Disclaimer: Me, JKR? You make me laugh! My call name might be one of a Goddess, but not that one.

Other Disclaimer: Nope, the song isn't mine either. It's Avril Lavigne's Things I'll Never Say.

A/N: thanks to my Editor, even though I disagreed with half of her changes and refused to change them, they were probably right. I'm a just stubborn, so any and all mistake you might find are mine.

Ding-dong went the doorbell, announcing the arrival of one Ginny Weasley. Then ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong it went again rapidly before Hermione got to the door. She opened it to find a very occupied Ginny. Hermione laughed. Even in her state of depression she couldn't help but laugh at the look of absolute rapture on her friend's face as she pressed the doorbell once again.

"Amazing," Ginny said as Hermione invited her in, out of the rain.

"It's called a doorbell, it's used instead of knocking because you can hear it through out the whole house."

"That makes sense." Ginny said, "ready to go?" she asked, changing the subject abruptly.

"I guess so," Hermione replied, showing Ginny into the living room as she retrieved her purse. "Where are we going, exactly?"

"I thought we'd start with a few butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks." Ginny answered.

"Ok, shall we be off then?" Hermione asked, then the two apparated.

For the next hour the two witches sat sipping butterbeer and talking. After The Three Broomsticks the girls hit a few dance clubs and two more pubs. As the night went on Hermione's emotions bounced around like a three-year-old who'd had too much sugar.

At one in the morning they could be found at a little known karaoke bar in Hogsmeade. While neither young woman was drunk, both had had a bit of alcohol and were more irresponsible than usual. They'd let their hair down, but they were still all there. Hermione was influenced enough to get up on stage and sing…throwing out the years she had kept her vocal talents secret. This surprised Ginny, because she knew that Hermione was very particular about who she would sing around.

Hermione's thoughts were on Ron as she chose a song and picked up the mike. Her head moved with the music as it begun.

I'm tugging at my hair
I'm pulling at my clothes
I'm trying to keep my cool
I know it shows
I'm staring at my feet
My cheeks are turning red
I'm searching for the words inside my head

I'm feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
Cause I know you're worth it
You're worth it
Yeah

She thought of Ron and her years in Hogwarts. After the Yule Ball in fourth year they had both become a bit more uncomfortable around each other. One of the two often had bright red cheeks…or ears as the case may be.

If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you... away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Yes, I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say

Hermione closed her eyes here, as if to give the song a deeper meaning. She was confessing the great depth of her love to Ron, and she wanted it known that she wasn't just singing. She was saying that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, she was telling a room full of strangers something she had felt since Hogwarts, but had only just recently admitted to herself.

It don't do me any good
It's just a waste of time
What use is it to you
What's on my mind
If ain't coming out
We're not going anywhere
So why can't I just tell you that I care


'So why can't I,' she asked herself. 'Why haven't I just apparated back to tell him that I love him, and that nothing as silly as a house should be able to come between us?'

(Cause) I'm feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
Cause I know you're worth it
You're worth it
Yeah

If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you... away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Yes, I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say

The door at the back of the bar opened, and two men stepped into the room and out of the rain. No one took any notice of it, and most of the room didn't even hear the door, they were all too busy listening to the song, or talking amongst themselves.

What's wrong with my tongue
These words keep slipping away
I stutter, I stumble
Like I've got nothing to say

(Cause) I'm feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
Cause I know you're worth it
You're worth it
Yeaaaaaaaah

Yes I'm wishing my life away with these things I'll never say
If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you...away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Yes, I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say
These things I'll never say

Hermione looked up, and opened her eyes. She looked at Ginny for a second before noticing a second head of Weasley red hair at the entrance. Hermione's eyes widened in horror. She dropped the mike and fled the pub, going right past him, and out the door.

For his part Ron had stood dumbfounded from the moment he walked into the pub. Hermione, dressed to kill, was standing on stage with her eyes closed, and her heart pouring out of her mouth. He was awestruck…and gaping…and still very much in love.

As for Harry, he was startled as well, for two reasons: a) he hadn't expected to see Hermione; in fact the reason for the whole night out with Ron was to get Ron's mind OFF of Hermione, and b) Harry didn't know that Hermione could sing, and therefore was not prepared to this display.

Ginny's eyes had followed Hemione's behind her. There stood her brother, gaping like an idiot, and Harry, who looked as if he had just been hit by a stunning spell. Harry was knocked out of his trance as the mike hit the floor, and one of his best friends went running past him as if a werewolf was chasing her. Ron just stood there. Ginny leapt from her seat and ran to Ron. She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him:

"Are you daft, Ron? She loves you! Follow her! Catch her! TALK to her, damn it!"

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