Letters to You
Here's a songfic that ties in with my Hermione/Cho story, Skeletons in The Closet. It sums up how Ron feels about Hermione. Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this fic. Nor do I own the lyrics, they belong to Finch, and a great song it is too. It's one of my personal favourites, though it does have a tendency to make me cry. But it fits this story, so here we go.
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A redheaded, gangly boy sat on a window sill, tongue between his teeth, scribbling on a scrap of parchment.
Pausing for thought, Ron Weasley looked out of the window and saw Hermione Granger running along the grass to the Quidditch Pitch with his sister, looking like she didn't have a care in the world. She obviously didn't. All she cared about was herself. His fury reared itself again, and fuming he threw the letter out the window, where it floated down and landed in the courtyard, next to a black haired girl. Disgusted, he hopped down from the sill and flung himself into an armchair in front of the fire.
Sitting there, he stared into the fire. The flames flickered and danced, similarizing themselves to the emotion playing in his eyes. A song he had heard played in the Muggle Record shop at King's Cross Station came back to him;
"Can't you see, that I want to be
There with open arms
It's empty tonight, and I'm all alone
Get me through this one...
Do you notice I'm gone?
Where do you run to, so far away?"
Ron did something he hadn't done since first year when he thought he'd have to die so Harry could get to the Philosophers Stone. He let a small, hot tear drip slowly down his cheek. Gazing into the fire, he murmured the song under his breath, wishing Hermione would be there to hear him.
"I want you to know that, I miss you, I miss you so
I want you to know that, I miss you ,I miss you so
I'm writing again
These letters to you aren't much, I know
But I'm not sleeping, and you're not here
The thought stops my heart
Do you notice, I'm gone?
Where do you run to, so far away?
I want you to know that I miss you, I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you, I miss you so"
Ron lifted his head from where it had dropped on to his knees. He felt so ashamed to be-as Fred would put it-"a soppy git" but he didn't think Fred, or George, hell, even Harry knew how much he felt for Hermione. He knew Hermione didn't. But he still remembered looking into her eyes, and thinking the line from that song;
"No more looking, I've found home."
He threw a stick into the fire, scowling, even as more hot, salty tears found their paths down his face. The last lines of the song reverberated in his brain;
"I'm gone away I'm gone away I'm gone away......"
Ron stood up, and ran to his bed and dropped into a bliss; a dreamless sleep, devoid of any light brown hair or eyes the colour of new ripe wood, and scents of cherry coming from soft pink lips.
Here's a songfic that ties in with my Hermione/Cho story, Skeletons in The Closet. It sums up how Ron feels about Hermione. Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this fic. Nor do I own the lyrics, they belong to Finch, and a great song it is too. It's one of my personal favourites, though it does have a tendency to make me cry. But it fits this story, so here we go.
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A redheaded, gangly boy sat on a window sill, tongue between his teeth, scribbling on a scrap of parchment.
Pausing for thought, Ron Weasley looked out of the window and saw Hermione Granger running along the grass to the Quidditch Pitch with his sister, looking like she didn't have a care in the world. She obviously didn't. All she cared about was herself. His fury reared itself again, and fuming he threw the letter out the window, where it floated down and landed in the courtyard, next to a black haired girl. Disgusted, he hopped down from the sill and flung himself into an armchair in front of the fire.
Sitting there, he stared into the fire. The flames flickered and danced, similarizing themselves to the emotion playing in his eyes. A song he had heard played in the Muggle Record shop at King's Cross Station came back to him;
"Can't you see, that I want to be
There with open arms
It's empty tonight, and I'm all alone
Get me through this one...
Do you notice I'm gone?
Where do you run to, so far away?"
Ron did something he hadn't done since first year when he thought he'd have to die so Harry could get to the Philosophers Stone. He let a small, hot tear drip slowly down his cheek. Gazing into the fire, he murmured the song under his breath, wishing Hermione would be there to hear him.
"I want you to know that, I miss you, I miss you so
I want you to know that, I miss you ,I miss you so
I'm writing again
These letters to you aren't much, I know
But I'm not sleeping, and you're not here
The thought stops my heart
Do you notice, I'm gone?
Where do you run to, so far away?
I want you to know that I miss you, I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you, I miss you so"
Ron lifted his head from where it had dropped on to his knees. He felt so ashamed to be-as Fred would put it-"a soppy git" but he didn't think Fred, or George, hell, even Harry knew how much he felt for Hermione. He knew Hermione didn't. But he still remembered looking into her eyes, and thinking the line from that song;
"No more looking, I've found home."
He threw a stick into the fire, scowling, even as more hot, salty tears found their paths down his face. The last lines of the song reverberated in his brain;
"I'm gone away I'm gone away I'm gone away......"
Ron stood up, and ran to his bed and dropped into a bliss; a dreamless sleep, devoid of any light brown hair or eyes the colour of new ripe wood, and scents of cherry coming from soft pink lips.