| Title: Picture Perfect Ending--Ron's POV
Feedback: Appreciated very much. E-mail Me Archive: Ask first, I'll say yes. Rating: PG for romance. Pairing: Ron/Hermione. Summary: Companion piece to Picture Perfect Ending, this time from Ron's POV. Notes: Yeah, here's the shippiness. Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. JK Rowling, Scholastic, and people who are luckier than me own everything else except the song, which is owned by Jewel. Big surprise. |
Picture-Perfect Ending (Ron's POV) By Alison D/C: I don't own anything in here except the plot. JK Rowling, Scholastic, and people who are luckier than me own the characters and setting and the Yule Ball, and Jewel and other people who are luckier than me own the song "Have A Little Faith In Me." ~*~*~ Ron was up late that night, thinking about the evening's events. What was she rattling on about, him only using her as a last resort? Rubbish. Like it was his fault that she had been disappearing to the library every five minutes. To see Krum. Stupid Krum. Idiot Krum. Bloody Krum, Ron thought. Hermione could do better. Like someone at Hogwarts. I mean, are all the boys at Hogwarts just so bad that she has to get someone from Durmstrang? Bloody Durmstrang. Harry says I overreacted. Overreacting? Ron Weasley doesn't overreact. Sure, he can blow up sometimes, but he doesn't overreact. It's a good thing Harry didn't go up a couple minutes earlier or he would've seen me mutilating my Krum figurine. I don't overreact. I also don't sleep, he moaned in his head as he got up. I'm never going to get some sleep. Maybe the common room fire will calm me down… But as he made his way down there, he was met with the one person he was thinking about. "Hey, Hermione," he said, almost shyly, as he stopped at the foot of the stairs. "Hi," she said, turning his back to him. Great, she's still mad at me. He paused, then decided to go sit next to her as a sign of friendship. They didn't say anything for a moment, then began talking at the same time. "I was out…" "I'm sor…" They stopped. Hermione began laughing nervously, and Ron joined her. This might not be as bad as I thought. "You go first," she said. Or maybe it will. He took a deep breath. "I was out of line tonight. I was just really surprised to see you with Viktor." Surprised? That wins understatement of the century award. "And not you," said Hermione. Ron's eyes widened. Did he hear her correctly? "Look, my neighbor was a psychiatrist. I know all about this stuff. You were feeling overprotective of me. You automatically thought that since we were friends, we would go together if you couldn't find anyone else." "Um, yeah," said Ron, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "I guess that's…part of it. So, I'm sorry." "That's OK," said Hermione. "My neighbor would say I was kind of shoving it in your face, too." "Shoving what in my face?" he asked, confused. "The fact that I got a date I liked and you didn't," she said, smiling. Ron shoved her gently, even though he knew she was right. He was stuck with Padma and she got to go with a famous Quidditch player. More than he could ever be."Truce?" he asked, thinking it would be easier this way. "Truce," said Hermione. They shook hands on it. Suddenly he looked up. Is that…music? "Where's that music coming from?" he asked. "What music?" Hermione asked. She was quiet for a second, listening for it. "Hey, I recognize this song," she said after a couple of seconds. "It's a muggle song by Jewel or someone. It's called Have A Little Faith In Me." When the road gets dark and you can no longer see Just let my love throw a spark and have a little faith in me When the tears you cry are all you can believe Just give these loving arms a try, baby And have a little faith in me Ron gathered up his courage and extended his hand to Hermione. "Would you like to dance?" Please don't let her see my face, it's probably bright red. Hermione smiled. "Sure," she said, taking his hand. He pulled her into his embrace and they rocked back and forth in a slow motion. Have a little faith in me, have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me, have a little faith in me "So," said Ron, trying to keep the conversation going, and really curious about this, "who's a better dancer? Me or Viktor?" "You, by far," said Hermione. Ron was surprised. "Viktor would hold me so tight I felt like I was being choked." Ron narrowed his eyes at this. "He was a pretty good fast dancer, though." When your secret heart cannot speak so easily Come here darlin', and from a whisper start Have a little faith in me And when your back's against the wall Just turn around and you will see I will catch you, I will catch your fall Just have a little faith in me "Now, fast dancing I can't do," said Ron. "It's too hard." "Maybe I can set it up so you can get lessons from him," she said, laughing as his face turned into a disgusted look. Have a little faith in me, have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me, have a little faith in me "So, how was Padma?" asked Hermione. "I noticed her nose was dead center." I'm not like that anymore… Ron rolled his eyes. "She was a boring numskull. She wouldn't talk to me." "Oh, really?" said Hermione. "That's not how I heard it." I've been loving you For such a long, long time baby Expect nothing in return, Just for you to have a little faith in me You know time, time is our friend For you and me, yeah, there is no end All you gotta do is have a little faith in me "Oh, really?" said Ron, imitating her. "And how did you hear it?" "Well, Parvati says that you were the boring numskull," she said. "That you paid no attention to her sister whatsoever. But that's just a rumor, isn't it?" she added, smiling. "Of course," said Ron, tightening his grip on her a little, wanting to hold her like this forever, and not bloody Krum. Say, I'll hold you up, I'll hold you up Strength is enough, so have a little faith in me Hey baby, all you gotta do is have a little faith in me Oh, I said all you gotta do is have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me The song faded out and ended. Hermione stepped out of his embrace. Ron kicked himself mentally. I should've done this at the ball. "Thanks," she said. "For what?" She looked at him. "For the dance," she said. "And for being a good friend, even if you do screw up sometimes." "No one's perfect," he said. "Except for you, of course." Boy, isn't that true… Hermione smiled. "I'm think I'm going to go back up to bed. See you tomorrow." "Bye," said Ron. He watched her as she walked upstairs. His eyes were full of unanswered questions. He sighed, then decided he'd better go up to bed, too. As he walked up the stairs, he wondered if he should be glad that they were friends again, or depressed because he knew that that was all they would ever be. FIN |