Maybe Tomorrow
Author's Note: Well, this is my very first songfic. If it's terrible, please tell me and I'll take it down. I'd really appreciate your input, as I've never written something like this before. I wanted to try something new. If this is the first story you're reading written by me, I ask you to take a look at my other stories before judging my writing style. Thank you.
Disclaimer: This fanfiction was inspired by the song Maybe Tomorrow, by Alex Carpenter of The Remus Lupins. I hereby disclaim the song, as well as the rights to the character. It is set during HBP. The opening text was written by JKR.
Oh
Hermione, did you hear a word I said?
Did you even know it
all?
Been dropping clues like it's my job
Changed the way I wear my tie to please you
"It's okay, we can fix it," said Hermione, pulling the essay toward her and taking out her wand.
"I love you, Hermione," said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Then he realized what he had said.
Well, it's not like she's going to know how much I really mean it, Ron reasoned with himself, She's brilliant with books and spells, but she's never noticed how I feel about her.
He had been hinting at his feelings since the beginning of sixth year, and had been ecstatic when she asked him to Slughorn's party.
At least until Ginny informed him that Hermione had snogged Krum.
Bloody Krum!
Ron had made many changes to himself for Hermione. He knew she hated it when he didn't tie his tie perfectly straight, sp even though it choked him; he had taken to doing so in hopes that something as small as that could help him somehow.
So
I ask myself what will it take?
For you to see me in that way
In the Great Hall, in the Great Hall
I'll stand atop a table and scream
She didn't even notice.
What would it take for her to notice? It seemed he had tried everything, save directly admitting his feelings to her. He was running out of ideas.
It's not like life could get any worse.
He would do it! He would climb atop of a table in the Great Hall, and finally admit his feelings for her, in front of everybody!
My favorite know it all
But I said that before
Tried to talk to you, but the ramp became the floor
Seen you eyeing me as I eyed you
I think we both are clear on what we want to do
She was so intelligent, why did he have to do this? He called her a know-it-all, but maybe he should change that to 'know-almost-all'.
Maybe it shouldn't be in front of everybody that he admit his feelings. Maybe he should tell her in private, as not to embarrass the pair of them.
She had gone to the dormitories for the night, but that wasn't going to stop him. Ron slowly ascended the staircase, but by the time his foot had touched the fifth step, the stairs disappeared, melting into a slide. He fell down it, landing at a heap on the floor.
So
I ask myself what will it take?
For you to see me in that way
In the Great Hall, oh oh oh
I'll stand atop a table and scream
I'll scream, I'll scream
Okay…so that wasn't going to work… Maybe the plan of announcing it to the Great Hall at breakfast wasn't so bad after all.
…
The next day, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the common room, completing homework that they had not had time to complete the previous evening.
When he thought she wasn't looking, Ron would steal a glance at Hermione. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her doing the same every few minutes, looking his way when she thought he was unaware,
Harry's advice is ringing in my ears
'Just do it, just do it, just do it, just…'
"Hey, mate, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Yeah, what is it?" Ron allowed himself to be pulled away by Harry.
"You like Hermione, don't you?"
"What! No I…" Ron began, ready to deny everything, but then decided against it it. "Yes, yes I do," he admitted.
"I knew it!" Harry whooped. "When are you going to tell her? "
"Well…" said Ron hesitantly, "I was thinking that maybe I could announce it in the Great Hall this morning. In front of everyone. Maybe then she'll see me the way I see her. I'm just not sure if it's a good idea."
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"Just do it," Harry advised, "you'll regret it later if you don't."
So
I ask myself what will it take?
For you to see me in that way
In the Great Hall, oh oh oh
I'll stand atop a table and scream
He would do it. She deserved to know, and he would tell her. He had loved her since 3rd year, and he was going to inform her of that very fact.
Breakfast came, and Ron refused to meet anyone's eyes, stabbing fiercely at his omelet, his heart pounding.
I love you, I love you, I love you I do
I love you, I love you, I love you I do
And it feels so good to say that I do
I love you…
"I love you," Ron whispered as quietly as possible. No one heard.
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow…
