myfics

Title: Never
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Summary: Songfic to "I Lost It" by Kenny Chesney
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. JKR = Richer than the Queen. Note the Difference

Ron Weasley walked into Jameson’s Fine Jewelry and stepped up to the counter, his hands shaking madly. Mr. Jameson, a kindly old man with a very wrinkled face, entered from a back room. Ron immediately noticed that Mr. Jameson walked with an extremely pronounced limp. He suspected that the old man had fought in the last war against You-Know-Who and had been injured.

“Hello there, dear boy. What can I help you with?”

“Well,” Ron said as he pulled a small amount of coins from him pocket. “I want to buy an engagement ring for my girlfriend, but this is all I have.”

The old man smiled and said, “I think we can work something out.”

An hour later, Ron exited the shop, clutching a ring box. It was a nice ring, small but beautiful, and Mr. Jameson had given him a splendid deal on it, saying he had a soft spot for “young ‘uns in love.” With a pop, Ron Disapparated to his tiny little flat, tired and still shaking.

-Scene Change-

That night, Hermione came over and made dinner for the two of them. She stood at the stove, magicking things into pans. Next to her, a pot with soup in it stirred of its own accord. She noticed that Ron was being unusually quiet tonight and for the briefest of moments, wondered why. Then she remembered that today was the three-year anniversary of Harry’s death. When he killed Voldemort, he too had died. It was a warm summer’s day and once again, their wands had met, then came the priori incantatem…Hermione shuddered at the memory. He was so young. Only 17…

She served the dinner and sat with Ron at the tiny wooden table in utter silence for a long while before finally venturing to speak.

“How was work?” she asked quietly.

“Same as it always is. In Tray too full and Out Tray too empty.”

Hermione nodded. Ron worked at the Ministry in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, which wasn’t half as fun and exciting as it had sounded when he took the job upon graduation from Hogwarts three years ago.

“How was school?” he asked with his mouth full.

“All right. My classes are a bit hard, but I’ll manage.”

Hermione was still in school, training to teach History of Magic at Hogwarts when someone finally convinced Professor Binns to retire.

They finished their dinner and Ron flicked his wand, making the dishes fly into the sink. He then muttered “scourgify!” under his breath and the dishes began to clean themselves.

Hermione stood and put a Muggle CD into its player, mainly because Ron still couldn’t work one. Soft music filled the room as Hermione held out her arm. “Dance with me?” she asked with a pleading look in her eyes.

Ron smiled and shakily took her in his arms. They stood there, swaying for a moment, before Ron slowly let go. He was slipping slowly to his knees.

“Ron, what’s wrong?” she asked. But then she saw his hand reach for the pocket in his robes. There was no mistaking what he was about to do, and tears sprang to her eyes.

“Hermione…will…will you marry me?” he asked. The room seemed to spin and time seemed to stand still. He searched her eyes, desperate for a sign. Why was she crying? He couldn’t imagine living if she said no. Then she smiled and nodded. He began to laugh, smile, and cry at the same time. He hugged her as tight as he could and whispered, “Never leave me.”

She whispered back, “never.”

Hermione laughed. “I don’t believe it. I never would’ve guessed…”

“Hermione, I know we’ve fought a lot, and I know that life may be hard, but I promise you I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”

“I know. And I’ll do everything I can to make you happy, too.”

They stood there, smiling at each other, totally in love.

-Scene Change-

Six months later, Ron and Hermione were married. Ginny was a bridesmaid and Neville Longbottom was Ron’s best man. The two of them had gotten close during the war, and had become best friends after Harry had died. It was a fairly small ceremony. Just close family and few friends. Their “honeymoon,” if indeed it could be called that, had consisted of one night in the Leaky Cauldron, then they had moved Hermione’s things into Ron’s little flat the next day. The day after that, Ron had work and Hermione had class.

And just like that, they settled into married life, something they never intended to do.

Life went as fine as could be expected for quite sometime. Hermione continued her classes while Ron worked. He took all the overtime he could get. He’d promised to make her happy, which he couldn’t do on his measly salary. He was so busy that he hadn’t talked to Neville since about a month after the wedding. Each evening, Hermione would wait up for him, even though he always sent her an owl saying he’d be home late and for her not to stay awake.

One day, Ron was in his office when Oliver Wood, his boss and Head of his Department, walked in.

“Hello, Weasley.”

“Good to see you, Mr. Wood.”

“Listen, me and the boys are going over to the Leaky Cauldron for a fire whiskey. You coming?”

“I really shouldn’t.”

“Oh, come on, Weasley! Don’t be such a wimp.”

Ron sighed. “Okay, maybe just one.”

“That’s the spirit, Weasley.”

-Scene Change-

The Leaky Cauldron was extremely busy. Ron, Oliver, and the other wizards from the Ministry took up an entire corner by themselves. The waitress brought them a round of fire whiskeys, and they talked about England’s prospects for the Quidditch World Cup in two weeks. Ron quickly finished his drink and stood up.

“Well, I expect I should be getting home to my wife.”

“Ooooh,” his colleagues teased. “Someone’s whipped.”

“I’m not whipped.”

“Then stay. One more drink!” Wood said.

“All right…but just one.”

Four hours later, Ron drunkenly stumbled out of the Leaky Cauldron and Disapparated home.

-Scene Change-

Hermione had been waiting up for Ron for hours. She understood his need to work late; his Department had the World Cup to worry about. But he’d never been this late. She was about to send him an owl when there was a popping noise and he stood there, swaying on the spot. He was drunk.

“Hello, Hermin—Hermore…honey! Schorry I’m late.”

“Ron…where have you been!? I was worried.”

“I went to the Leaky Cauldron with the fellasch…”

“Is that where you’ve been going every evening? All this time, I thought you were working, but you’ve been going out with your friends, haven’t you?”

“No, it waschn’t like that…it wasch juscht tonight.”

“Ron, I can’t take this! I’m leaving.”

“What? No.”

But with a pop, Hermione Disapparated. Ron swayed on the spot for a moment, then passed out.

-Scene Change-

Ron woke the next morning lying face-down on the floor. He lifted his head up and looked around. “Hermione?” he called. Then it all came flooding back. “Ugh,” he groaned. He lay his head back down on the floor and began to sob.

Ron never knew how long he’d lain there crying, but he guessed it had been several hours. He heard a pop, then he felt a tap on his shoulder. He rolled over and was looking up into Hermione’s face. She had her hand outstretched, which he took and she pulled him up.

“Hermione, I’m so…”

“Shh,” she said and put a finger to his lips. “I know.”

He kissed her like he never had before. He couldn’t find the words to tell her how amazing she was, how much he loved her, how much he needed her…so he was going to show her.

-Scene Change-

They sat on the couch holding hands.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

“I’m sorry for…”

“It’s okay. I understand. You need to see you friends sometimes. I see some of mine at school, and you don’t. That wasn’t fair of me.”

“No…”

“Shh…how often to I admit that I was wrong?” she smiled.

Ron laughed and hugged her right.

“Hermione?”

“Yeah?”

“Never leave me.”

She rubbed his arm gently and agreed, “Never.”

“If I Lost It”
By Kenny Chesney

I had a hundred dollar ring in my hand

So weak and tired I could barely stand

From bein’ up all night prayin’ she’d say yes

So with a hopeful heart I hit one knee

With a tear in her eye she looked at me

It was the moment of truth, I was scared to death

My life hung on what that tear meant

Then she smiled at me and I lost it…

No one can make me cry, make me laugh

Make me smile or drive me mad, like she does

It’s like a curse that is the cure

Better or worse, one thing’s for sure

It’s real love

And I don’t know what I’d do if I lost it

Well the honeymoon ended and life began

Jobs and bills, losing touch with friends

And that apartment got smaller every day

Then one night the walls finally closed in

I came home late, she said “Where have you been?

You used to call and tell me you’re on your way”

She said “if this is how it’s gonna be, then I quit”

She walked out the door, I lost it…

No one can make me cry, make me laugh

Make me smile or drive me mad, like she does

It’s like a curse that is the cure

Better or worse, one thing’s for sure

It’s real love

And I don’t know what I’d do if I lost it

I picked myself up off the floor

She walked back through the door

We made love like it was the first time

No one can make me cry, make me laugh

Make me smile or drive me mad, like she does

It’s like a curse that is the cure

Better or worse, one thing’s for sure

It’s real love

And I don’t know what I’d do if I lost it
Of if I lost it (if I lost it)

I don’t wanna lose it…