I wrote this just so I could say I
did. Song ficlet,
based on the song Better Man, by Pear Jam.
One shot. But who knows, there is
the chance I could write more, if people review lots and ask for it. J
Standard Disclaimer Applies. I’m not JK Rowling. I’m not Warner Brothers. I’m not Scholastic. If I was, would I be writing ficlets? No, I’d be
out shoe shopping with my millions. J
Better Man
Hermione
finally managed to find some time to sleep.
Her body ached all over, as it usually did. Raising five children and taking care of the
small house had that affect on her. It
was nearly
Waitin’, watchin’ the clock, it’s
Tell him; take no more, she practices her speech
She
hated her life now. She loved her
children and yes, she loved her husband, but not like she should. Their marriage had only been for convenience
and grief. They had both needed a
shoulder to cry on, someone to lean on, when their best friend died. But now it was empty. There was nothing there. A part of her had known when she did it that
it was a mistake, that she shouldn’t marry him.
But she had found out she was pregnant and everything happened so
fast. But now there were five children
to care for, and he was working double shifts at the ministry as a glorified
security guard. She was alone with the children all day and night.
As he opens the door, she rolls over…
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over
No
matter how hard she tried, sleep wouldn’t come.
And then she knew it was pointless.
She heard the front door open and close.
She knew he was home. She heard
his familiar footsteps enter the bedrooms of the kids. She closed her eyes when she heard him come
into their small bedroom. He took off
his clothes and crawled into bed with her.
He pulled her sleeping form to him as his breathing evened out, and he
fell asleep. Her tears wet the pillow as
she silently cried.
She lies and says she’s in love with him, can’t find a
better man…
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can’t find a better
man…
Her
dreams went back to Hogwarts, as they often had. Harry had finally asked her out during 6th
year. They had gone to Hogsmeade on a
date. It was awkward and clumsy but they both made it through it. They had started dating in secret, not
wanting Ron to know. The funniest thing
was that everyone else in their house had figured it out long before he
had. When they finally sat down and told
him, he was happy for them. The trio was
still as inseparable as ever, but now there was more affection from two of
them.
Talkin’ to herself, there’s no one else who needs to know…
She tells herself
And
then the war had started, which seemed to happen just as Harry and Hermione had
graduated from Hogwarts.
Almost every single one of their
classmates had joined in the fight. Many
had died.
And
then one day, Harry didn’t come home.
Two days later, Dumbledore came to her and told her the news that had
broken her heart. The man she had loved
with her heart and soul was dead.
A
short while later, she realized she was carrying his child. A piece of Harry to hold on
to.
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along…
Swears she knew it, now she swears he’s gone
She
had taken Harry’s death hard, but Ron had taken it harder. At Harry’s funeral she saw the pale red head
kneel and kiss Harry’s cheek, his lips lingering for a few short moments.
Her
pregnancy had been long and difficult.
But the end result was a beautiful baby boy with his father’s dark
unruly hair. She had named him Harry
Albus James Granger.
The
war ended. Voldermort had been destroyed
by his own greed and power. Life had
returned to some kind of normalcy. Except for everyone but Hermione. She was overwhelmed, trying to care for her
young son by herself and work during the day.
Her already stressed nerves were at their limit.
Ron
had come over to check on her. He knew
she hadn’t been sleeping. He could see
that she had been losing weight. He
brought her dinner, and played with the baby while Hermione took a nap.
Then
he came over the next night. And the next.
One
night when Ron came over, he found Hermione in tears. She was sitting on her small couch with a
photo album, showing Harry pictures of his father. Harry was too young to understand what he was
seeing, but his mother was flooded with memories. She was slowly starting to loose her grip on
reality.
She
and Ron both sat on the couch and cried.
They grieved over the loss of their best friend. The missing piece of their
puzzle. And what started out as a
comforting embrace turned into something more.
Grief and then passion overtook them as both of them relived better
times with their best friend.
They
were married a few short months later, when Hermione told him she was pregnant
with their first child.
She lies and says she’s in love with him, can’t find a
better man…
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can’t find a better
man…
She lies and says she still loves him, can’t find a better
man…
In
the beginning, it had been love. As time
went on, she realized it was desperation.
She knew that Ron loved her, and a part of him always had. She hated lying to him, but she knew it was
for the best. Besides, Ron was a good
provider for her and their children, and he was a kind and loving father. But she knew that the spark that they once
shared was long gone.
She
sighed, and looked at the clock. She
pulled herself from the bed and began to get dressed. There was another long day ahead.
And another.
And another.
She loved him… she don’t want to leave this way
She feeds him; yeah… that’s why she’ll be back again
Can’t find a better man…
Can’t find a better man…
AN: I really can’t stand R/Hr fics. I hate Ron.
This is about the only way I can see the two of them together, if Harry
and Draco are both out of the picture.
Although, it doesn’t mean Draco is out of the picture does it?
Anyone notice my reference to
slash? Anyone? Review, pretty please?