A Fairy Tale in Pop Music

A Fairy Tale in Pop Music (Part 1!)

Ron was lying on his bed, very frustrated about the current goings on. Harry was getting as much attention as usual, and had decided to go fall in love with his sister, something that greatly infuriated him, Fred and George were bragging about their new store, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and Hermione was still friends with that stupid, bloody prat, Viktor Krum. If he wasn't a celebrity, she wouldn't have anything to do with him. No, that wasn't true. She liked Viktor for being Viktor, not for his fame. He sighed in depression. It looked the game was over for him, and he'd lost badly. If only she would fall in love with him; be his girlfriend. But, alas, she only thought of him as a friend. Oh, if only...

He didn't know how long he'd been thinking, but, with renewed will in the situation, Ron got out of bed and went to go take a potty break, and then go down to try and convince Hermione that she would be his for eternity. On the way back out of the bathroom, he caught his reflection in the mirror and stopped abruptly. What the bloody hell? His fierce red hair was spiked very fashionably and his Hogwarts robes had been replaced with a very flattering outfit, definitely top of the line clothing in the wizardingworld. Oh, well, all the better for wooing Hermione, he thought, leaving the bathroom and shaking his head furiously. But when he entered the common room, it looked like all of Gryffindor House was there. Ron gulped. Lavender and Parvati immediately made their way over to him and started bombarding him with questions that definitely pertained to how he was dressed.

"Ron, where did you get those great clothes?"

"You aren't going to Hogmeade with anyone tomorrow, are you?"

"Don't you like me better than her, Ronald?" Lavender said, blinking so rapidly, Ron was sure she must've had something in her eye.

"Excuse me, Lavender! Hey Ron, guess what I found out in Divination this afternoon?" Parvati smiled widely and bowled Lavender out of the way.

But Ron had seen Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Elbowing between the two girls, he made way over to her. What was he going to say? A light, catchy beat started playing in the common room. What was that? "H- h-hermione," He said to her nervously, trying to clear his throat.

She had had her head buried into her book and was studying, as usual. Looking up, she saw him and looked very surprised by the change Ron had undergone. The clothes started to make Ron feel good. Now how would someone cool and "with it" get someone to understand that he loved her.

Aha! It was so simple. He would sing to her. Backing away, he caught the tune of the music and started singing, the lyrics mingling with his own thoughts.

"Mione, Girl when we started baby we were friends, after that fight with the troll, but that's not how this fairy tale is gonna end.

See I was thinking and it hit one day, in the middle of fourth year, that no one else has ever made me feel this way. Not even Fleur!

Next time I saw you, girl, in fifth year, I knew I had to try,

To tell you everything I was feeling deep inside. Bloody hell! What am I doing?

So listen girl cause what I say is from my heart, here I go, so if you're ready, cause I'm not,

you see I toss and turn when I'm alone, even being with Harry it gets lonely sometimes, and I just can't wait till you get home. Hogwarts, of course, that's what I hate about the summer.

Waiting for your call, from owl post, not those stupid, impractical fellytones, cause tonight we're gonna do it all, hehe, study for everything, that is.

Girl it's just the two of us, for once.

'Cause I'm thinking bout you day and night, you wonder why I can't concentrate on my homework, and I just can't get you off my mind. Analogy: My feelings toward Hermione: Hermione's feelings towards books.

When you get a minute baby I was thinkin' we could hook up, the O.W.L.S. AREN'T FOR MONTHS! Why do you insist on studying for them? It's just the two of us, the two of us.

'Cause in a room full of people you're the only one around, like in the Common Room, or the Great Hall and nothing in this world could ever bring us down...or at least the volume of our voices when we're brawling at each other.

Baby I'll be there, tellin' you I care, someday, when you're mine, it's just the two of us, the two of us."

Somehow, when Ron had been singing, he had broken out into expert dance moves. At the end of this verse, he had impulsively made a rather exuberant pelvis gesture toward a group of girls standing off to the side, observing him with heightened attraction. They all shrieked and then sighed, giving him puppy dog eyes, he felt quite taken aback. Hermione gazed at him seriously, and gave the girls a glare of death before focusing her attention back on him. Ron was starting to get worried. The boys were starting to back away and were whispering angrily about him stealing all of their girls. Bt Hermione didn't seem affected at all. He decided to just continue, and hope for the best. Maybe he was digging his hole deeper?

Baby I wonder if you feel the same as I do, forget about Vicky!

I wonder if you're goin' through the things I'm goin' through, or are you too busy?

I sent you flowers on a Saturday. I remember that! Inside's a letter with a message and no name, and you thought it was from Viktor.

See I just love the feeling knowing I can make you smile, that smile that's a little different than it used to be, and I haven't felt that way about someone in quite a while. Not since I showed Mum I had learned how to play chess, and that was when I was five.

Just listen to these words I have to say, instead of fighting back.

Just take a chance! I love you; I won't ever hurt you, 'Mione!

You see I toss and turn when I'm alone, and I just can't wait till you get home,

waiting for your call cause tonight we're gonna do it all, girl it's just the two of us.

'Cause I'm thinking 'bout you day and night, and I just can't get you off my mind, when you get a minute baby I was thinking we could hook up, it's just the two of us, the two of us.

'Cause in a room full of people you're the only one around, and nothin' in this world could ever bring us down, baby I'll be there, tellin' you I care, it's just the two of us, the two of us. There, 'Mione. I said it. It's gonna be your turn soon, to tell me that I don't know what I'm saying and that I should go back to bed.

It just gets better with each day, we have to take care of each other, with all this You Know Who business going on. Baby someday, you'll be mine. I always wanted to tell you, I realize it now, but I was so afraid, it took me years to admit it."

Ron stopped dancing and was standing in an earnest pose, on his knee before her. The music ended magnificently and streamers and confetti burst from everywhere, showering them. Hermione was pale, but regained her color, and smiled. "It's too bad this is only a dream," she said, and Ron looked at her confusedly. Then the sighing girls stampeded him, and he lost consciousness.

"What the bloody hell?!" Ron yelled for the second time that night, springing up in bed. It was only a dream, it was only a dream. He wasn't really a hopeless member of a doomed boy band. He had just drifted off to sleep. Thank Godric for that. He clasped a hand to his chest and caught his breath. Seamushad awoken with a start.

"What is it? You're gonna wake all of Gryffindor up!" Ron gulped.

"Just a bad dream," he said, hoping Seamus wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Go to sleep," he replied, searching for something to throw at him. Ron was hit with something light and five minutes later, he could hear the tell-tale snoring that Seamus was asleep yet again. Ron picked up whatever it was that had hit him. The little blood that was left drained from his face, seeing that it was a streamer.