A/N ||Hey everyone. I don't have it finished, It's soo long and this is all I have written right now. I did have it up but it wasn't the story yet so Fanfiction.net deleted it because it was 'lists' but alas, this is not a list, it is my song fic. I've worked very hard on it. And you should all be patient when I can post anymore. So far these are only three of the ten verses of the song. I have seven to go so as you see it may take a bit with not much time to write at all.
But never fear, this is so far my second favorite fic I've written, "Are You Happy now?" being my first. Be glad that I posted this, I was going to wait til I had the whole thing.
A/N .2|| This is a sequel for those of you who don't know, it is to the song "Til I Get Over You" by Michelle Branch. I do not own the song, didn't write it. None of the characters are my own though the plot and the actions of the characters are.
Thank you and now for you feature presentation.
Til I get over you
She cries a lot, I know this because I constantly watch her. I can't help it if I want to gaze at her unkempt russet hair and lovely face for endless hours. I can't help how I feel, or the fact that she doesn't feel the same way. I told her how I felt, told her how much I loved, no love her. She didn't accept it, she didn't listen, but I know she cares, even if she says she doesn't.
Hermione Grander and I started off as friends, and at the beginning, not very good ones. I thought she was a busybody and a know-it-all. Boy was I stupid, but most children usually are. Growing up I came to appreciate her, then to fancying her. To my lick she felt the same, so we dated, and soon I knew that I loved her. It was simple, at first that is.
We had been together for nearly a year, when we took a turn for the worse. Lavender Brown told me one day right after Transfiguration that she'd been eyeing me for over a year. I was baffled, flattered too, but I saw her as a friend, and I told her that. She didn't take to that too kindly.
"I bet you that you'd like me if you weren't dating Granger," she defended herself, trying to blame it all on Hermione.
"Look, I don't like you like that, you're just a friend, and I love Hermione, whether you like it or not," I returned, anger rising in my voice.
"I'm sorry Ron, that was low of me, I didn't mean it," Lavender apologized, "Let me make up for my rudeness, would you mind eating dinner with me this evening in the kitchens?"
I didn't want to really, but I knew Hermione was busy, planning for balls, activities, and plenty more with the other prefects and the Head Boy and Girl. I wouldn't see her at all, so I decided that a dinner with a friend was harmless, so I said I'd have dinner with her, as friends.
I live that night over and over. It haunts my being, and I can never get that pang of guilt out of my heart for what I did, or didn't do. Supper went fine, we laughed, we chatted, we were friends. Until she informed me that she had a surprise for me, everything was fun.
"Well that was fun Lavender, but I need to finish Astronomy homework," I said, standing up from the chair I was sitting in.
"Ron wait," Lavender stopped me, standing up herself, "I have a surprise for you on the fourth floor, it won't take long I promise."
Seeing no harm in a few more minutes before homework, I allowed her to direct me around the fourth floor, me blinded for effect.
"It's just around here," we turned and then she ushered me into a room, "open your eyes."
It was just an empty room, nothing but some extra chairs and tables, "What's the surprise?" I asked.
I didn't notice that she closed the door, or that it was almost impossible to see, light only from the small gap of the door that was still open, "This," she replied stepping towards me and barricading me to the wall.
"Lavender what are you doing?" I asked, confusion in my voice.
She answered, but not by saying something. Lavender's lips were penetrating the skin of my neck, kissing the nape of it. I couldn't back away, because I was backed against the wall. Trying to get her off me, I pushed her away easily.
"What's the matter?" a smirk destroyed her face, "Not used to that much attention?"
"What do you think you are doing?" I spat at her, fury consuming my tone.
"I can show you a lot more fun and exotic things that Miss Granger can. You just have to let me try."
Before I could snap back at her, Lavender was on me again, biting my earlobe, violating my face with smothering kisses. I started to walk sideways, since behind me was impossible. Not being able to see, I fell upon a table. She had me trapped and in her clutches.
The more I tried to get away, Lavender fought back, harder and faster. Before I knew it, she was unbuttoning her blouse, revealing something I didn't want to see, at least not if it belonged to her.
"Ron no," she said in a giggly voice when I threw her off of my, and that was when I saw her, looking through the doorway. Hermione was watching Lavender fool around with me, at least try to.
"Hermione!" at the name Lavender leapt off of me, and I jumped to the doorway.
You know the rest of the story, I don't need to refresh your memory do I?
Let's just say that now I sit in the common room alone, do my homework by myself, and eat lunch with Seamus, Dean, and Neville.
"Every time I feel alone
I can blame it on you
And I do
You got me like a loaded gun
Golden sun, and a sky so blue."
Not too long ago, while lying in my bed in the dormitories, Hermione whispered delicately in my ear how much she loved me. Not only did she tell me, she showed me, and I returned the feeling. That day was blissful, as we spent the most important Hogsmeade trip in the castle, in each other's arms, becoming lovers. She loved me, I love her, it was a perfect tale, now it's a nightmare.
So now here I am, not paying attention to Professor Flitwick as he explains charms to us all. I always did need Hermione's help when it came to enchantments, she was always a better witch than I am wizard, and she still is. But now, I doubt that she'd help me, even though she sits right next to me, and we have to cooperate as partners in class.
Today was the first day that we had to work together in a class since what happened, and she was surprisingly compiled, cool, and unaffected.
"It's right, left, right then flick," Hermione told me after Flitwick left us to practice, then demonstrated.
I nodded in response and tried to copy exactly as she had done. Tried to get the small pillow to flip in the air with the wand movement, and I failed.
Hermione laughed a little at my attempt and walked behind me, grabbed my hand and began moving in the proper way, just as she did before, when instantaneously she stopped, dropped my hand and quickly found her seat. She brought a hand to her face and silently shook, I could tell she was sobbing, but she didn't draw any attention to herself.
I couldn't take her silent tears much longer but class was going to end in seconds, not long enough for us to talk the way we needed to. I wanted to sooth her, to comfort her tears away, with hugs and kisses, but that wouldn't happen, but it was my mission to make it possible soon, before I ended up crying like her.
"Hermione we really need to talk," I whispered, leaning closer to her so no one could hear.
"I know," she agreed, lifting her head to reveal reddened eyes, "We do."
"After class," I said, hoping she wouldn't mind, "In Moaning Myrtles bathroom, no one will be there, and we don't want any listeners."
"I can't, tomorrow, while everyone is at Hogsmeade, we'll get enough privacy," Hermione huddled her books together and rapidly walked out the door, leaving me to wait 24 agonizing hours.
"Ron are you coming?" Harry asked me, coming to my side, "Don't want to be late for lunch."
"This must be really hard on you," I said staring at the Charms room entrance.
"Not nearly as it is on you," Harry stated then added, "Or Hermione."
I shuffled my hair with the tips of my fingers and let out a long breath, "How can she not see how much I love her?" I asked myself more than Harry.
"Sorry mate, I can't answer that, but make sure when you talk to her, you tell her that. Ginny always gets all gushy when I tell her that."
"Harry I don't want to hear about you and my sister, getting mushy with one other. " I replied getting all my stuff and heading out the door, "You coming?"
Harry nodded and held everything in his arms so we could stop at the Common Room. We'd go to supper afterwards, but I'm not all that hungry. Only one thing could satisfy my hunger, and she was doing her best to ignore me.
"We both know
That we won't let it
And we both want
You left me, no choice"
I didn't see Hermione in the Great Hall at all, of course lately she'd been skipping meals all together, either that or she ate later, or at Prefect meetings. She made a wise decision, for now, the further apart we are, the better, too many things at risk. It was a surprise that I could even eat, my stomach turned and my throat was hoarse, I felt sick, but I knew I was just suffering from some sort of depression. Never had I consumed food so fast though.
"Slow down mate, you're bound to get sick," Harry chuckled when he noticed my rapid eating habit, then chomped onto a chicken wing himself.
I responded by just slowing down some, but it really didn't make a difference to me whether I ate or not, nothing was satisfying, just as I suspected. Maybe it was because I thought that moving faster and doing everything faster, would move the day on faster. My thoughts must've been pretty screwed up if I thought that was true.
Besides, why would I want to get rid of the day when the night would be worse?
If I thought the day dragged by slowly, I was really in for it at night, because I couldn't sleep. I guess you can say that I'm the type of person who can't sleep when they are thinking about something because it keeps my mind occupied, with no room for drowsiness and sleep. Eventually I did but then I dreamt about her, it was more of a memory dream, one of my favorite ones, one that I will never forget.
"This is just perfect!" Hermione exclaimed, clamping her arms around my neck, "Things couldn't get any better."
"You really shouldn't doubt my capability Hermione," I retorted, kissing her cheek as we twirled in a circle, robes flying around us.
"How could you make this any better?" she questioned, the look on her face shown as if she was baffled for once in her life time, "I have everything I want," she placed a kiss upon my lips, "and need."
We stood there for a few minutes, letting the falling snow wet our hair. numb our skin. I could feel my ears reddening from the low temperature, Hermione's cheeks were flushed, but I kissed away the purple from her lips, keeping them warm and swollen.
"Are we staying out here all day Ron?" She asked her voice so full of wonderment, and love.
"Getting cold?" I replied simply, hoping to get her frustrated, and worked up.
"You think?" she said sardonically, as she did a sort of dance to keep warm, "I didn't know we were going to stay out here this long." Hermione admitted.
"I take it you're ready for what is next on our agenda, huh?" I wrapped my arms around her to allow my body heat to linger with hers.
In response Hermione just nuzzled her snow-covered head into my chest, "I am warm, and I'm in the arms of someone I love." she spoke softly, as if chanting to herself.
"What are you mumbling about?" I asked cheerfully, leading her to the castle.
"It's just something I say when I'm cold," she explained to me, "And every time I say it, I get a sudden rush of warmth. "
We reached the main doors that lead inside, almost everyone was gone considering it was the last Hogsmeade trip before the ball we were planning. We stayed to be with each other, to do as couples normally do, and enjoy one other's company. The heat within Hogwarts consumed us right at the door, where we could finally get out of the frozen grounds.
"So where are we going?" Hermione looked up to me and stopped walking to take off her saturated scarf and gloves, then shoving them in her pockets.
"The Common Room," I began then elaborated, "to warm up in front of a fire."
"Sounds . . . warm," she finally finished.
"You are one who was always good with details," I teased her, placing a kiss on her still crimson nose.
Ignoring my comment she asked, "Can we get some hot cocoa on the way?" she asked, plea resided in her hazelnut eyes.
"Of course," I replied, "Right from the kitchens or from the Great Hall?"
"Great Hall, " she answered quickly, choosing the safer alternative, "It'll be quicker then waiting for a house elf to serve us." she added a disgusted emphasis to the last part.
"Please no S.P.E.W lectures today Hermione." I told her, she just rolled her eyes at my disinterest
I winded my arm around her waist and we walked into the Great Hall, neglected of students and teachers; only a ghost or two floated around the hall.
"Anything else that we need while we are here?" I directed at Hermione, who was had her eyes fixated on some chocolates and sweets.
"Will we have marshmallows for our hot cocoa?" her smile looked just as sweet as the candies on the table.
"What's hot chocolate without a few marshmallows?" I grabbed up a large mug of hot chocolate, and Hermione reached for the marshmallows, so she could put the right amount in the mug, "Share?"
"Yes," Hermione took a sip of the thick liquid, swallowed, then popped a round puff into her mouth, "we can share."
"All right, let's go up to the Common Room now." we made way through the Great Hall, which was still scarcely populated at the moment.
Hastily muttering the password to the Fat Lady, we entered the Common Room together, and I went to place the cocoa on a side table, Hermione lit a fire and then sat on the floor near it. She beckoned me over. I obeyed and sat next to her on the plush scarlet carpet, the cocoa forgotten.
"You forgot the hot chocolate," Hermione observed, I began to stand up to retrieve it but Hermione halted me by lacing her fingers through mine.
"Would you like to get it for you, your highness," she let my question rest in the air for a few seconds and finally spoke.
"I've thought of better ways to get warm." she replied, with a mischievous hint.
"Hermione," I whispered, leaning down to kiss the lobe of her ear, "Would you like to play some wizard's chess?"
Letting out a suppressed sigh, the ends of her mouth curved into a smile, "So you can beat me? Sure why not?"
"My set is up in my dorm, I'll go get it." I kissed her pink lips, wishing my dorm weren't so far away.
I separated my mouth from hers and got up quickly, but tried to stifle my rushed pace up to the dorm. My set was under my bed, where I always keep it, so I bent down to pull it out. As I did so, I heard a silent click of the door, as if someone wanted to enter unnoticed. Forgetting the set I stood up and twisted around, to meet the supple lips of the girl who haunted my dreams since I met her, the girl who's frizzy chestnut hair appeared in my mind non-stop, the girl who loved me.
Some how we ended on my bed, that part never was clear, just sudden. Though the removal of the clothes went slow, and steady, the perfect speed for us. The cloaks went first, along with all unnecessary clothing. When Hermione's fingers found to the zipper of my pants, I shivered.
"Ron wake up!" a voice shattered my past, my dream, and the only sleep I got all night.
I pried open my eyes to face Harry, who was standing over my bed. Anger took over the best of me and I grumbled irritably, "Never wake me up again," emphasis on every syllable.
"You just bring me down
So I'm counting the tears
Till I get over you "