HP_100Songs: Entry 007
TITLE: Gone
SONG: #64 - Without You (Sung By The Cast of the Broadway Musical “Rent”)
AUTHOR: pbmaxca
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Ron/Hermione
WORD COUNT: 1,545
SUMMARY: It finally hits Ron. What he said can’t be taken back. He hopes now that it won’t be taken literally.
DISCLAIMER: NONE
If he did know better he would have thought that someone put him under a spell during the night. It felt like one of the treats that George was working on over the last few months, one that would fake flu symptoms so that a student could get out of going to classes. It was supposed to wear off in about two hours, but the recipe hadn’t been right and had made his test subject, Ron of course, sick for two weeks.
He knew no one in his house would do that and no one else had access to his room, but as he pushed himself off the mattress, every bone in his body ached and his head felt cloudy. He could see ok, but even his hearing seemed to be blocked by some high pitched noise
One thing he could make out was the sound of his own voice reverberating in his head. He wished that it was of him making some important comment in class or some great speech to his Quidditch team. Instead it was the previous day’s rage towards Hermione that was coming out.
“I mean Bloody Hell!” He flipped around to face her, “It’s not my fault that I didn’t think to ask you to the dance. I didn’t even know that you wanted to go to the dance in the first place. You always spend so much time in the library and seem to ignore every guy in school, so I just thought it’d be silly to ask you. I wanted to ask you.”
Part of him instantly wanted to take those words back, pull them back from the rest of the universe and hide them in some cave, much like the one the basilisk had been housed in underneath Hogwarts during their first year.
The other half of him was glad that it had all been done and said. There was relief over knowing that she knew exactly how he felt about the whole situation. He had felt trapped walking around the school dealing with her feelings all the time. Now he could do or say whatever he wanted and get on with his days without worrying about his every step. She had been harder to handle than McGonagall when it came to holding his tongue.
Despite the drama of the day before and the internal drama that was brewing now, his eyes focused on his bed and the other beds in his room. Again he was the last one to get out of bed that morning. He wasn’t lazy. He really wasn’t, but if he could get away with sleeping, he would take a few extra minutes to rest. His legs unfolded and his feet hit the floor and his lungs seemed to pull in air, even if through shallow breaths. He felt as if he’d just played in a Quidditch Tournament, instead of just sleeping or rather not sleeping through the night.
His feet found his slippers on the floor without him having to look for them and he pushed himself out of bed and stumbled towards the end of the bed where he grabbed pants, a shirt and his school sweater.
Next would be a quick trip to find his towel, which the boys had decided would dry better in the drafty hallway instead of in their bathroom. A few towels had disappeared, all thought to be prizes that Nearly Headless Nick had hunted down, but when he went to collect his “R” labeled towel he found it hanging right where he’d left it.
To his own surprise, he felt as if he could get up and go to class, that was after he took a much needed hot shower to melt away the rest of the aches and pains that a boy his age shouldn’t be feeling. He thought, on his way to the bathroom though, that he should see Madam Pomfrey. He didn’t want to be a baby about it, but he thought he might check to see if his ailments came from more than just a restless night of sleep.
“Ron!”
He jumped a bit and looked over to see Harry standing in the doorway with a shocked look on his face.
“What?” He knew he shouldn’t be annoyed with Harry, but the word came out that way anyway.
“You’re about to go into the girls-“ He pointed towards the door.
Suddenly Ron felt as if he’d just taken hold of a port key. The world around him spun him for a loop and when he was stable enough to pay attention again he looked around and suddenly realized that he was standing in the common room in his boxer shorts. Without realizing it he’d walked by three Gryffindor first year girls who were now giggling at him in the corner instead of doing homework that was laid out in front of them.
“Bloody Hell!” He turned and immediately marched up the stairway, thanking his lucky stars that Hermione wasn’t around to comment on his latest mess up. She would love to add this to the already long list of things that she could tease him about.
After a shower, Ron returned to his room remembering that he needed a sheet of parchment for an assignment that day. When he got to his bed, Harry was sitting on his own mattress on the bed next to his.
“So are you ok?” Harry asked.
“Fine,” he said shortly. Although he knew Harry didn’t cheat to get his name into the Tri-Wizard Cup, he still wasn’t over the idea that Harry got special privileges. Although he wouldn’t admit it to anyone and try as he might, Ron was naturally as jealous as any other student would be of the boy who seemed to be the headmaster’s and head mistress’s favorite student.
“Ron,” Harry said firmly. “You aren’t still mad about-“
“No,” he said answering before they had to have that discussion again.
Harry nodded, “Hermione is going through the same thing you know.”
“When did you get so nosy?” Ron asked sharply. He turned to his friend and looked at him sheepishly when he realized how harsh his voice was.
“She even is going home this weekend to get away from-“ Harry stopped talking and took a deep breath. “You two both need a break. Hopefully you can both realize that you’re perfect for each other-“
“Perfect for what?” he asked but continued before an answer was produced. “I swear everyone is making such a big deal about this. I think because of that whole screaming match at the Yule Ball everyone assumes that we’re having a lover’s fight or something.” He shook. “Gross.”
Harry only smiled at him. “Gotta love that screaming match.”
“Can you believe that she would act like that?” he said, “She’d probably have laughed in my face if I had asked her to the Ball anyway. And her and Viktor seemed pretty chummy you know. He was holding her hand and she was looking at him like-“ He batted his eyelashes trying to imitate the way that she was looking at Viktor.
“He swept her off her feet and actually treated her like a girl. You should try it sometime.”
“Speaking of that,” Ron said, “What about you and Cho?”
“Me and Cho?” Harry turned pink in the face.
“Yeah,” Ron pointed at his friend. “That’s what I thought.” Ron narrowed his eyes. “Not so easy to play innocent when the question is directed towards you, is it?”
“Ok,” Harry said, “So if you think I’m acting the way you are then you must really like Hermione then,” he said.
Ron sat down on the corner of his bed, made sure that no one was in sight and sighed, “I love the girl, or at least I think I do. I don’t know though. Half the time I hope a blugger hits her in the head and the other time I want to kiss her.” He flopped back onto the mattress. “I think though I’m gonna die if she really takes my advice and leaves me alone.”
“You’re totally gone over her.” Harry smiled widely.
“Yeah,” Ron admitted. “Definitely gone over her. I don’t know how or why or when it happened. But it did and it happened with a big boom.”
“So,” Harry said, “Let’s skip out this weekend and follow her to London. We can get a room at the Leaky Calderon and we’ll see what she’s up to.”
“Spy on her?” he asked.
“Not spy,” Harry said, “Watch over her the way you’d watch over Ginny when she goes to a friend’s house.” Harry nodded at him knowingly. Despite having busy summers, they’d taken it upon themselves two or three times to follow Ginny when she’d snuck off to the library supposedly to study. It turned out that she really had been studying, but they had been able to sit through the whole study session under the Invisibility Cloak without being caught.
“I guess we could,” Ron said, “Although if Mom finds out I’m sure to get another Howler and you know how the last one was.”
“I’ll explain it to her,” Harry said with a cheesy smile, “Your mother loves me.”
Without You Lyrics
Sung By The Cast of Rent
MIMI
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Without you, the stars roar the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
MIMI & ROGER
The world revives, colors renew,
but I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue.
MIMI
Without you.
Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.
BOTH
Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.
ROGER
The mind churns!
MIMI
The mind churns!
ROGER
The heart yearns!
MIMI
The heart yearns!
BOTH
The tears dry, without you. Life goes on, but I’m gone.
MIMI
Cause I die, without you.
ROGER
Without you.
BOTH
Without you
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SONG: #64 - Without You (Sung By The Cast of the Broadway Musical “Rent”)
AUTHOR: pbmaxca
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Ron/Hermione
WORD COUNT: 1,545
SUMMARY: It finally hits Ron. What he said can’t be taken back. He hopes now that it won’t be taken literally.
DISCLAIMER: NONE
If he did know better he would have thought that someone put him under a spell during the night. It felt like one of the treats that George was working on over the last few months, one that would fake flu symptoms so that a student could get out of going to classes. It was supposed to wear off in about two hours, but the recipe hadn’t been right and had made his test subject, Ron of course, sick for two weeks.
He knew no one in his house would do that and no one else had access to his room, but as he pushed himself off the mattress, every bone in his body ached and his head felt cloudy. He could see ok, but even his hearing seemed to be blocked by some high pitched noise
One thing he could make out was the sound of his own voice reverberating in his head. He wished that it was of him making some important comment in class or some great speech to his Quidditch team. Instead it was the previous day’s rage towards Hermione that was coming out.
“I mean Bloody Hell!” He flipped around to face her, “It’s not my fault that I didn’t think to ask you to the dance. I didn’t even know that you wanted to go to the dance in the first place. You always spend so much time in the library and seem to ignore every guy in school, so I just thought it’d be silly to ask you. I wanted to ask you.”
Part of him instantly wanted to take those words back, pull them back from the rest of the universe and hide them in some cave, much like the one the basilisk had been housed in underneath Hogwarts during their first year.
The other half of him was glad that it had all been done and said. There was relief over knowing that she knew exactly how he felt about the whole situation. He had felt trapped walking around the school dealing with her feelings all the time. Now he could do or say whatever he wanted and get on with his days without worrying about his every step. She had been harder to handle than McGonagall when it came to holding his tongue.
Despite the drama of the day before and the internal drama that was brewing now, his eyes focused on his bed and the other beds in his room. Again he was the last one to get out of bed that morning. He wasn’t lazy. He really wasn’t, but if he could get away with sleeping, he would take a few extra minutes to rest. His legs unfolded and his feet hit the floor and his lungs seemed to pull in air, even if through shallow breaths. He felt as if he’d just played in a Quidditch Tournament, instead of just sleeping or rather not sleeping through the night.
His feet found his slippers on the floor without him having to look for them and he pushed himself out of bed and stumbled towards the end of the bed where he grabbed pants, a shirt and his school sweater.
Next would be a quick trip to find his towel, which the boys had decided would dry better in the drafty hallway instead of in their bathroom. A few towels had disappeared, all thought to be prizes that Nearly Headless Nick had hunted down, but when he went to collect his “R” labeled towel he found it hanging right where he’d left it.
To his own surprise, he felt as if he could get up and go to class, that was after he took a much needed hot shower to melt away the rest of the aches and pains that a boy his age shouldn’t be feeling. He thought, on his way to the bathroom though, that he should see Madam Pomfrey. He didn’t want to be a baby about it, but he thought he might check to see if his ailments came from more than just a restless night of sleep.
“Ron!”
He jumped a bit and looked over to see Harry standing in the doorway with a shocked look on his face.
“What?” He knew he shouldn’t be annoyed with Harry, but the word came out that way anyway.
“You’re about to go into the girls-“ He pointed towards the door.
Suddenly Ron felt as if he’d just taken hold of a port key. The world around him spun him for a loop and when he was stable enough to pay attention again he looked around and suddenly realized that he was standing in the common room in his boxer shorts. Without realizing it he’d walked by three Gryffindor first year girls who were now giggling at him in the corner instead of doing homework that was laid out in front of them.
“Bloody Hell!” He turned and immediately marched up the stairway, thanking his lucky stars that Hermione wasn’t around to comment on his latest mess up. She would love to add this to the already long list of things that she could tease him about.
After a shower, Ron returned to his room remembering that he needed a sheet of parchment for an assignment that day. When he got to his bed, Harry was sitting on his own mattress on the bed next to his.
“So are you ok?” Harry asked.
“Fine,” he said shortly. Although he knew Harry didn’t cheat to get his name into the Tri-Wizard Cup, he still wasn’t over the idea that Harry got special privileges. Although he wouldn’t admit it to anyone and try as he might, Ron was naturally as jealous as any other student would be of the boy who seemed to be the headmaster’s and head mistress’s favorite student.
“Ron,” Harry said firmly. “You aren’t still mad about-“
“No,” he said answering before they had to have that discussion again.
Harry nodded, “Hermione is going through the same thing you know.”
“When did you get so nosy?” Ron asked sharply. He turned to his friend and looked at him sheepishly when he realized how harsh his voice was.
“She even is going home this weekend to get away from-“ Harry stopped talking and took a deep breath. “You two both need a break. Hopefully you can both realize that you’re perfect for each other-“
“Perfect for what?” he asked but continued before an answer was produced. “I swear everyone is making such a big deal about this. I think because of that whole screaming match at the Yule Ball everyone assumes that we’re having a lover’s fight or something.” He shook. “Gross.”
Harry only smiled at him. “Gotta love that screaming match.”
“Can you believe that she would act like that?” he said, “She’d probably have laughed in my face if I had asked her to the Ball anyway. And her and Viktor seemed pretty chummy you know. He was holding her hand and she was looking at him like-“ He batted his eyelashes trying to imitate the way that she was looking at Viktor.
“He swept her off her feet and actually treated her like a girl. You should try it sometime.”
“Speaking of that,” Ron said, “What about you and Cho?”
“Me and Cho?” Harry turned pink in the face.
“Yeah,” Ron pointed at his friend. “That’s what I thought.” Ron narrowed his eyes. “Not so easy to play innocent when the question is directed towards you, is it?”
“Ok,” Harry said, “So if you think I’m acting the way you are then you must really like Hermione then,” he said.
Ron sat down on the corner of his bed, made sure that no one was in sight and sighed, “I love the girl, or at least I think I do. I don’t know though. Half the time I hope a blugger hits her in the head and the other time I want to kiss her.” He flopped back onto the mattress. “I think though I’m gonna die if she really takes my advice and leaves me alone.”
“You’re totally gone over her.” Harry smiled widely.
“Yeah,” Ron admitted. “Definitely gone over her. I don’t know how or why or when it happened. But it did and it happened with a big boom.”
“So,” Harry said, “Let’s skip out this weekend and follow her to London. We can get a room at the Leaky Calderon and we’ll see what she’s up to.”
“Spy on her?” he asked.
“Not spy,” Harry said, “Watch over her the way you’d watch over Ginny when she goes to a friend’s house.” Harry nodded at him knowingly. Despite having busy summers, they’d taken it upon themselves two or three times to follow Ginny when she’d snuck off to the library supposedly to study. It turned out that she really had been studying, but they had been able to sit through the whole study session under the Invisibility Cloak without being caught.
“I guess we could,” Ron said, “Although if Mom finds out I’m sure to get another Howler and you know how the last one was.”
“I’ll explain it to her,” Harry said with a cheesy smile, “Your mother loves me.”
Without You Lyrics
Sung By The Cast of Rent
MIMI
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Without you, the stars roar the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
MIMI & ROGER
The world revives, colors renew,
but I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue.
MIMI
Without you.
Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.
BOTH
Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.
ROGER
The mind churns!
MIMI
The mind churns!
ROGER
The heart yearns!
MIMI
The heart yearns!
BOTH
The tears dry, without you. Life goes on, but I’m gone.
MIMI
Cause I die, without you.
ROGER
Without you.
BOTH
Without you
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