Diclaimer: I do not own the Golden Trio, no matter how many birthday wishes I use on it.
I want you to want me
Every day. Every single, solitary day, she saw him. She sat with him. She talked to him. She ate meals with him, helped him with his homework, and made sure he was up in his dormitory at a reasonable hour. Every day she fought with herself to tell him how much she wanted him. And every day, she lost.
I need you to need me
She was the love of his life. He needed her so much he could hardly stand it. If she would only give him a sign that she felt the same way, he'd ask her out in a heartbeat. But he didn't want to put his dignity, not to mention their friendship, on the line if he wasn't sure. Every day he argued with himself if he should tell her. And every day, he lost.
I'd love you to love me
She loved him. There was no denying it. She loved him with all her heart. She loved his freckles, his flaming red hair, the little smudge of dirt on his nose that he could never seem to get rid of by himself. As much as she wished for it, on every birthday candle and shooting star, she didn't think there was a chance that he loved her back.
I'm begging you to beg me
Anything, anything at all! Every time he saw her, he made deals with himself. If she smiles at me, I'll ask her out. But smile she would, and he would just say 'she wasn't smiling at me, she was smiling at Harry.' If she tells me to eat smaller bites, I'll ask her out. But she was either not paying attention to his eating habits or she didn't have any comments about them. If she helps me with my homework, I'll ask her out. And she helped him with his homework, because that is what she did every night, and once again he passed up the opportunity to take their relationship to the next level. Once again he missed the hurt in her chocolate brown eyes as she turned and moved toward the girl's staircase.
I want you to want me
It was too much. She just looked so sad sitting by herself working on that Arithmancy assignment. She signed and stopped writing. After a few seconds of staring into space, she returned to her work, her eyes full of a sadness that hadn't been there before.
I need you to need me
He couldn't stand it any more. He finally caught the sadness and took it as the sign he had been waiting for for so long. He walked over to her table in the library and sat down next to her. She barely moved, seemingly unaware that he was even there. He cleared his throat, and she looked up at him.
I'd love you to love me
"Will you go out with me?" The words left his lips and she stared, shocked. How long had she been waiting for him to ask her that simple question? It must have years. And now that it had happened, she couldn't speak.
I'm begging you to beg me
"Please?"
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you crying?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you crying?
Feeling all alone without a friend
You know you feel like dying
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you crying?
Ron felt like the biggest prat in the world. He had asked out Hermione, Hermione, and she just sat there, gaping at him. That was it, he was going to be alone for the rest of his life, Ron just knew it. Hermione was never going to talk to him again. Who would, after such and embarrassing spectacle? Harry was going to side Hermione. Ron hit himself in the forehead. Harry! What if Harry and Hermione were together? Harry would never forgive Ron if he had asked out his girlfriend. Sitting underneath the willow tree by the lake, feeling the worry that he had alienated both of his best friends, the horror that he had asked out a girl so clearly out of his league, the sorrow that she was so obviously disgusted by the idea, and the knowledge that he couldn't possibly go on without her, Ron hung his head and wept for everything he had lost that day. Standing at the doorway to the entrance, nearly seventy meters away, Hermione watched him.
I want you to want me
To say she was shocked would be the understatement of the millennium. He wanted her. After being so sure that he thought of her as one of the guys and nothing else, her wildest dream had finally come true. He really wanted her. And she had gawked at him like he had suddenly grown an extra head and a set of gills.
I need you to need me
Watching Ron from so far away, Hermione was sure she knew exactly how he felt. He felt like an idiot for putting himself on the line like he had. She knew he felt like that because the feeling was exactly what had kept her from making the first move. He had done was she was too afraid to, and she made him feel like an idiot. Standing in that doorway, Hermione knew that she didn't deserve someone as wonderful as Ron, especially after humiliating him like that.
I'd love you to love me
But she wanted him so bad.
I'm begging you to beg me
She ran up the seven flights of stairs to the Gryffindor common room and up another five flights of stairs to her dorm. She had a lot of work to do. Maybe she should ask Ginny for help.
I'd shine up my old brown shoes
Sneakers, no, clogs, no, sandals, no, boots, no, heels, no, no, no…
Put on a brand-new shirt
A sweater, a blouse, a tank top? Finally Hermione found the perfect outfit and set it aside. She had a big plan in the works, and she didn't want it to get screwed up because she accidentally spilled grape juice on her pants.
Every day since asking Hermione out, Ron had done the same thing. He'd stay in bed until five minutes before his first lesson, and then he would walk slowly to class, not looking anywhere but the floor. He wouldn't talk to anyone, and he wouldn't volunteer information in the lessons. He just sat there diligently taking notes. After his morning lessons, he would go back to his dorm and stay there until five minutes before his first afternoon lesson. After his last lesson he'd go back to the dorm and crawl into bed until Harry brought up dinner for him at around 6:30, which he would pick at but wouldn't eat. On weekends he wouldn't leave the room at all, but Harry, like a good friend, brought him his meals three times a day, despite Ron's somber refusal to eat anything.
I'd get home early from work
After six days of Ron not eating or talking to anyone, Hermione's plan was ready. She skived off her last lesson (double History of Magic) and snuck up to the common room. She only had three hours to set everything up. She hoped it was enough time. In the middle of the fifth year boys' dorm, she set up a card table, covered it with a linen tablecloth, and put a mulberry scented candle in the middle. She didn't light it yet; there would be time for such things later. She picked up the boys dirty laundry and put it in the hamper before making all the beds. She wanted the room to look nice. She called up a house-elf and asked for a series of small favors, which the elf was only too happy to oblige. Normally, she wouldn't have resorted to such things, but she was desperate. Hermione checked her watch. Ron's lesson would be over in thirty minutes. She ran to her room and hurriedly got dressed. Thirty-three minutes and twelve seconds later, Hermione was standing next to the table, dressed in her perfect outfit, lighting the candle and making sure the food was arranged properly when Ron entered the room. He was shocked to Hermione in his bedroom. Slowly he looked at everything and realized that she had accepted his date. Not only had she accepted, but she had arranged everything from his favorite outfit on her to his favorite foods to his favorite scent of candle (not that he would ever let anyone besides Hermione know that). Hermione was starting to get a little worried that Ron hadn't said anything.
If you'd say
"I love you."
Well, there you have it, my first attempt at a songfic and a predominantly Ron/Hermione Romance. The song is "I Want You to Want Me" by Letters to Cleo, heard at the end of "10 Things I Hate About You." Please review. Maybe I'll write a sequel or another chapter or more songfics or more Ron/Hermione. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I love you all!