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Entry 005: Speaking Up [May. 30th, 2007|07:36 am]
Harry Potter 100 Song FanFic Challenge


TITLE: Speaking Up
SONG: #83 Run (Sung By Snow Patrol)
AUTHOR: pbmaxca
PAIRING: Ron/Hermione
SUMMARY: Ron takes a stand.

“I vant to know vot between you and Hermy- own-ninny.” Krum squared his shoulders and stared at Ron intently. Although the taller boy wasn’t touching him in any way, he felt some kind of pressure pressing him up against the wall.
Viktor Krum approaching him would have normally make Ron’s breath catch in his throat, but this time it was something other than just his presence that started him. It was the accusing statement he issued along with the unexpected attention that made him feel instantly as if he had slugs in his mouth, the way he had when his Slug Curse had backfired.
He repeated his question, “I vant to know vot between you and Hermy- own-ninny.”
A small crowd of students gathered, not because they thought there would be a fight, like children in a normal school would do. They gathered around because it was Viktor Krum, a Bulgarian International Quidditch Team Member, standing in the halls at Hogwarts. Hero worship was such an ugly thing. The guy had been at their school for months for the TriWizard Competition, but it was as if these kids hadn’t ever laid eyes on Viktor in person.
He didn’t see him show up, and actually hadn’t seen him in weeks, but somehow Colin Creevey weaseled his way through the crowd and managed to snap a few pictures that he was sure to see in the Daily Prophet since Colin’s goal since beginning at Hogwarts was to be a part of that publication.
“Col-lin,” Ron groaned rubbing his eyes with his free hand while trying to block the flash of light with one of his school books. Ron knew he shouldn’t be upset at the younger and more excitable kid, but flashes from a camera weren’t really a good way to make a good impression. “What are you doing?”
“Sorry Ron,” Colin said quickly ducking a little to take another picture. This time he twisted sideways a bit as if he thought another angle might make a better picture, “Just wanted to catch you and Viktor before he left.
“Get out of here Colin,” Ron said then looked up at Viktor. It was hard to tell what his mood was, since his expression didn’t seem to change much. Even without acknowledgement Ron was sure that Viktor wouldn’t mind if Colin was acknowledged as a pest. Maybe Bulgarian International Quidditch Team Member’s were used to this kind of thing, but regular Hogwarts students weren’t.
“I vant to know—“
Although it had been a while since he’d heard his voice squeak, he knew that his voice wasn’t going to be smooth when he opened it to speak. “I get it. I get it,” Ron held up a hand and clasped his books hard to his side with the other, “You want to know what there is between me and Hermione?”
Krum nodded a single nod. “Yes.”
He could have gone a whole long speech about meeting Hermione on the train as a first year and all the adventures of the last three years, but he doubted that Viktor Krum wanted all that information. He seemed more of a straight-forward type of thinker. Actually Ron would have to admit he thought the guy was probably pretty dense, a jock, wouldn’t go as far as to say he was one step up from a Troll. “Maybe fifteen steps up from a troll,” Ron absent-mindedly mumbled.
“Did I say that outloud?” he asked sheepishly.
“I vant—“
It would have been a perfect moment to stand up to Viktor and to the world and tell everyone how he felt about Hermione. He could have shouted it to the rooftops if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with the image of Viktor Krum hitting him across the head like a beater might hit a bludger.
He heard a banging noise and looked down to see Viktor’s boot covered foot tapping the floor.
“Nothing,” he said quickly. If he hadn’t collected himself he would have ducked in anticipation of Viktor hitting him.
“There is nothing?” Krum said looking more and more like a headmaster instead of a student.
Ron nodded this time, letting his voice rest. He was sure that Hermione had told Viktor that Ron thought Viktor was the type to use her. She was that kind of an honest girl, something that he loved and hated about her. She was the only one who would tell him the truth, but in turn she told him things sometimes that he didn’t want to hear…that was when they were on speaking terms, which they weren’t at the moment.
Krum nodded and walked away, beating that familiar pattern with his boots on the floor.
This was getting to be ridiculous. As much as Ron wanted to say that he and Hermione were friends and that they could live at the same school without bothering each other, it seemed that the rest of the world wanted to bother the two of them.
It took a minute to catch up with her. She was already on the second floor when he got to the staircases, that of course moved in the wrong direction when he tried to go down towards where she was.
“Hermione!” he called out. “Bloody Hell!” The staircase moved in the wrong direction.
She turned around and glared at him, hair whipping around with the movement, but didn’t stop.
“Hermione!” he called again. “Bloody Hell!”
She still didn’t stop.
Finally the staircase moved to attach to where he could run down the stairs to where she was.
“Hermione Granger!” he said in a forceful voice, “Stop right there.”
“Ronald,” she said and squared her shoulders. “What is it?” She seemed instantly annoyed.
Ron knew that this was going to get messy, but things needed to be said. He just hoped that he could get it all out before she dug into him about his tie probably wasn’t straight and how he should be heading to class instead of running after her. While all of those things were good things, they always seemed to come out in a nagging tone.
“I’m going to say this one more time then don’t bother me about it again, ok?”
“Say wha-at?” she emphasized using her more snotty voice.
He wanted to kiss her. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t a very kissable moment, but that was his first reaction when he saw her lick her lips. It was definitely an inappropriate thought to have about her, especially when business needed to be done.
“I don’t know what I did to piss you off, but I’m tired of trying to make up to you. I’ve been tiptoeing around school trying not to hurt your feelings and well I’m going to stop now. Ok?” He heard himself rambling, but didn’t stop.
She started to open her mouth to speak, but he didn’t let her. “So tell your flunkie boyfriend to leave me alone.”
He started to walk away. He even turned his back to her, which he never probably would have done in the past. It wasn’t like him to act that way, well without it being truly necessary.
“He’s not—“
Her words were like a gunshot announcing the start of a race. Ron got completely frustrated with her. Every moment she’d ever rebutted information that he’d given her came to mind and he blew up at her.
“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.”
He paused for a moment and repeated it a little slower this time, realizing that he really had wanted to ask her, that was, after he found out that she was upset that he hadn’t asked.
“Ronald,” she said.
He waved a hand at her and turned around again. “Just get over it.”
When she didn’t say anything after his tirade he knew that he needed to retreat. If he could have apporated he would have used that method. Instead he turned on his heel and walked away adding, “So if you want to talk to me talk…but for now I’m going to get on with my bloody life.”

Run Lyrics
Sung By Snow Patrol
I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all i've done.
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Anywhere from here
Light up, Light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
It makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do.
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess.

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