side.
"Have fun clubbing?" He asked. I scowled at him. "You know what you need, what will improve your mood immensely?"
"Don't say a boyfriend-"
"A boyfriend," Ethan said smiling the way he always does when he knows he's annoying me, "But seriously Herm, I've got this friend-"
"Eric, who would be perfect for me, I know," I droned. He'd been trying to get me to go out with this Eric guy for a few weeks now.
"You just don't understand it, you have to try people before you can give up."
"Oh like your trying wife's? what is this now, your fifth time?"
"Third," He interrupted sourly.
"Well, then, let me give you my bet, for your third wife-"
"Hermione stop," Ethan demanded, but I was too angry to stop. I was angry that he said that I had given up, that he was giving me advice in something he'd already failed at twice. I was angry that everyone seemed to be giving me that same advice.
"No, I don't think I will stop, I mean I was pretty close with your last wife, only a week early, guess my expectations were too, high. But I'm sure I'll win it this time. I give you six months tops, three minimum. Well, that is if she doesn't find out about your first ex dancing with you at the under club-"
"Hermione-"
"Don't deny it, Charlotte saw you, and I heard the message she left on the answering machine-" I only stopped because he had gotten up and was rushing past me. I turned around. Lila was standing there, tear-streaked and open-mouthed.
"Damn you," He hissed at me as he rushed past. Lila ran and he chased after her, and next thing I knew, I was in the closet again.
'This lullaby
Just a simple run of chords
Hear it
lying here in this spare room
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on...'
"A lullaby doesn't make up for letting me down," I whispered into the open air and let the tears behind my eyes come out and fall to my cheeks. I clicked back and played it again. Trying to block out the yelling and crying from downstairs.
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Hope you liked this installment! IT took me a bit to get out, but hopefully the next will come quicker. I know some of the characters or OC, but I am basing this on a book, and there's really no way to avoid the OC-ness and keep it the same story.
Once again, this is my first fic, so if it sucks, I have an excuse :) I don't mind flames, and LOVE reviews, so drop me a note!