(Hello there! Vienna here:D well I was on a mini road trip with my family and was listening to Maroon 5's new album Overexposed. It inspired me and well, this is what was produced. There are 14 songs meaning 15 chapters! Well I am taking a short break from Maze because I feel it's a very heavy story and my detail lacking descriptions need a little work. So I will be using this as an outlet to practice! Thanks to Ever_Diggory for reviewing Maze and giving me that tip! I hope you read this and maybe see how much you inspire! The chapters will have something to do with the title/song. Well without further ado! Review please!- xx Vienna :)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything you will find in Harry Potter or anything affiliated with Maroon 5!
One More Night:
Hermione rolled around in her bed trying to sleep as Ron snored loudly besides her. She huffed an agitated sigh and reached for her wand on the bed side table. Hermione sat up and leaned against the head post. She cast a spell quietly so she wouldn't wake him. A second later, the snoring stopped. She laid back down and rolled onto her side facing away from him.
"I hate this," she thought. She and Ron were not in love anymore. When she looked at him, all she saw was her red haired companion who she loved as a friend. Just a friend. Even Ginny had started to notice.
"You aren't yourself when you're with him. I know you love him, but you're not in love with him," she told her a few days ago.
Ginny was right. She was always right. Ron and Hermione were only together because they were compelled to be. The Golden Trio could never be apart. Harry was with Ginny now. She and Ron. All of them made the perfect family. Like it was supposed to be.
But Hermione didn't want her life to be written for her. This was her story, and she would be the author. She helped defeat one of the most dark wizards of all time. And damn it, she should at least be respected as her own self for that.
She looked at her bed mate once more. His red hair was neat, even while he was sleeping. Ron was very good looking. He had blunt features that carved a nice face and blue eyes that lit up the whole room when he was happy.
He was a beautiful man, inside and out. Ron was confident and strong. He had integrity. He wanted her to be happy and Hermione knew, that Ron would sacrifice everything for her. And when they were together in bed, she was floating. It was not love, it was lust.
But he did not have her heart. Not anymore anyway.
When they were first together, Hermione was in heaven. She felt as if she was the luckiest girl in the world. And she was! Ron doted on her. Buying her gifts, going on special dates, writing her little notes before he left in the morning. She would miss that. She would miss all the time she had spent with him.
Harry would be angry. But Ginny would make him understand. Harry still wanted to relive the glory days, something that was not possible. Hermione had advised him to stop living in the past, but he wouldn't listen. He had arranged a trip for all four of them to the Jamaican islands. Her heart sunk at the thought of having to refuse. Not just because she wanted to go, but because she did not want to hurt him. Both of them were aurors. Ginny was playing quidditch and Hermione had a wonderful job at the Ministry. They each had a month of vacation coming up soon. Harry was excited that they would all be together.
But they were always together. She was Hermione Granger, the brains of the Golden Trio. But what of that wasn't who she wanted to be?
She was supposed to be Hermione Granger, a girl who was her own person. Now she was society's.
Maybe Ron would understand. He had been pulling away more as well. When he came home, he didn't say anything. When they kissed, it was bland. No fire or passion she had felt before. Hermione could tell that he didn't feel the spark as well.
She turned away from Ron on her side. This would be the last night Hemione Granger would lay in bed with Ronald Weasley. They were not in love, they were just friends who were misguided.
"I'm leaving Ron. I'm sorry," she whispered softly. She had to say it out loud in front of him. Even if he was asleep.
She would still love him. Nothing in the entire universe could strip that feeling away. He was at a time, her everything. And that feeling, didn't just go away suddenly.
She closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep, her mind finally at peace. Her chest moved evenly and the sounds of her breathing settled. A few seconds later, a pair of blue pupils burst open and shed a slow tear. Pain embedded in every fleck as they eyes gazed over her back longing to touch her. He wanted to say don't go, but he knew what was right. If she wasn't happy, he wouldn't be happy.