Crawling Back
"Promise you won't tell anyone? Especially not Ron. He wouldn't understand, especially with how he's been acting lately," Hermione asked Harry, who nodded in responce.
"Of course I won't tell. You know me," He said with a smile. Hermione stood up on tip-toe and kissed him on the cheek. There was a huge crash coming from behind Hermione, so she turned to see Ron, open mouthed, with a broken bowl around his feet that looked like it had been full of porridge. He started turning red, his lips moving, searching for words to say. His eyes began to glaze over, and Hermione reached out her hand and began to walk toward him, "Ron..."
"NO!" he shouted, withdrawing before Hermione would touch him. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE HERMIONE!" He bellowed, pointing his spoon at her face.
Her hand came up to cover her mouth, and tears started to flow down her cheeks.
"NOW!" He screamed. She looked up at him through her tearing eyes, and he glared at her. The glare that he always gave to Malfoy. She let out a small wimper before running past Ron, through the kitchen, out the back door of The Burrow, and into the moonlight. She could hear the muffled yells of Harry, that sounded something along the lines of, "You IDIOT! Look what you've DONE! THAT'S THE THIRD TIME TODAY THAT YOU'VE BLOWN UP ON HER!"
Hermione's knees hit the ground and she fell face first, catching herself with her hands. She cried freely, letting out gasps of air and shuddering. A small pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet with surprising strength. Hermione saw the blurry forms of Ginny and Molly Weasley in front of her, Ginny still holding fast to her shoulders.
"It's ok, Hermione," she said with a surprisingly calm voice, and continued, "Don't worry ab-" but she was cut off.
Hermione wimpered as she heard Ron's outburst from inside. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, HARRY! IS MY SISTER NOT GOOD ENOUGH SO YOU HAVE TO TAKE MY GIRL TOO!" Hermione shuddred again, and continued to sob.
"C'mon Mione, I'm going to take you inside so you can floo home." Molly said, "I'll send your bags after you." Ginny began to lead her inside, and back through the door.
She heard a thump from the living room, and Harry's voice continue once again, but at a much softer level.
"I am NOT taking Hermione from you. And if she could hear you call her 'your girl' she would hex you for it." He said, "Ennervate," he encanted, and Ron jumped up from where he had fallen on the floor. Hermione tried to stop Ginny from dragging her into the living room, but to no avail. The moment she saw Ron, she stopped dead in her tracks, and he looked up to her, his face still red from his anger. "Hermione," he said, "I'm so-"
"SHUT YOUR FACE, RON! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed, and took a hanful of Floo Powder that Mrs. Weasley was holding out to her. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasly, for the lovely time." She gave her a hug, and gave one to Ginny as well. She walked up to Harry and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks," she whispered to him under her breath so no one else could hear it and gave him a hug as well. She walked into the fireplace, and turned around, looking around the room. Ron was looking at her, actually surprised that she hadn't given him a goodbye kiss. She threw the powder into the stone interior of the fireplace, and carefuly recited her address in a monotone voice. She became engulphed in green flames and began to fall, landing in the living room of her home in London. She heard her father's voice from the diretion of the kitchen. "Hermione? Why are you home so soon?" he asked, walking into the room.
"No reason, just wanted to come!" she said enthusiasticly, plastering a fake grin on her face. "Mrs. Weasley said that she would send my bags over soon. I don't know where they'll end up in the house, do keep an eye out for them, ok?" She said as she left the room and headed up the stairs to her bedroom.
Everybody knows that I was such a fool to ever let go of you
Baby I was wrong
Yeah I know I said we'd be better off alone
It was time that we moved on
I know I broke your heart, I didn't mean to break your heart
But Baby here I am
"HERMIONE!" Her mother hollored from downstairs. "TELEPHONE!" Hermione closed her book and decended the stairs. She took the phone from her mother's hand. "Hello?"
"Hermione?"
"Who is this?"
"It's Ron... I'm so-"
Hermione slammed the phone back down on the reciever, holding back her tears. "Idiot," she mumbled.
"What did you say, dear?"
"Nothing Mum!"
The phone rang agin, and for the third time that day, Hermione picked it up to hear Ron on the other end. She just slammed the phone down without saying anything and walked back up to her room, where she found Pig cornered by Crookshanks. She tore the letter off of his leg and glanced down at the bottom, where it read, Ron. She ripped it up, and gave Pig a treat before sending him back out the window. "Moron..." she mumbled again.
Banging on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor,
My hands and knees are bruised,
And I'm crawling back to you.
Begging for a second chance
Are you gonna let me in?
I was running from the truth
And now I'm crawling back to you
The thunder rolled outside, and the rain poured down in heavy drops. "I would hate to be out tonight!" Mrs Granger commented as she looked out the window. "Horrible weather." She sat down on the sofa next to Hermione, "Why are you so down in the dumps, dear?" Hermione just shrugged, and watched her father, who was tending the fire.
"Mum, why is it that boys are so confusing?" She asked, hoping that her mother would have an answer to the only question that she couldn't research to find the answer herself. Her mother just smiled and watched her husband.
"I don't know. I don't even think that they know." She shrugged.
"I'm going to go get myself a glass of water," Hermione said as she stood up and walked off to the kitchen.
DING DONG!
"Will you get that Hermione?" Her father called
"Yes!" she yelled back, walking across the kitchen and into the front room. Lightning cracked overhead. "Who would be out in this weather?" she mumbled.
She opened the door, and saw a mop of messy red hair. Ron was on his knees on the front doorstep, and she looked down at him, glared, and then slammed the door.
I know you're in there and you can make me wait
But I'm not gonna wait
It's the least that I can do to tell you face to face
The doorbell rang again, and Hermione opened it roughly. "What Ron!" she demended feircely.
I was Lying to myself
And now I'm dying in this hell
Girl I know you're mad,
I can't blame you for being mad
But baby here I am
"I know you're mad, Mione..."
"Damn right I am!"
"But I just want to tell you that I'm sorry and that I shouldn't have reacted like that. I was lying to myself. I really am sorry."
Banging on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor,
My hands and knees are bruised,
And I'm crawling back to you.
Begging for a second chance
Are you gonna let me in?
I was running from the truth
And now I'm crawling back to you
Hermione looked down at Ron. He was soaked, his hands were shaking, and he was really pale. He looked up to meet her eyes, and she saw that he was crying. Actually crying.
If you could see these tears I'm crying
Touch these hands that can't stop shaking
Hear my heart that's barely beating
You will see a different man
But Baby here I am
Hermione grabbed his shaking hands and pulled him to his feet. She looked up into his blue eyes and saw that he really was hurt. "Come inside," she told him, her voice once again soft and gentle. She handed him a towel and shut the front door.
"I'm so-" Ron began
"It's ok, Ron. I'm sorry," she stated, stood on her tip toes, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Banging on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor,
My hands and knees are bruised,
And I'm crawling back to you.
Begging for a second chance
Are you gonna let me in?
I was running from the truth
And now I'm crawling back to you
Banging on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor,
I was runing from the truth,
Now I'm crawling back to you.
Crawling back to you
Crawling back to you
Crawling back to you