Disclaimer: The great J. K. Rowling owns all...I own nothing. :) I get no money from this...just fun! And before I forget(Eh!), the song is an eighties song called "I Just Died in Your Arms" by Cutting Crew. *grin*
AN: OK, this is THE shortest chapter I have written, and I'm probably gonna get my butt kicked because of it, but the next chapter will probably be the last. See, I was going to make this chapter the last, but I figured, HEY! Why not just keep everyone in suspense?!?! But yes, the next chapter should be the last one. I'll try to make it longer! I hope you like this one, and it would have been posted sooner, had FF.net not been gone for like, four days. LOL :) This one is mainly silly, and if you don't like it, too bad! It's my story, I'll add my Ron fantasies if I want to! I MEAN...UM...FANTASIES!? NO! I DIDN'T MEAN FANTASIES! I MEAN...UH...HERMIONES! YEAH! Anyway! Enjoy, mon amies!
Chapter Nine: Artistic Expressions
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Almost immediately, Hermione started to regret what she had said. One would think that it was because she missed Ron, and was sorry that he was hurt by her words, but that certainly was not the case. No, Hermione didn't miss Ron one bit. He never gave her the chance.
The next day was perfectly fine and dandy, a normal day as ever. Hermione got out of bed, brushed her teeth, ate her breakfast, went to her classes, and did her homework, like she did every day. She liked routine, and was not about to let a little thing like wanting to be with Ron and feeling unbearable heartbreak to the very tips of her toes until she wanted to crawl into a hole and die bother her! She was Hermione Granger, after all! Yes, the day was not particularly notable, and was all together boring, as usual.
That is, until that afternoon. She was sitting outside under a large oak tree, reading chapter 450 of Larry Water and the Order of Phoenix Fries when she heard yelling. Looking up in disorientation, she tried to gather what was going on. Many students had been enjoying the lovely day outside, and Hermione noticed that the majority were now staring up at the astronomy tower in amusement and shock. Her eyes focused on a lone man standing on the balcony, shouting at the top of his lungs for everyone's attention. A shock of red hair stood out, and Hermione murmured "Oh no..." as she realized the loud fellow was none other than Ronald Weasley.
"EVERYBODY LISTEN!" Ron yelled as he jumped up and down, waving his arms around like a mad man. As soon as he had everyone's attention, he yelled, "I, RONALD ARTHUR WEASLEY, LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER! SHE IS THE ONLY GIRL FOR ME AND I WILL LOVE HER UNTIL THE DAY I DIE! HERMIONE! FORGIVE ME BABY! I'M SORRY!"
Everyone had turned to stare at Hermione, who felt as though her entire face was on fire. She giggled nervously, then flashed Ron a dirty look, slamming her book shut and running across the lawn. She turned her face toward her shoes, wishing everyone would stop staring at her. She had never been quite as embarrassed as she was at that moment. Now everyone knew that they were having issues!
Later that night at dinner, Hermione had her nose stuck in a book once again. She was eating a bit of treacle tart when she heard very loud music. The entire hall became quiet. She peered over the top of her book cautiously, trying to discern what was happening without looking interested. The music sounded like an eighties muggle song that she had once heard, but she couldn't see just what was making it. It was then that she noticed that the entire hall was staring at her. Harry's eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. Ginny was bright red and looked ready to explode with laughter. Hermione tried to ignore everyone, placing the book in front of her face. She had closed her eyes and was praying that the music had nothing to do with her when she felt someone jump onto the table she was sitting at. She dropped the book in her lap, staring up at the figure.
Ron was standing in the middle of the table facing her. He was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans and a hot pink shirt that was clearly made for a woman. It was obviously too tight for him and showed off his mid drift, baring his six pack for all to see. It clashed horribly with the orange high top sneakers he was wearing, and the gold earring in his left ear. He wore a black baseball cap covering his red hair, its bill pointed the wrong way. He had his eyes closed and looked to be lost in the music, nodding his head to the beat. Hermione looked around desperately for a savior, but there were none to be found. Even the teachers weren't helping her. They looked to be in a state of shock, all but for Dumbledore, who was tapping his fingers on the table in time with the music, a large grin on his face.
Ron lifted a microphone to his lips, his eyes opening to stare at Hermione, his hand thrusting out to point at her as he roughly sang, "Oh, I! I just died in your arms tonight! It must have been something you said. I just died in your arms tonight!" Hermione cringed. Tone deaf and desperate was not a good combination for singing. He danced around the table, shaking his bum to the music, a large, innocent smile displayed on his face. He continued singing to Hermione. "I keep looking for something I can't get. Broken hearts lie all around me, and I don't see an easy way to get out of this. Her diary, it sits on the bedside table. The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle. Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this? Oh, I! I just died in your arms tonight! It must have been something you said. I just died in your arms tonight!"
Ron fell to his knees before her on the table, singing to her with all his might. "It was a long hot night...she made it easy, she made it feel right. But now it's over, the moment has gone. I followed my hands, not my head, I know I was wrong. Oh I, I just died in your arms..." Ron trailed off as Hermione stood, glaring at him. If looks could kill, he would have been dead, buried, and rotting by now. He stared at her in fascination, wondering if she knew that her right eye twitched when she got angry.
Hermione stuttered a bit before yelling, "You're going to die, Ronald Weasley, but it won't be in MY arms!" She heaved her heavy Larry Water book at him, causing him to fall backwards as he caught it. He landed in Harry's peas and mashed potatoes before rolling onto the floor, the wind knocked out of him. He watched as Hermione huffed and puffed her way out of the hall, people pointing and laughing at her.
Ron tried to cry out, "Hermione! Wait!" but found that he couldn't speak with the large tome on his chest. He shoved it off of him, letting Harry help him up.
Harry shook his head. "What were you thinking, Ron? You embarrassed her, AND yourself! And," Harry looked him up and down before adding, "pink just is NOT your color, mate. You should try some subtle greens, maybe some nice earth tones..."
Ron pushed Harry away from him before grabbing Hermione's book and stomping after her. Draco stepped into his way. "Oh my LORD Weasley, praise Merlin! You've finally changed your mind about jumping the fence, and boy, did you do it with style! Come on hunny, let's go back to my tower so I can take YOUR tower and - HEY!"
Ron shoved Draco as hard as he could, sending him plummeting into Crabbe and Goyle, who fell down and rolled around like bowling pins. It was a satisfying sight. Ron smirked and muttered, "Strike." before peeling the gold stick-on earring off his ear and throwing it aside. He spoke the spell to end the music, trying to think of what he could do to prove to Hermione he was sincere. Obviously she hadn't appreciated his artistic way of expressing his feelings, so he would have to think of something much grander next time. His eyes lit up as he realized what he had to do. He ran back to Harry, hoping that this time, he would win Hermione's heart for good.
AN: OK, this is THE shortest chapter I have written, and I'm probably gonna get my butt kicked because of it, but the next chapter will probably be the last. See, I was going to make this chapter the last, but I figured, HEY! Why not just keep everyone in suspense?!?! But yes, the next chapter should be the last one. I'll try to make it longer! I hope you like this one, and it would have been posted sooner, had FF.net not been gone for like, four days. LOL :) This one is mainly silly, and if you don't like it, too bad! It's my story, I'll add my Ron fantasies if I want to! I MEAN...UM...FANTASIES!? NO! I DIDN'T MEAN FANTASIES! I MEAN...UH...HERMIONES! YEAH! Anyway! Enjoy, mon amies!
Chapter Nine: Artistic Expressions
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Almost immediately, Hermione started to regret what she had said. One would think that it was because she missed Ron, and was sorry that he was hurt by her words, but that certainly was not the case. No, Hermione didn't miss Ron one bit. He never gave her the chance.
The next day was perfectly fine and dandy, a normal day as ever. Hermione got out of bed, brushed her teeth, ate her breakfast, went to her classes, and did her homework, like she did every day. She liked routine, and was not about to let a little thing like wanting to be with Ron and feeling unbearable heartbreak to the very tips of her toes until she wanted to crawl into a hole and die bother her! She was Hermione Granger, after all! Yes, the day was not particularly notable, and was all together boring, as usual.
That is, until that afternoon. She was sitting outside under a large oak tree, reading chapter 450 of Larry Water and the Order of Phoenix Fries when she heard yelling. Looking up in disorientation, she tried to gather what was going on. Many students had been enjoying the lovely day outside, and Hermione noticed that the majority were now staring up at the astronomy tower in amusement and shock. Her eyes focused on a lone man standing on the balcony, shouting at the top of his lungs for everyone's attention. A shock of red hair stood out, and Hermione murmured "Oh no..." as she realized the loud fellow was none other than Ronald Weasley.
"EVERYBODY LISTEN!" Ron yelled as he jumped up and down, waving his arms around like a mad man. As soon as he had everyone's attention, he yelled, "I, RONALD ARTHUR WEASLEY, LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER! SHE IS THE ONLY GIRL FOR ME AND I WILL LOVE HER UNTIL THE DAY I DIE! HERMIONE! FORGIVE ME BABY! I'M SORRY!"
Everyone had turned to stare at Hermione, who felt as though her entire face was on fire. She giggled nervously, then flashed Ron a dirty look, slamming her book shut and running across the lawn. She turned her face toward her shoes, wishing everyone would stop staring at her. She had never been quite as embarrassed as she was at that moment. Now everyone knew that they were having issues!
Later that night at dinner, Hermione had her nose stuck in a book once again. She was eating a bit of treacle tart when she heard very loud music. The entire hall became quiet. She peered over the top of her book cautiously, trying to discern what was happening without looking interested. The music sounded like an eighties muggle song that she had once heard, but she couldn't see just what was making it. It was then that she noticed that the entire hall was staring at her. Harry's eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. Ginny was bright red and looked ready to explode with laughter. Hermione tried to ignore everyone, placing the book in front of her face. She had closed her eyes and was praying that the music had nothing to do with her when she felt someone jump onto the table she was sitting at. She dropped the book in her lap, staring up at the figure.
Ron was standing in the middle of the table facing her. He was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans and a hot pink shirt that was clearly made for a woman. It was obviously too tight for him and showed off his mid drift, baring his six pack for all to see. It clashed horribly with the orange high top sneakers he was wearing, and the gold earring in his left ear. He wore a black baseball cap covering his red hair, its bill pointed the wrong way. He had his eyes closed and looked to be lost in the music, nodding his head to the beat. Hermione looked around desperately for a savior, but there were none to be found. Even the teachers weren't helping her. They looked to be in a state of shock, all but for Dumbledore, who was tapping his fingers on the table in time with the music, a large grin on his face.
Ron lifted a microphone to his lips, his eyes opening to stare at Hermione, his hand thrusting out to point at her as he roughly sang, "Oh, I! I just died in your arms tonight! It must have been something you said. I just died in your arms tonight!" Hermione cringed. Tone deaf and desperate was not a good combination for singing. He danced around the table, shaking his bum to the music, a large, innocent smile displayed on his face. He continued singing to Hermione. "I keep looking for something I can't get. Broken hearts lie all around me, and I don't see an easy way to get out of this. Her diary, it sits on the bedside table. The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle. Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this? Oh, I! I just died in your arms tonight! It must have been something you said. I just died in your arms tonight!"
Ron fell to his knees before her on the table, singing to her with all his might. "It was a long hot night...she made it easy, she made it feel right. But now it's over, the moment has gone. I followed my hands, not my head, I know I was wrong. Oh I, I just died in your arms..." Ron trailed off as Hermione stood, glaring at him. If looks could kill, he would have been dead, buried, and rotting by now. He stared at her in fascination, wondering if she knew that her right eye twitched when she got angry.
Hermione stuttered a bit before yelling, "You're going to die, Ronald Weasley, but it won't be in MY arms!" She heaved her heavy Larry Water book at him, causing him to fall backwards as he caught it. He landed in Harry's peas and mashed potatoes before rolling onto the floor, the wind knocked out of him. He watched as Hermione huffed and puffed her way out of the hall, people pointing and laughing at her.
Ron tried to cry out, "Hermione! Wait!" but found that he couldn't speak with the large tome on his chest. He shoved it off of him, letting Harry help him up.
Harry shook his head. "What were you thinking, Ron? You embarrassed her, AND yourself! And," Harry looked him up and down before adding, "pink just is NOT your color, mate. You should try some subtle greens, maybe some nice earth tones..."
Ron pushed Harry away from him before grabbing Hermione's book and stomping after her. Draco stepped into his way. "Oh my LORD Weasley, praise Merlin! You've finally changed your mind about jumping the fence, and boy, did you do it with style! Come on hunny, let's go back to my tower so I can take YOUR tower and - HEY!"
Ron shoved Draco as hard as he could, sending him plummeting into Crabbe and Goyle, who fell down and rolled around like bowling pins. It was a satisfying sight. Ron smirked and muttered, "Strike." before peeling the gold stick-on earring off his ear and throwing it aside. He spoke the spell to end the music, trying to think of what he could do to prove to Hermione he was sincere. Obviously she hadn't appreciated his artistic way of expressing his feelings, so he would have to think of something much grander next time. His eyes lit up as he realized what he had to do. He ran back to Harry, hoping that this time, he would win Hermione's heart for good.