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Well I didn't quite reach my review goal… but that's ok, because I just couldn't wait to put up this chapter.
This is THE chapter… well maybe not THE chapter, but it's a very interesting chapter. This is a song chapter… stay with me here. The song is "Nothing Better" by The Postal Service. The rules are this: only the items in "quotes" are the lyrics to the song… and yes the lyrics will make sense, but don't freak out if maybe a few phrases seem like they don't quite fit. It is only a song after all, but it should work for the most part.
And now… chapter 8!
Chapter eight
Nothing Better plus The Fall
Against all of her instincts to run out of there and slam the door in his face, Hermione decided to just listen to what he had to say. It had better be good, she thought. She refused his offer to sit down, trying to maintain at least little power over him. She sighed heavily and glared, waiting for his explanation.
But what she got didn't sound like an explanation at all… it was more like Ron ranting to himself:
"Will someone please call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart that you're deserting for better company?"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I can't except that it's over: I will block the door like a goalie tending the net in the third quarter of a tied game rivalry."
I should just leave. But she couldn't quite make her legs move.
"So-"
What poetic rambling will he feed me now?
"-Just say how to make it right, and I swear I'll do my best to comply."
There was an uncomfortable silence. He could see that she wasn't impressed. She hadn't said a thing yet. Was she even listening? He just needed to tell her exactly how he felt. Just let it all come out.
"Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better…"
Her head perked up a little. He continued.
"…Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together."
She couldn't help but picture herself with Ron as an old happy couple. She shook her head as if to erase the image from her mind. She wouldn't let him win her over, at least not that easily. Hermione needed to appear stone cold, even if she was melting on the inside. She needed to end this now.
"I feel I must interject here, you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions of gaps in history."
She paused, he looked close to tears.
"So let me help you remember, I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear. I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave."
She started towards the door. It took Ron a second to figure out what she was doing. He was in a daze. In a panicky flight, he hurled himself in front of the door, blocking her only escape.
She sighed, and tried to remain calm.
"Please back away and let me go."
"I can't, my Darling, I love you so."
Hermione looked annoyed, if anything. Does this not hurt her at all? He thought.
"Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better, than making you my bride and slowly growing old together."
She was getting truly frustrated now.
"Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future…"
His face fell, but he remained solidly stationed in front of the door.
"You heart won't get right if you keep tearing out the sutures."
Her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't believe this was really how things had turned out.
Conceding to the fact that Ron was much bigger than her, and she would never get through that door without a fight (especially in her condition), she slowly turned and wandered out to the terrace. She took a few steps to the rail, and looked down at the damp street below. A tear trickled down her cheek.
Ron dared to move. He carefully followed her out there, prepared to barricade the door again if necessary. When he reached the opening out to the small balcony, he saw Hermione with her back facing him.
"I admit that I have made mistakes…" He began.
Hermione made a small grunting noise of agreement.
"…And I swear I'll never wrong you again."
Hermione quickly changed it to a noise of disbelief. She turned to face him. She was barely audible over the city noise:
"You've got a lure I can't deny,"
It killed her to have to say these next words:
"But you've had your chance, now say goodbye."
Ron approached her, and she leaned back against the rail, trying to avoid his touch.
"Say goodbye-"
The infamously faulty rail finally gave out with a loud groan, and Hermione fell four stories down along with it.
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