I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren't meant for anyone
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you
-Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh- Bright Eyes
'Will everything be the same when he wakes up? Will my life pick up where he left it up, or will it be awkward? Will he remember me?'
Hermione couldn't sleep- she hadn't been able to in 4 months. She missed having Ron's comforting snore (when he was home), or at least being able to say Good Night to him every night. Even when he was gone he managed to do that. Sleepily, she fumbled around for a light switch (they live in a muggle apartment), and with a click, the room was lit. It was also creepy to be alone in an apartment- whatever the size.
She stared at the phone, wishing she could call someone. She ticked off the names of people who actually owned a phone, and were able to use it, and stop mentally at the name of George. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but think of how George was always there for her, and how he had that magic- not the kind you learned in school, the kind that you are born with- to make her smile, no matter what the circumstances.
After a quick glance at the clock, 3:07, she decided that he might not be able to sleep, and wouldn't mind a quick phone call……… At least she hoped he wouldn't.
Quickly she dialed a 2, he was on speed dial, and the sounds of dialing rang in her ears as she nervously waited for him to answer.
"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered from the other side of the line.
"George?"
"Hermione? Why," yawn, "are you calling me," another yawn, "at this ungodly time?"
"I'm sorry……"
"Don't be."
"I just miss Ron so much right now, and it's even a little scary here, without like anyone else here. I just needed some reassurance, you know? I've never lived by myself…… I know it's been 4 months and I should be over this fear but I think it's gotten worse, not better."
"Do you want me to ask Ginny if she'll move in with you?"
"Earth to George…… she's married to Harry! She can't very well move in with me, much less me move in with her."
"Hm, guess you're right, I bet you'd put a damper to their marriage. Do you want me to stay over there until we can find you a roomie? I don't want you to get scared, and it might be awhile until we find you someone to live with…… that is until Ron wakes up, and I doubt anyone would want to move in a temporary home, so why don't I stay with you until Ron wakes up?"
"You're actually sure he'll wake up?"
"Positive. I'll bring over some stuff tomorrow, and maybe once in awhile can we go to my apartment? That way I won't have to rent it out, Ron could wake up anytime, and then where would I be?"
Hermione smiled with reassurance. There actually was another individual who believed Ron would wake up besides her.
"Just promise me one thing."
Hermione, surprised answered, "What?"
"You do things with me, and don't mope around the apartment all day. You don't want Ron to wake up with you pale and needing sleep, do you?"
With a happy sigh, she answered, "No, I guess I don't, just as long as we visit Ron *at least* once a week."
"Fine with me!"
"See you tomorrow, and George?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
**
George hung up the phone, and smiled to himself. He would be moving in with the woman he loved, that was one thing, and making her happy. If he couldn't be with her, why not just make her content?
As he returned to his slumbers, he thought of all the time he had loved her at school, watching her check her already perfect hair and face in that mirror she always had with her, a blue one, with jewelry glued on by her. Whenever she saw it, she seemed to smile, he guessed seeing the bright colors made her feel better. He wondered if she still had it.
Once she got together with Ron, she was always a bit more distant, and not as open as she had been with him. Their conversations had been shortened, and mostly to the point, but after Ron went into the coma, she seemed to enjoy his company much more.
**
A/N: do read through the lyrics, they actually have something to do with the story. Thank you guys so much for the constant reviews!! I love them all!!
Blood57: Thank you so much for reading it still!
AmericanAngel: Thanks for the suggestions, sorry for the bad foramatting. Hope you still like the story!
Belle-stevenson: hope you still think the story is good!
Autumn-Took: I'm soo happy you love the story so much!!
CrazySwimmer27: Since I'm still not sure about what happened to Ron (whoops) because wizards aren't easily injured, I don't have much information on it yet, but when I do, I'll have it in the story. If you have any suggestions on how it happened, do tell! And more things on Harry will be added, bit by bit (like in the chapter, how he and Ginny are married)
Melle: Hope you are still enjoying the story, and do tell me how Bright Eyes was and what they played! My brother saw one of their concerts and loved it!
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren't meant for anyone
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you
-Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh- Bright Eyes
'Will everything be the same when he wakes up? Will my life pick up where he left it up, or will it be awkward? Will he remember me?'
Hermione couldn't sleep- she hadn't been able to in 4 months. She missed having Ron's comforting snore (when he was home), or at least being able to say Good Night to him every night. Even when he was gone he managed to do that. Sleepily, she fumbled around for a light switch (they live in a muggle apartment), and with a click, the room was lit. It was also creepy to be alone in an apartment- whatever the size.
She stared at the phone, wishing she could call someone. She ticked off the names of people who actually owned a phone, and were able to use it, and stop mentally at the name of George. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but think of how George was always there for her, and how he had that magic- not the kind you learned in school, the kind that you are born with- to make her smile, no matter what the circumstances.
After a quick glance at the clock, 3:07, she decided that he might not be able to sleep, and wouldn't mind a quick phone call……… At least she hoped he wouldn't.
Quickly she dialed a 2, he was on speed dial, and the sounds of dialing rang in her ears as she nervously waited for him to answer.
"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered from the other side of the line.
"George?"
"Hermione? Why," yawn, "are you calling me," another yawn, "at this ungodly time?"
"I'm sorry……"
"Don't be."
"I just miss Ron so much right now, and it's even a little scary here, without like anyone else here. I just needed some reassurance, you know? I've never lived by myself…… I know it's been 4 months and I should be over this fear but I think it's gotten worse, not better."
"Do you want me to ask Ginny if she'll move in with you?"
"Earth to George…… she's married to Harry! She can't very well move in with me, much less me move in with her."
"Hm, guess you're right, I bet you'd put a damper to their marriage. Do you want me to stay over there until we can find you a roomie? I don't want you to get scared, and it might be awhile until we find you someone to live with…… that is until Ron wakes up, and I doubt anyone would want to move in a temporary home, so why don't I stay with you until Ron wakes up?"
"You're actually sure he'll wake up?"
"Positive. I'll bring over some stuff tomorrow, and maybe once in awhile can we go to my apartment? That way I won't have to rent it out, Ron could wake up anytime, and then where would I be?"
Hermione smiled with reassurance. There actually was another individual who believed Ron would wake up besides her.
"Just promise me one thing."
Hermione, surprised answered, "What?"
"You do things with me, and don't mope around the apartment all day. You don't want Ron to wake up with you pale and needing sleep, do you?"
With a happy sigh, she answered, "No, I guess I don't, just as long as we visit Ron *at least* once a week."
"Fine with me!"
"See you tomorrow, and George?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
**
George hung up the phone, and smiled to himself. He would be moving in with the woman he loved, that was one thing, and making her happy. If he couldn't be with her, why not just make her content?
As he returned to his slumbers, he thought of all the time he had loved her at school, watching her check her already perfect hair and face in that mirror she always had with her, a blue one, with jewelry glued on by her. Whenever she saw it, she seemed to smile, he guessed seeing the bright colors made her feel better. He wondered if she still had it.
Once she got together with Ron, she was always a bit more distant, and not as open as she had been with him. Their conversations had been shortened, and mostly to the point, but after Ron went into the coma, she seemed to enjoy his company much more.
**
A/N: do read through the lyrics, they actually have something to do with the story. Thank you guys so much for the constant reviews!! I love them all!!
Blood57: Thank you so much for reading it still!
AmericanAngel: Thanks for the suggestions, sorry for the bad foramatting. Hope you still like the story!
Belle-stevenson: hope you still think the story is good!
Autumn-Took: I'm soo happy you love the story so much!!
CrazySwimmer27: Since I'm still not sure about what happened to Ron (whoops) because wizards aren't easily injured, I don't have much information on it yet, but when I do, I'll have it in the story. If you have any suggestions on how it happened, do tell! And more things on Harry will be added, bit by bit (like in the chapter, how he and Ginny are married)
Melle: Hope you are still enjoying the story, and do tell me how Bright Eyes was and what they played! My brother saw one of their concerts and loved it!