Songfic: There's a Fine, Fine Line from Avenue Q
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Ron was sitting and looking at the fire. This time, instead of looking at it lovingly and thinking of Hermione, he thought of throwing Hermione in. He hated her. At least, he tried to. He still liked her. Not as much as before, but he still liked her. He could never hate her.
'There's a fine, fine line Between a lover, and a friend And there's a fine, fine line Between reality and pretend And you never know Till you reach the top If it was worth the uphill climb There's a fine, fine Between love and a waste of time.'
But he was mad at her. How could she abuse him like that? Abuse their friendship? Abuse his trust? First in the library, then in common room? But he had to stop thinking about it. Yeah, right, like that was ever going to happen. She said she loved Harry. Why couldn't he remember the numerous times she said that? She said there were over completely. Why couldn't he remember that?
'There's a fine, fine line Between a fairy tale and a lie And there's a fine, fine line Between "You're wonderful," and, "Good-bye." I guess if someone doesn't love you back It isn't such a crime. But there's a fine, fine line Between love and a waste of your time.'
She couldn't use him only when she needed him because she felt sad or heartbroken or whatever, and discard him when she didn't because "Harry said hi to me today! Giggle, giggle, giggle!" She could be his friend. But nothing more. No second chances. 'I mean, Harry, Ron, Harry, Ron! Pick one! We don't have all day here!' he thought as he still stared at the fire angrily.
'And I don't have the time To waste on you anymore. I don't think that you even know What you're looking for! For my own sanity, I've got to close the door And walk away... Oh...'
"I'm sorry," a voice said softly behind him. "I'm a jerk. You have every right to hate me. I'm so self-centered, idiotic and-and..." Ron knew it was Hermione talking, but he wasn't ready to forgive yet. But he'd let her think he was. 'Then I'll hurt her, like she hurt me,' Ron thought nastily.
"And beautiful," Ron finished for her. He could almost see her looking at him bewilderedly. "Beautifully evil, that is. And just so you know, I do hate you." He got up and walked away feeling very good with himself. But soon, he felt pain, as if those words were directed at him, and not Hermione. He turned around and saw Hermione crying in the chair he was sitting in. He also saw Harry staring at her.
'There's a fine, fine line Between together and not. And there's a fine, fine line Between what you wanted and what you got. You gotta go after the things you want While you're still in your prime.'
Harry stepped forward, and Hermione ran away with Crookshanks in her arms. Almost as if she knew Harry was there, and didn't want to see him. 'But she couldn't have seen him.' Harry looked defeated and walked away. Suddenly, Ron was the only one in the common room again. He went upstairs to his room.
'There's a fine, fine line Between love and a waste of your time.'
'I'm going home,' Ron thought once he got to his dormitory. 'First thing in the morning, I'm going home.' He repeated those words over and over again in his head until he went to sleep.
Ron was sitting and looking at the fire. This time, instead of looking at it lovingly and thinking of Hermione, he thought of throwing Hermione in. He hated her. At least, he tried to. He still liked her. Not as much as before, but he still liked her. He could never hate her.
'There's a fine, fine line Between a lover, and a friend And there's a fine, fine line Between reality and pretend And you never know Till you reach the top If it was worth the uphill climb There's a fine, fine Between love and a waste of time.'
But he was mad at her. How could she abuse him like that? Abuse their friendship? Abuse his trust? First in the library, then in common room? But he had to stop thinking about it. Yeah, right, like that was ever going to happen. She said she loved Harry. Why couldn't he remember the numerous times she said that? She said there were over completely. Why couldn't he remember that?
'There's a fine, fine line Between a fairy tale and a lie And there's a fine, fine line Between "You're wonderful," and, "Good-bye." I guess if someone doesn't love you back It isn't such a crime. But there's a fine, fine line Between love and a waste of your time.'
She couldn't use him only when she needed him because she felt sad or heartbroken or whatever, and discard him when she didn't because "Harry said hi to me today! Giggle, giggle, giggle!" She could be his friend. But nothing more. No second chances. 'I mean, Harry, Ron, Harry, Ron! Pick one! We don't have all day here!' he thought as he still stared at the fire angrily.
'And I don't have the time To waste on you anymore. I don't think that you even know What you're looking for! For my own sanity, I've got to close the door And walk away... Oh...'
"I'm sorry," a voice said softly behind him. "I'm a jerk. You have every right to hate me. I'm so self-centered, idiotic and-and..." Ron knew it was Hermione talking, but he wasn't ready to forgive yet. But he'd let her think he was. 'Then I'll hurt her, like she hurt me,' Ron thought nastily.
"And beautiful," Ron finished for her. He could almost see her looking at him bewilderedly. "Beautifully evil, that is. And just so you know, I do hate you." He got up and walked away feeling very good with himself. But soon, he felt pain, as if those words were directed at him, and not Hermione. He turned around and saw Hermione crying in the chair he was sitting in. He also saw Harry staring at her.
'There's a fine, fine line Between together and not. And there's a fine, fine line Between what you wanted and what you got. You gotta go after the things you want While you're still in your prime.'
Harry stepped forward, and Hermione ran away with Crookshanks in her arms. Almost as if she knew Harry was there, and didn't want to see him. 'But she couldn't have seen him.' Harry looked defeated and walked away. Suddenly, Ron was the only one in the common room again. He went upstairs to his room.
'There's a fine, fine line Between love and a waste of your time.'
'I'm going home,' Ron thought once he got to his dormitory. 'First thing in the morning, I'm going home.' He repeated those words over and over again in his head until he went to sleep.
