Poor Ron just can’t seem to get it right as he reflects
on one of those awkward moments that just seem to happen when you’re fifteen.
The song, “My Stupid Mouth”, belongs to John Mayer and can be heard on his “Room
for Squares” CD. I think of Ron very time I hear this song.
All things Harry Potter belong to the fantastic
J.K.Rowling. I love playing in the world she created.
.
As this is my very first attempt at FanFiction, I want to
give a BIG THANK YOU to The Sugar Quill for accepting me, and to my beta-reader,
Ara Kane, for the helpful comments and necessary corrections. It is harder
than I thought to not “sound so American”. I also want to thank my sweet Kiyo
Fox and dear Brother Mouse for the encouragement and support. I love you guys!
*****************************
My Stupid Mouth
My stupid, bloody mouth! Is it even connected to my brain?
I try to get it right before I speak, but sometimes strange words just begin
rolling off my tongue. Why does that happen?!
My stupid mouth
Has got me in trouble
I said too much again to a date
Over dinner yesterday
And I could see she was offended
She said, “Well anyway…”
Just dying for a subject change
Like the other night, when Prefect duties kept Hermione and
me busy during dinner. By the time we made it to the Great Hall, almost
everyone had finished and returned to their common rooms. Only a few couples
were left scattered here and there.
Well it was Friday night, you know, “date
night” at the castle, and it’s not that easy to find a private
spot in this place. The good ones go fast according to Fred and George. Why
didn’t we just go find Harry and try to nick some food later from the kitchens?
No, that wouldn’t do… I tend to lead myself into situations where I can
humiliate myself in front of Hermione.
Oh, another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said, “Think before speaking”
No filter in my head
Oh, what’s a boy to do?
I guess he better find one soon
So anyway, we start talking about how we were practically
alone in there and wasn’t it nice to eat without the clatter of about 400 other
people’s knives and forks, things like that. Before I new it, “almost like a
date” slipped out of my mouth. Hermione went stiff, her fork hanging in the
air in front of her mouth. I could feel the tips of my ears burning.
We bit our lips
She looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess
With the salt and pepper shaker
And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good
What just slipped out
And what went wrong
It’s not like I’m never alone with her. I mean, there are
lots of times when Harry is not around and everything is still normal. This
was just so awkward!
You would think that growing up with older brothers I would
have picked up some useful knowledge about girls. I haven’t got a clue! Where’s
all that Weasley charm when you need it? Bill got a heavy dose of it, as well
as Charlie. I think it skipped Percy entirely, although he somehow managed to
get a girl. Fred and George have their own unique style. Then there’s me…I
think all the Charisma genes got used up by the time I came along.
Oh, the way she feels about me has changed
Thanks for playing
Try again
How could I forget?
Mama said, “Think before speaking”
No filter in my head
Oh, what’s a boy to do?
I guess he better find one
Hermione was certainly one quiet witch for the rest of the
meal, and we all know she is never at a loss for words. I swear I don’t know
how to read her. Is the thought that the two of us could be on a
date at some point in time so shocking?! She has to know I sort of fancy her
by now. I mean, she is the cleverest witch in our year. Okay,
so I really never said it out loud, but come on….who else do I bicker with as
much as Hermione? If that’s not affection, I don’t know what is!! Or maybe
she knows, but doesn’t feel the same about me. I could easily bollix up our
friendship by trying to be the boyfriend she doesn’t want. And if I drove her
away, that would hurt Harry as well. How am I to know what she wants?
I can’t talk to Harry about this because he has his own
problems with Cho.
I’m never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I’d rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Oh, I’m never speaking up again
Starting now
Starting now
Hermione must still like Krum, that bloody git! She still
writes to him. He wants more than just to be her pen pal. I know how boys
think. How can I compete with a real Quidditch star? Hell, even I would
choose him over me! I know Viktor has to figure into this somehow. Pen pal my
arse!
One more thing
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But it’s all because of this desire
I just wanna be liked
I just wanna be funny
Looks like the joke’s on me
So call me captain backfire
She kissed me on the cheek before my first Quidditch match,
so she must like me a bit. Well, okay, she kissed Harry the same
way at King’s Cross that one time, but he was really a mess and that was just
an act of friendship. My kiss was different… wasn’t it?
I’m so confused! And what about the Christmas present I
gave her? She thought the perfume was “unusual”. Unusual is good, right? I
paid attention; I noticed she’s a girl! Now it’s her turn to notice that I’m a
boy!
I’m never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I’d rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Oh, I’m never speaking up again
I’m never speaking up again
I’m never speaking up again
Starting now
Starting now
Me and my big, fat, stupid mouth!
A/N: Thank you for reading.
Well, here comes the real test...PLEASE REVIEW.
Remember, this is my first time and your comments are
greatly needed.
Anyone want to read Hermione’s POV???
