This is a songfic based off the song "One Week," by Barenaked Ladies. When I heard the song, and read the lyrics, it just seemed to fit Ron and Hermione perfectly, well except for the parts that are kinda confusing, and seem to have no meaning…
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any affiliates of it, nor do I own this song or band.
One Week
Ron sat silently on his bed. Hermione and he hadn't talked in a week after their latest dispute. He couldn't even remember really what it was about, there was something about her birthday, and how he just might have forgotten it for the third year in a row. He felt it was best left as ancient history. He missed how Hermione would laugh at the small things he would say or do that she called "cute." He'd realized it was his fault, and even though she'd apologized for blowing up so badly, (and throwing a book at his head,) she had decide to ignore him since he wouldn't say he was sorry. He knew how this would go. They had almost their own "cycle" of things. They would fight, she'd get mad for a week, then apologize, then two days later, he'd apologize.
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.
Five days since you laughed at me
Saying get that together come back and see me.
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the chalet swiss
I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like leann rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver
Ron decided that he probably shouldn't have laughed either when Hermione was yelling at him, but he thought she was funny when she got mad. He felt really bad though, when he saw the tears in her eyes. He couldn't help it though. He had even laughed at his Uncle's funeral! (He never really liked the guy very much anyway.) He knew she had to understand, she knew he pretty much wore his mind on his sleeve fo goodness sake!
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It had been one week since she proclaimed herself crazy because of him. Five whole days since she had jumped on him, (jokingly then, of course,) because he had stolen her favorite book so they could play chess.
It had been three days since that afternoon when she had called saying she realized it wasn't his fault. But right after the words were out of her mouth, he was agreeing.
Yesterday she probably would have forgiven him, but not now. So he decided to sit back and wait 'till she said sorry.
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry
Chickity china the chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin x-files with no lights on, we're dans la maison
I hope the smoking man's in this one
Like harrison ford I'm getting frantic
Like sting I'm tantric
Like snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like kurasawa I make mad films
Okay I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my
Irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with sailor moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry
Five days since I laughed at you
And said you just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birchmount stadium, home of the robbie
A/N: I actually really liked that. I just think that the song fits them so well. And with the ending, you can imagine up anything you want to happen. Please review! Any kind of reviews are welcome, even flames! (personally, I find flames quite amusing.)
