: All the characters and magic and such belong to JKR. The song ‘Stay’ belongs to Lisa Loeb.
: This is a series of song fiction, about the relationships between the characters of Harry Potter. This is only the first of the many song fics I have in store, so enjoy…oh yeah…R&R!
You say I only hear what I want to.
You say I talk so all the time…so.
Hermione Granger had lived a life in the Wizarding World after she graduated from Hogwarts…most importantly, after Voldemort had been defeated. She moved into a flat with Harry, Ginny, and her then boyfriend…Ron. But today, would be the first day of her life she would not live in the flat. She was going to Bulgaria to study more of her Arithmancy and Alchemy…and to be with Viktor, who had promised her things between the both of them would work. And truthfully, that’s all Hermione ever wanted; for something to work.
She glanced around her bedroom one last time. There had been linings where she hung calendars and Arithmancy Charts and a whole bunch of other things that she had packed in her trunk. She smiled, knowing that one day she’d come back to the flat to live with her friends again. At her last look of the bedroom, she brought her rucksack over her shoulder, bringing her wand from her pocket of her robes. She pointed it at her trunk, and magicked them into the living room, where on the couch, Ginny, Harry and Ron had sat.
Ginny had been sobbing into Harry’s shoulder, Harry had been trying to calm Ginny down, but would look up at Hermione and smile. Hermione knew perfectly well that Harry had supported her decision to go to Bulgaria the first time she had announced she was going. So had Ginny, but Ron on the other hand had interrogated her. Afterwards he’d eat portions that were unlike his usual portions, hardly come down from his bedroom on weekends, and avoid Hermione.
“Ginny,” Hermione said consolingly. “Come here.”
At that, the redheaded woman rose to her feet from the couch, and gave Hermione a smile as she pulled her into a hug. They remained in that position for a while until Ginny finally let go. Ginny gave her a weak smile before a few more tear drops fell down her cheeks, and she slowly walked upstairs.
“Harry,” Hermione said with a grin. “Come on.”
Harry slowly rose to his feet and immediately pulled Hermione into a hug, and gently kissed her on the forehead. Their friendship was indeed platonic. Hermione always thought of Harry as the brother she never had. He’d always been there for her, and she for him. Hermione wouldn’t know what to do without him.
“Tell Viktor,” Harry said with his face buried in her bushy hair. “If he breaks your heart, his life will be a living hell.”
At this, Hermione laughed. Harry was much like a brother she’d never had. Always over protective, always there to give her advice that she wouldn’t know of. Without Harry, Hermione probably would’ve never ended up with Ron, who she was now standing alone with because Harry had left to check up on Ginny. Being with Ron was nerve racking though…because whenever she was with him, she’d look back on her old relationship with him.
And I thought what I felt was simple.
And I thought that I don’t belong.
And now that I am leaving,
Now I know that I did something wrong ‘cause I missed you.
Yeah, I missed you.
Hermione had her gazed at the man who was sitting down looking up at her. His eyes were red, and the only guess Hermione could make was that he’d been crying. He rose to his feet, and took Hermione’s hand. He’d been a whole seven inches taller than her, so he had to look down at her, as she had to look up at him.
“Hermione,” Ron had begun. “Before you go…I want to ask you something.”
“What is it?”
“When we were together, what didn’t work out?”
Hermione felt like someone like Neville Longbottom had hit her. Her mouth was agape, and she hadn’t known how to respond to the question she’d been asked. She hadn’t even known why she left Ron. She thought she had when she first told him that their relationship wouldn’t work, but…now she’d been unsure.
“I guess I just thought,” Hermione began. “That we argue too much, and we’re total and complete -”
“Opposites?” Ron interrupted. “That’s funny. ‘Cause I don’t see anything you and Vicky
have in common. In fact, he’s just like me! A big, stupid git with nothing but Quidditch on the brain, with the exception that I’m a lot more good looking than he is!”
“Stop it, Ron,” Hermione said, as she now looked hurt at Ron’s words. “I’m sorry I left you, and I’m sorry I’m leaving now…but…I have to go.”
“Why do you have to go Hermione?” Ron pressed on as he folded his arms over his chest. “’Cause it’s not to clear to me. Why do you have to go to Bulgaria
of all places? You say it’s because they are most intelligent in Alchemy and Arithmancy, but I think its something else!”
“Oh really?” Hermione responded, her anger now picking up it’s pace. “What exactly is that something else, Ron?”
“You want to go,” Ron began, now looking a little hurt, himself. “So you can snog Viktor all you want…without leaving lipstick prints in your letters.”
“I’ve got to go,” Hermione finally chimed in after a long pause. She raised her wand to her trunk and magicked it to the fireplace. She didn’t want to hear much more of him saying ridiculous things. But before she entered the fireplace, she was pulled back, and turned around.
“You and I are going to talk,” He said. “Now. Before you go.”
“Do you not listen?” Hermione bellowed. “I have to GO!”
“No, you don’t listen, Hermione,” Ron shouted back, silencing the girl who’s wrist he was holding. “We need
to talk. Not later through owls, not when you get back…now.”
And you say I only hear what I want to:
I don't listen hard,
I don't pay attention to the distance that you're running
or to anyone, anywhere,
I don't understand if you really care,
I'm only hearing negative: no, no, no.
Hermione and Ron sat at the table in the kitchen when she finally agreed to talk with him. She took a sip out of her mug, waiting for him to begin the conversation he had so eagerly wanted. She didn’t know what had gotten into him. He was moping about the flat, rarely eating, and now he wasn’t talking when he even claimed he wanted to. But that changed when he finally spoke up.
“‘Mione,” Ron had muttered. “Why are you leaving?”
“Well,” Hermione had begun. “After we broke up Viktor and I continued to talk…and he promised me a better life in Bulgaria so -”
“Wait just one bloody second,” Ron interrupted. “You honestly think that Viktor could give you a better life than your friends?!”
“No,” she responded, knowing that what she said came out totally wrong. “Not at all. It’s just that…I think it’s best that I leave London for now. To get myself straight.”
“About us,” Ron said nodding.
“Yeah,” Hermione managed to mumble.
“You realize,” Ron said as he looked into his coffee mug. “You’re hurting everyone…just leaving like this.”
“That’s funny,” Hermione said sarcastically. “Because Harry and Ginny are supportive about me going. Wish I could say the same for you.”
“Despite how supportive they are, they’re still upset!”
“I’ll be back in four months!”
“Four months is a long time, Hermione! You can’t just expect us to sit around and not miss you!”
“I don’t need this.”
At that, Hermione stood from her chair and walked to the wireless. She turned it on, and turned the dial until a proper radio station had come on. It was playing a muggle song, which Hermione had liked. She from the dial opposite the tuner, and turned the radio up, sounding out Ron's angry voice.
So I turned the radio on;
I turned the radio up,
And this woman was singing my song.
Lover’s in love, but the other’s run away.
Lover is crying ‘cause the other won’t stay.
Hermione had forced her tears in. She knew perfectly well she hadn’t wanted to leave, and Bulgaria wasn’t the place for her. But Viktor offered that she lived with him for a while to clear her head. All she wanted was to be happy, and if clearing her head did that, she had no choice but to follow her instincts.
“Hermione,” Ron said coming up from behind her, and turned off the wireless. “If you leave, I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”
“Ron, aren’t helpless,” Hermione mumbled coolly as she forced her way around him, making her way out of the kitchen. “I’m sure when I’m gone, you’ll be doing a bit of thinking like I will.”
“If I do, most of that thinking will be of you.” Ron replied. “Hermione, you know how I feel about you, don’t be na´ve.”
This stopped Hermione. She blinked, doing the one thing she didn’t want to: cried. The single tear fell down her cheek. She immediately wiped it away, and turned to face Ron, knowing she had to go before anything got worse.
“I’ve got to go,” She said. At that, she turned around and headed back into the living room, Ron following behind her.
You said that I was na´ve,
And I thought that I was strong.
I thought, “Hey, I can leave, I can leave!”
But now I know that I was wrong ‘cause I missed you.
For the second time that day, Ron grabbed her wrist and spun her around to get her attention. Hermione would have thought he was furious. Oh, on the contrary. His eyes were soft, and he looked very hurt. At this expression, Hermione softened the look she had put on and looked into his baby blue eyes. And from her chocolate eyes, she let the tears flow freely.
“Ron,” she said. “Please. I have to go! I have
to do this.”
“Why?” Ron said, nearly on the verge of tears. “Why do you have
to go? To study Arithmancy and Alchemy? Snog Viktor? What else
, Hermione, hm?”
“I want us to have a chance, Ron,” Hermione said. “And if I want that…then I have to be with Viktor for a while. To clear my head.”
“Hermione,” Ron breathed. He was taken aback by her words. That she wanted them to have a chance. But Ron didn’t see how being with Viktor for four months helped their chances. How being with Viktor could’ve cleared Hermione’s head.
“Goodbye, Ron,” Hermione said. But before Hermione could even turn to walk to the fireplace, Ron approached her and collapsed on his knees. He pressed is head against her waist and wrapped his arms around her lower back. And shortly after, Hermione could feel liquid seep through the shirt she was wearing; Ron was crying.
“Hermione,” Ron said, his voice had been a tad bit muffled because his face was still buried in her middle. “I love you…you can’t leave me now. Not for him.
Hermione’s eyes widened. When Hermione and Ron had been dating, they hadn’t gotten so far to the point where they could tell each other they loved one another. And when Ron said it now…right before she was leaving for Bulgaria, it had taken her aback.
You said, “You caught me ‘cause you want me and one day you’ll let me go.
You try to give away a keeper, or keep me ‘cause you’ll admit you’re just so scared to lose.” And you say…
From her waist, Ron had finally looked up, letting the tears coming from his baby blue eyes run freely down his temples. He still had his grip on her. He definately didn’t want her to go to Bulgaria…and Hermione could see that as she looked down at him, and begun to cry.
“Stay,” He had sighed.
Hermione hadn’t known what she wanted to do at that point. Ron told her he loved her, and she then realized she had felt the same way. But she had to leave. She still needed time to think…and she had still wanted to study her Alchemy and Arithmancy. She couldn’t turn down the classes…she couldn’t turn down Viktor. She was too nice to turn anything or anyone down. She wriggled out of his grasp and looked down at Ron.
“I’m sorry,” She had said. Ron slumped. He remained on his knees, and slumped. “Goodbye, Ron.”
Hermione forced one more tear out before she lifted the rucksack over her shoulder. She walked to their faux fireplace, and took Floo Powder from the mantel. She entered the fireplace, and stood beside her trunk she had shakenly shouted, “Krum Manor” before she disappeared into the emerald green flames and left a hurting Ron behind. But when she arrived in the fireplace that Viktor Krum had stood in front of, She realized her mistake of leaving Ron behind.
You say I only hear what I want to…
: Okay, I know that was kind of upsetting, but, hey! It’s a series! And there will be a happy ending! That I can guarantee you! ;-D Don’t forget to review