The Music of the Heart
Chapter Title: "My Last Name"
By: Ree
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Song: "My Last Name" by Dierks Bentley
Summary: One day when Draco Malfoy insults Ron and his being a Weasley, it finally pushes him over the edge. After teaching Malfoy a lesson, he begins to reflect on what it means to be a Weasley and even offers his special someone his last name.
Disclaimer: I am not Miss Rowling and if I were, I would be filthy rich and be in heaven, so don't sue me.
"I learned how to write it
When I first started school
Some bully didn't like it
Said it didn't sound so cool
So I had to hit him
And all I said when the blood came
Was my last name."
Walking through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a certain redheaded seventh year teen. He was tall and lanky, with bright eyes and freckles along his nose and face. And with his best friend Harry Potter, Ron Weasley was bound and determined to make this day a good one. It was the last day of N.E.W.T. exams and nothing could go wrong
"Well, well, if it isn't the Weasel," a drawling voice sneered from behind the duo. "Enjoying your last few moments of the illusion that you actually passed your exams, boys?"
"Ron, don't," Harry cautioned, although he too wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off of Draco Malfoy's face.
Draco Malfoy was the bane of their existence, a seventh-year Slytherin, and a prefect; he never missed the chance to make their lives hell. And now his pointed and pale face was alight in a sneer.
"Listen to Potter, Weasley, after all, that's about the only thing you're good for!" he jeered and laughed.
Finally, Ron couldn't take it anymore. After seven years of having that ferret insult his family, he wasn't going to let it fly one more time. His ears turning as red as his hair, the youngest son of the Weasley family stalked over to his nemesis, reached back, and punched him full on the nose. The crack that sounded was oddly satisfying and he scowled at Malfoy.
"It's Weasley, ferret-boy," Ron said confidently as he turned around and left Malfoy writhing in pain.
"Grandpa took it off to Europe
To fight the Germans in the war
It came back on some dog tags
Nobody wears no more
It's written on a headstone
In the field where he was slain
It's my last name."
"Blimey, Ron, that was amazing!" Harry grinned as he recalled the look of pain that painted Malfoy's features. "You really made that little ferret squirm. He'll think twice about getting you mad."
"Well Harry, he had it coming to him and that's all there is to it," Ron replied with a grin on his face.
"Who deserved what, exactly?" a rather bossy female voice sounded from behind the two boys.
"Mione, what are you doing, sneaking up on us like that?" Ron demanded as he put his hand on his heart. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"That's good Ronald Weasley because I overheard you and Harry talking. You know that fighting is against the rules and on the last day of N.E.W.T. exams too! You're lucky a teacher didn't see you!"
"Aw, look Ron, Mione was worried about me," Harry laughed as Hermione and Ron both blushed.
Everyone knew that the two had been going out ever since sixth yearand it was just inevitable that they would have gotten together. Still, it was fun to see them blush, as Harry was exploiting now. Ron laced his fingers through Hermione's and they continued on until they passed the trophy case. Glancing in, he saw his father's name, his brothers' names, and even his name from second year when he'd helped Harry with the basilisk and saved his sister, Ginny.
"What are you looking at Ron?" Harry asked.
"Just thinking how many of my family members have attended this school. Look, there's Gramps, right there," the redhead replied and pointed to a plaque which held his grandfather's name. "He died when he went off to fight a batch of Death Eaters with some of the Order."
"Passed down from generations
Too far back to trace
I can see all of my relations
When I look into my face
I'll never make it famous
But I'll never bring it shame
It's my last name."
Ron studied his reflection in the glass and thought of how many of his family members had come before him. The Weasley line stretched through the generations, it was almost too old to trace. But he couldn't reflect on that for long, because his friends brought him back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Fingering something in his pocket, he inhaled deeply.
"Mione, can I talk to you?" he asked.
"Sure, let's go to my room," she replied and led him to the Head Girl's room. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Well, it's like this"
"So darlin' if you're wonderin'
Why I've got you here tonight
I wanna be your husband
I want you to be my wife
Don't have much to give you
But what I got means everything
It's my last name."
Hermione looked at him curiously as he fought for the words he wanted to say. But then tears welled up in her eyes as he got down on one knee in front of her and took one of her hands in his. Of course, his ears were redder than tomatoes, but that didn't matter. All that mattered to Ron was the girl in front of himthe girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
"Hermione, we've been together officially for two years now and we've been friends for seven. I know we've had some rough spots buteven through all that we've still managed to stay together. And I can't think of anyone that makes me feel the way you do. So, even though I may not have much in the way of money, I can give you my last namewould you marry me?"
"Oh Ron!" she cried as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Weasley diamond ring that had been passed down through the generations. "Of course, Ronald Weasley, I would be proud to be your wife."
Ron grinned a mile wide as he slid the ring onto Hermione's finger and the two of them embraced tightly. Holding his fiance in his arms gave Ron the greatest feeling of alleven though they had been through their scrapes, they'd always managed to stay together. They were made for each other, he knew, because she taught him to be responsible and he made sure that she had fun once in a while. She was calm while he was angry, and he was reassuring when she was in a frenzy, and not only that, but he loved her with all of his heart. And was so glad that she had accepted him and his last name.
"Passed down from generations
Too far back to trace
I can see all of my relations
When I look into my face
I'll never make it famous
But I'll never bring it shame
It's my last name
Oh it's my last name."
That was a spin on my themes, I must say. I usually only write slash, but this song was just too perfect for Ron that I had to write this. I hope that you like it and stay tuned for the next songfic coming in a few daysif finals haven't killed me by then. R&R!! And thanks to the reviewer who pointed out my mistake on the summary. Thank you!
Ree