Disclaimer: Well, do I need to say anything? I'd think it was obvious. Oh, and the song belongs to Simple Plan.
A/N: Here I am! Hopefully this chapter will be the longest of all of them, as I've planned quite a lot to happen. Sorry for the last chapter being so short, I wasn't feeling it very much. And anyway, I did get 4 reviews for last chapter, so I'm assuming that means we want an epilogue? You'll just have to say yes or no in your reviews...hehe...so sneaky am I. Haha, jk.
K9 and Co: Well, here's a little more for your enjoyment!
Kirstie232: Sorry for the short chapter, this one should be longer.
Stelski: Thank you for the complement! Haha!
Sara and her Pinkys: Don't worry, I sure you have more witty comments hidden somewhere! And yes, I wanted to kick Ron also.
As the week progressed, getting closer to the Talent Show, Ron and Hermione's relationship only seemed to get worse. They avoided each other, and when they did have to be in close proximity, it was nothing but a stony silence. On speaking terms, though it rarely happened, they were civil, but in a very strained way. Harry was becoming very irritable when it came to the two, and they soon kept their fight away from him whenever possible. The tension became so thick by Friday, that you could cut it with a knife.
And so Friday came, the day of the Talent Show, and making up seemed an impossible feet for anyone to accomplish when it came down to Ron and Hermione.
"Good Lord in Heaven above!" Harry exclaimed as Hermione had passed Ron the syrup in a cryptic, "You're welcome.", "Would you two just get over it? I know it was a pretty bad thing to do on Hermione's part, but dear mother of Troy!" and with that, Harry went and sat with Ginny and her friends, who all giggled simultaneously.
"Ron, maybe he's right, this has gone on to long, and I'm really so-"
"Forget it, Hermione." Ron interrupted. He got up roughly, scraping the bench along the floor and hurried off towards there first class. Looking after him, Hermione eyes filled with tears.
"I'm sorry, Ron..." she whispered, putting her head in her arms, her shoulders racked with her silent sobs. Harry watched sadly from afar, wishing he could do something to help his desperate friend, but knew he needed to give them some space.
After another quiet charms lesson, the trio were off for the rest of the day. All houses were let out early as to get ready for the big show.
"Ron, what are you going to do now? Are you still going to perform Wo-"
"No." Ron said coldly as the he and Harry lounged in their dorms. "Why should I? She'll probably destroy it verbally as soon as I'm done." he spat, arms folded, a glare on his face.
"Oh, Ron, don't be like that. If your to thick to realize why Hermione was trying to destroy Paul in the first place, I don't think I should tell you." and Harry left in a huff, leaving an indignant Ron in his wake.
Three hours later, Harry and Hermione were sitting in the audience waiting for the Talent Show to begin. The Great Hall had been transformed into a quaint little theater. There were chairs, facing the stage which had been placed where the Heads table had been previously.
"Harry, why are we here? I don't want to..." but Hermione trailed off as the show was about to begin.
"Well, I'm glad we could all find our way alright." began Dumbledore, standing up from his place at the judges table. "We are here to celebrate the many talents and wonders of our students, and I would appreciate it if the audience would wait to applaud until all acts are done. Thank you, and enjoy." Dumbledore sat down, and the lights dimmed.
The first act was Ernie McMillion (sp?) doing a rather difficult charm, which to Hermione was so second grade. Next was a girl from Slytherin whom Hermione didn't know, but who did have quite a good singing voice, even though Hermione didn't want to admit it. The third was Padma Patil doing a fare few summer-salts and tumbles that Hermione grudgingly admitted she would never be able to do. Fourth came another unknown, this time a Hufflepuff boy doing a pretty awesome break dance routine. The crowd really liked that one.
"Ok, ok, I can do this." Ron said, clutching his guitar, as he paced next to entrance. The hip-hop music died down, and the Hufflepuff boy came off stage, a smug smile on his lips.
"Next!" Ron heard Professor Flitwick announce, " Ron Weasly, Gryffindor, performing 'Wonderful'." His heart sank as he walked on stage slowly, about to burst from the mouth. He got to the mike, and looking out at the audience, Hermione in particular.
Bumping into the mike, Ron said quietly, " Um, change of song, I'm going to perform 'You Don't Mean Anything'. " and strapping Paul around him, Ron began to sing.
Maybe I'm just not good
enough for you
And maybe I just don't wanna
be like you
And maybe I just don't
wanna know
How low you're ready to go
I'm not gonna change
You can't make me
Hermione had to admit, Ron's voice wasn't to bad, but she had a sinking feeling she knew who this song was about. Rage filled her as he continued, and soon she was standing up, making her way over to him, breaking through people bobbing along to Ron's song.
You don't mean anything to me
You're what I never want to be
Tell me does it feel good
to be like you
Tell me why should I waste
my time with you
Running past the judges table, McGonagle stood, yelling after her, but Hermione wouldn't stop until he felt as much embarrassment as she had.
'Cuz maybe you always
bring me down
I'm sick of being pushed around
-
Hermione ran onto stage, disrupting Ron's song. "It's ok, continue." Hermione said, an idea forming. Ron was about to begin singing, but Hermione pushed him out of the way.
I'm not gonna change
You can't make me
I know you think you know me
You don't know anything
Ron pushed Hermione out of the way, and sang:
I know you want to help me
I don't need anything
Hermione pushed Ron.
Don't tell me where to go
They both sang, trying to push the other out of the way.
I don't need you to know
As the song came to a close, there was perpetual silence, before the hall erupted into a huge applause. McGonagle, however, had a different idea. Standing up and shaking with rage, she managed to say two words, "Common, now." and with a sinking feeling in both there stomachs, they walked off stage and made there way to the common room.
The way back was ensued with a horribly loud silence and when they reached the common room they huffily sat down on opposite ends of the common room.
Suddenly Ron stood up and marched over to Hermione, who stood up also. "Why did you have to do that?" Ron raged.
"What, all I did was give you a little help with your song! It was really a pretty bloody bad song!" Hermione shouted.
"Yeah, well, I think you should leave your nose out of my business!"
"Well, I think it would be considered my business if you were singing about me!"
"You deserved it! Why did you try to kill Paul!"
"It's a GUITAR! WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH IT ANYWAY? WERE YOU PLANNING A HATE SONG ABOUT ME THE WHOLE TIME!"
"NO! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT I HAD ORIGINALLY PLANNED!"
"WHAT, WAS IT A LOVE SONG TO FLUER?" Hermione taunted.
Ron's face was about as red as his hair by now, and even though he was about four inches from Hermione's face, he retorted, "NO! IT WAS ABOUT YOU! IS IT A CRIME TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT THE PERSON YOU LOVE!"
A/N: Hehe, evil I am...how do you all like the little cliffhanger? I promise a speedy update if I get some more reviews...And don't forget to tell me whether you think there should be an epilogue or no. Love ya!