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Teardrops on My Guitar
I am Hermione Granger. I am a seventh year student in Hogwarts, and I am the Head Girl. I have two best friends, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley. Ron is the Head Boy, and the love of my life.
But now, I think my heart is broken. Ron has a girlfriend. And not just any girlfriend, but possibly the prettiest, shallowest, most conceited person I know, Lavender Brown.
At breakfast, he was glancing nervously over his shoulder the entire time, so I knew something was different. But it was Harry who asked him.
“Hey, mate, what’s up? Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m great, why do you ask?” Ron replied, casting a furtive glance around the table.
“No reason really, you just keep looking over your shoulder at the Gryffindor girls,” Harry said, shrugging.
"Nah," Ron said, in an attempt at an off-hand way. "None of the girls in Gryffindor are really that great anyway."
Excuse me? I wanted to say. I was sitting right there!
"Well, okay then," Harry said skeptically.
Ron returned to his toast, but not before I saw his ears turn red. I resolved to ask him later, when Harry wasn’t around.
During free period, Harry had to go to the library to finish that Vampire essay which was due tomorrow, and Ron and I, as the Head Girl and Head Boy, had to start planning for the Welcome Back dance for the seventh years.
As we sat in the Common room, I decided to try and get some information out of him.
“So, who’s this girl you like?” I asked nonchalantly, tilting my chair on two legs.
“Wh-what?” he responded nervously. “What makes you think I like someone?”
I gave him a look.
“Well, there is this one girl,” he said timidly. “I think I really like her, so I asked her out yesterday, and she said yes.”
So it wasn’t me.
“And who is this girl?” I asked, trying not to show my hurt.
His sea-blue eyes met mine, and he said, “Lavender Brown.”
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won’t see
That I want and I’m needing, everything that we could be,
I’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she’s got everything that I have to live without
“Oh,” was all I could say. Attempting a congratulatory smile, I stood up and said, “Well, free period is almost over, so we had better head over to the library to find Harry.”
“Yeah, because I’m sure that he’s snogging a book as we speak,” joked Ron.
Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it’s so damn funny
That I can’t even see, anyone when he’s with me
He says he’s so in love, he’s finally got it right
I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night
Laughing, I didn’t even notice Harry walk into the common room until Ron said, “Hey, Harry. Better get to Charms then.”
Now, I can’t sleep. Ron’s face keeps drifting into my mind, those bright blue eyes, and endearing grin….
Then I remember that he has a girlfriend, and a single tear falls from my eye.
He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He’s the song in the car I keep singing, don’t know why I do
Who am I trying to kid? Ron will never like me in that sense, much less love me. But as I fall asleep, Ron’s face drifts to the surface of my mind again, and I smile, shedding another tear.
The next morning at breakfast in the Great Hall, Ron informs both me and Harry of the date he has later today. As I only try to smile, Harry stares incredously at me.
“You knew?” he asks.
“Of course,” I reply, waving my hand airily although my heart feels like it has been ripped to pieces. “So, Ron, when are you picking Lavender up?” I ask casually.
Once again, Harry stares. “Lavender? Why Lavender?” he asks Ron. “I mean, she’s cute enough, but isn’t she a bit too girly for your taste?”
Ron slaps himself on the forehead and says, “I forgot! I have to get Lavender’s present from the dormitories before meeting up with her!” With that, he strides out of the Great Hall.
As I watch him go, my still-tender heart pangs a little, thinking of how perfect Ron is. Yes, he can be a bit of a prat, but how sweet he is sometimes.
Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can’t breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She’d better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes, and know she’s lucky cause
He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He’s the song in the car, I keep singing don’t why I do
As more tears fall from my eyes, Harry asks, “Hermione, are you okay?”
I remember muttering something like, “I’m fine,” or “I’ll be alright,” before tearing out of the Great Hall.
Hiding myself in an alcove, I wait until the tears are gone.
What are you doing, Hermione? I ask myself. I was never a weepy person. Hermione Granger does not cry.
Throughout the rest of the day, I watch Ron with Lavender, talking excitedly about their date later that day.
When Lavender goes to sit with her friends during lunch, Harry interrogates Ron thoroughly, not noticing that my eyes are stinging again.
After lunch, as Ron goes to the gates to meet Lavender for their date in Hogsmeade, I run back up to my dormitory, which thankfully is empty, pull shut the curtains around my bed, and drown my pillow in tears.
So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I’ll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart
He’s the song in the car I keep singing, don’t know why I do
He’s the time taken up, but there’s never enough
And he’s all that I need to fall into
Composing myself, I go back down to the Common Room just when Ron walks in, talking rapidly to Harry about his date.
When Harry sees me, he clears his throat meaningfully. Ron stops talking, seeing me.
“Well, I suppose I should go, umm, do that thing I didn’t do yet,” Harry stammers awkwardly, and rushes off.
“So how did your date go?” I was saying awkwardly, before Ron cut me off.
“Look, Hermione, you don’t, er, mind that I’m seeing Lavender, do you?” he asks, meeting my eyes.
“Of course not,” I say, trying not to let the real answer show through my eyes. I attempt a smile, looking away.
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won’t see
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