Champagne High by Harrys Mistress

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 13/04/2005
Last Updated: 13/04/2005
Status: Completed

This is a fic I wrote today about one of my favorite songs. Chamapagne High by Sister Hazel. I
didn't know exactly which pairing to put it on, because it's in Ron's POV, but it has a
lot of H/Hr. If you know the song you'll know what I'm talking about. If you
don't...read and then you know. Highly suggest you download it...it's a really good
song!




1. Chapagne High
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Champagne High

Songfic based on Sister Hazel’s Champagne High

It was so surreal. Standing there next to his best mate as he watched him say his vows and
protest his undying love to the woman he use to love. Still loved, he corrected as he resisted the
urge to rub his chest where his heart ached. When he was with Hermione he wasn’t looking to the
future. It never crossed his mind to. That was his mistake.

He looked over at Hermione and his stomach clenched. She looked radiant and wondered if she ever
had that distinct twinkle in her eyes when she looked at him. No, he thought as he only half
listened to the vows she promised to Harry. No, that look was reserved for only one man. It wasn’t
him and that stung.

“Do you Harry, take this women to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

He heard Harry take in a shaky breath and his voice cracked when he spoke. “I do.”

“And do you Hermione take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

She tilted her head and smiled through her eyes that shimmered through tears. “I do.”

Ron shut his eyes as a wave of sadness hit him like a fist to the gut. Merlin, did it have to
hurt so much? To stand by and watch him lose her forever? Would it have been different if he hadn’t
hesitated? She had left him undone the day she had confirmed his suspicion and told him she loved
Harry…and only him.

**I wasn’t looking for a lifetime with you
And I never thought it would hurt just to hear
’i do’ and ’i do’
And I do a number on myself
And all that I thought to be
And you’ll be the one
That just left me undone
By my own, hesitation**

He watched them embrace and as their lips met he smiled slightly through the hurt and remembered
how they once had been. Although they bickered once every two seconds, they had some good times.
But they hadn’t meant to last. Hermione found the man she was meant to love the day she stepped
into their train compartment when they were kids. He let out a breath as the minister announced the
brand new Mr. & Mrs. Harry Potter. His quest to find the same kind of unconditional love was
far from over.**
**

**And for the million hours that we were
Well I’ll smile and remember it all
Then I’ll turn and go
While your story’s completed mine is a long way from done.**

He wondered if anyone would notice that he had his own bottle of champagne perched next to
him…complements of Dobby. He was sitting by himself at one of the many tables in the Great Hall
where the reception was being held. He considered drinking straight from the bottle, but that would
have been a bit to obvious, so he settled for the tall slim flute. He filled it to the top and
slammed it back.****

**Well I’m on a champagne high
Where will I be when I stop wondering why
On a champagne high, high**

Ron started to recall when Harry and Hermione first started to date. As the seasons passed the
closer and closer they became, that by winter it was almost too painful to even be in the same room
as them. They tried to hide it as much as they could, they hardly ever showed much affection when
he was around. At times he walked in on them or as much as he knew it was wrong watch them without
them knowing…completely harmless of course….

*Ron trotted down the steps of the Burrow and headed towards the kitchen. It was Christmas Eve
and his mother--Bless her--was by the stove preparing a feast. “Smells good, Mum.”*

*“Ah, Ron there you are.” She lifted the wooden spoon filled with her famous gravy and offered
her eighteen year old son the first taste. “Here love, tell me what you think.”*

*Happy to oblige, since Mum hardly ever let any of them sneak a taste, he gratefully took a
sip and his taste buds danced. “You’re my hero, Mum.”*

*“Doesn’t need salt?”*

*“Nope, perfect.”*

*“Good.” She blew out a breath. “That’s good. On to the dressing. Oh…Harry and Hermione
arrived. They’re in the den.”*

*“Oh.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Okay then.”*

*Mrs. Weasley’s heart went out to her son. Although he towered over her he was still her baby
boy. “I can tell them you’re not feeling well…if you’d like to sneak back upstairs and…”*

*“No Mum…it’s okay.” He kissed her cheek. “But thanks for looking out for me.”*

*With that said he left her in the kitchen and headed towards the den. He stopped short
outside the archway going in, unnoticed by either of them. They sat close together on the couch as
the Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner and the fire crackled with life in the small
fireplace. They were kissing. Ever so slowly…ever so lightly and he tried to remember if Hermione
had ever kissed him like that. Just once. But he couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Because she never did.*

It was for the best. To not only leave them alone that Christmas Eve night, but to leave what he
had with Hermione. What they had was real and he cared for her as much as he could. Unfortunately,
in the end…it wasn’t enough. And here he was, he thought bitterly as he filled his flute again.
Still alone and drowning himself in bubbly at the celebration of Mr. and Mrs. Harry Freakin
Potter.****

**
Spring turned to summer
But then winter turned to mean
The distance seemed right
At the time it was best - to leave
And to leave behind
What I once thought was fine and so real - to me
And while I’m still gone
On the quest for my song
I’m at your - celebration**

Ron could remember the exact moment when he knew he was lost to Hermione Granger. Now Hermione
Potter. It was a bittersweet moment for Ron, because it was on the day that Harry defeated
Voldemort.

*“Ron!” Hermione dropped to the grass next to him. “Are you all right?”*

*“Son of a motherless hippogriff!” he groaned as he sat up holding his aching head.*

*“Nice Ron,” she said as she helped him sit up.*

*“My head is throbbing and I can’t feel my legs. Stupid Death Eater.”*

*“Well the stupid Death Eater is unconscious and you still have your sarcasm. You’re going to
be fine.”*

*“I don’t feel fine,” he groaned.*

“*I need to go fine Harry…”*

*“What? No, wait!” He grabbed her arm before she could run off. “Hermione, you could get
hurt…”*

*“Harry is still out there, I have to help him….Ron let me go….Oh gods.”*

*Ron watched as she trailed off and her eyes widened and he turned towards the top of the
slight hill to see a dark figure stumbling over the top. He didn’t have to look twice to realize
who it was and he closed his eyes in relief. He heard Hermione sob and tear her arm away from his
grip and call out his name.*

*He let her go and watch her run to him up the top of the hill where the moonlight shined down
on Harry. He saw the look on his face when he realized that Hermione was safe and alive. It was a
look he’d never forget. He crumbled on his knees seconds before Hermione joined him and took her in
his arms. He rocked her as they wept together under the silvery moon, stroking her hair as he
murmured into her ear.*

*He had to look away. He pushed the thought aside, but he knew that Hermione could never love
him like that and he surely could never love Hermione the way Harry did. By the time Lupin came to
him to help him up, he glanced back over one last time. They hadn’t moved and they were still in a
tight embrace.*

To this day he still did not know how long they stayed like that on the small hilltop. That
night though, was the end of the road for them. Hermione found a new path and he was still
searching for his.

**
And for the million hours that we were
Well I’ll smile and remember it all
Then I’ll turn and go
While your story’s completed mine is a long way from done.**

Ron lifted his newly fresh glass and looked through the middle of the gold sparkling liquid.
Through it he saw his two best friends dancing on the dance floor in a sweet embrace as they swayed
back and forth. They both looked so happy and dammit…what was he suppose to say in his much
anticipated toast. Lie? Say how happy he was for them?

** That wasn’t true. He was happy for them but he wasn’t….happy. He lifted his glass
to the newly married couple behind their backs in a very sarcastic manner before taking another
sip. He was definitely very close to being champagne happy.

**
Well I’m on a champagne high
Where will I be when I stop wondering why
On a champagne high
I’d toast to the future but that’d be a lie
On a champagne high, high**

** What was that muggle tradition? The bride needs something new, burrowed and
something old. Harry was her something new, that was obvious. As for burrowed? Well, he wasn’t
exactly rolling in the galleons, but what little he had she was more than welcome to. He sighed and
took another sip of the champagne that was now starting to taste like water to him. He was her
something old and hell…he was so damn blue it was depressing. Huh. Isn’t that ironic?**

Your wagons been hitched to a star
Well now he’ll be your thing that’s new
Yeah what little I have you can borrow
’cause I’m old and I’m blue...

And for the million hours that we were
Well I’ll smile and remember it all
Then I’ll turn and go
While your story’s completed mine is a long way from done**

**Well I’m on a champagne high
Where will I be when I stop wondering why
On a champagne high
I’d toast to the future but that’d be a lie
On a champagne high, high**

Ron finished off the bottle filling his flute to the rim and slammed it back on the table. His
eyes looked at his glass as if he was testing it. “Well, you’re the last one.” He picked it up.
“Bottoms up.” Before he could lift it to drink and small slender hand grabbed his wrist and he
looked up to see a pair of familiar blue eyes gazing down at him. He blinked the face into focus.
“Luna?”

She smiled as she took the glass from him and set it aside. “I was wondering, Ronald. If you
would care to dance?”

He blinked up at her again in confusion as her face became more clear through the champagne
fuzz. Was she always this beautiful? Did she always have those cute freckles across her nose and a
smile that simply lit a fire deep in his gut. He opened his mouth to speak but since no words came
out he thought nodding would have to do.

She laughed softly and it rang in my ears as he let her pull him to the dance floor, worming
their way through the sea of couples. She turned and beamed up at him as she pressed her body up
against his. He couldn’t help but notice the same kind of twinkle in her eyes that Hermione had
when she looked at Harry. He swallowed the lump in his throat when she rested her head against his
chest and soon felt like he had two left feet.

She felt surprisingly good against him and her scent seem to invade all his senses. How come he
never noticed her before? Was he too wrapped up in Hermione to notice? He looked over at Harry and
Hermione as if he was looking for an answer and their eyes met his. They were smiling at him and he
couldn’t help but smile back. Ron waited for the pain to hit him like it always did when he saw
them together, but it never did.

He looked back down at Luna to see him looking back up at him. He felt her tilt her head up and
their lips met in a soft kiss. His mind was fuzzy, but not from the champagne. She was kissing him
like he had always wanted to be kissed.

Maybe his quest had finally ended after all.

**The End**

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