A/N: This is the new and improved Chapter 6, complete with author's notes!
Yule Ball
Hermione and her band were standing on stage merely seconds before the dance was scheduled to start. She felt as if pure, concentrated, nervousness was pulsing through her veins, but she needed to do this or at least attempt to. Hermione had handed out the music to the song she had written a few days ago, but "forgetting" to give them the lyrics. The people flooded in wearing their most fashionable attire. Hermione looked down at her own dress, which was black with slits made in the arms and on the sides of the legs (Parvati had bought it for her). Her breath quickened as she approached the microphone, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Harry waving and cheering her on.
"Good luck!" he mouthed to her.
With a smile (her first one in nearly two days) she strapped on her guitar. "Okay guys, we'll do Pieces first then Time and so on. Just like we practiced alright?"
"What about the mystery song?" Lavender questioned.
"Oh, I'm saving that later," she replied. "Hello we're Witches Brew, we hope you enjoy are performance. We are going to start with an upbeat song called Pieces, enjoy!" she shouted as everyone clapped for them.
Hermione had managed to survive through most of the dance, until Ron arrived. He poked his head through the doors at first, and then he proceeded towards the punch bowl. Her breath caught in her throat mid-song when she saw he was alone, but she managed to keep it in check until the song ended. Harry waved her down from the stage during an intermission "Are you okay?" he asked "Can you handle him being here? I'll ask him to leave if you want me to."
"Yeah I'm fine, but I don't understand, why did he even bother coming?" she said as she glared over to where Ron was sitting alone and looking rather silly.
"Hermione, he came to see you."
"It doesn't matter that doesn't make up for what he did," she said a little too rudely.
"I know it doesn't."
"I have to go were starting," she said with a wave. She didn't want to hear him defend Ron. "This is it," she thought as she walked up to the stage. "Guys, play the mystery song."
"Alright, it's your call," Ginny replied without a moment's hesitation, they trusted Hermione.
"Umm…hello. Are you folks enjoying the dance?" she asked. They cheered so she continued "This song is a little different then most of the other stuff you've heard tonight, so just bear with me." She picked up her guitar and began gently strumming it as she cleared her throat "Tell me who should I be to make you love me? Tell me what does it mean to be alone? Can't you see me standing staring out from a distance. Hear my cry if you'd only listen. Out of focus into me and you." She gently sang into the microphone. "God they think I'm crazy. This is definitely not what they're used to" she thought. "Kiss me fool if you care, if your words have any meaning. Playing it cool is so unfair. Why this veil of secrecy? I'm aware that all in love is fair but that's no reason to make me feel this way! Why can't someone like you be like someone like me?" Ron's face was scarlet, she was looking at him, and he knew it. "Tell me who should I be to make you love me? Tell me what does it mean to be alone? Can't you see me standing staring out from a distance? Hear my cry if you'd only listen. Out of focus into me and you," her voice slowed to almost a whisper and she played lightly. "And it hurts me so bad to deny it. These feeling are out of control. Do you know what it's like to want something so bad, and then having to let it go? And it hurts me to know that these times in our lives' so soon will be in the past. And we wasted it pretending and playing it cool, never knowing what, what we could have been!" She was screaming a little more than she meant to at the end of that line, but the audience didn't seem to notice. They were clapping and cheering, but not really listening to the words. Only two people were: Ron and Harry, and that was all that mattered. "Tell me who should I be to make you love me? Tell me what does it mean to be alone," she sang so angrily she felt like she was going to burst. "You've got me wondering if I'm good enough, pretty enough, giving enough, special enough!" Tears welled in her eyes as she begged herself not to cry in front of all these people. "Just one more line," she thought. "TELL ME WHO SHOULD I BE TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME?!" The microphone slipped and fell to the floor, and everyone stared in amazement as she ran out of the Great Hall, sobbing. Ron got up and stormed after her.
A/N Part 2: So how was it? Some people have asked me if I wrote that song, but sadly I didn't. Fefe Dobson actually performs that song and the minute I heard it I thought of this story. If you have her self titled CD or have access to that song on Music AOL or any other website you should listen to it, it makes the story seem to come to life and you can almost hear Hermione singing (I know creepy, but true). I'm looking forward to reviews so keep em' coming. P.S. I have one chapter left, but I'm not going to post it until I get 10 reviews on this one. (I know, I'm so mean)
P.S.S. Oh and miss-sim4life you should post your fanfiction for this song I would really love to read it. It would be cool to see how someone else interpreted her lyrics and made them into a story.