#ronnie and charlie are being precious

[waugh-bao]

[rons-hermiones]

Come Find Me

Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Ten

Christmas came quicker then anyone had expected. 

Soon after his talk with Harry yesterday, his mother had walked in on Ron attempting to tackle Bill to the ground, but she soon stopped it and they all ate dinner. 

Hermione was absent for the meal. Ginny said she was pretty worried about the lack of response from her parents so she was going to write again. Thankfully, Molly didn’t push, understanding she needed her space. 

When breakfast came the next day, there was no pressure for them to eat as a whole, the same for lunch. The reason being, is that his mother forced a few of them to see great Aunt Muriel before dinner. 

Ron hadn’t been one the fortunate ones to get out of it. 

Harry and Hermione had no pressure to go for obvious reasons. Anyway, it was for the best knowing how Muriel was. Fred and George decided to open the shop just for the morning in hopes to get last minute buyers and Charlie somehow convinced his mother and the twins to go. 

So just after one o’clock, Ron, Ginny, Fleur, Bill, and his parents apparated back to the Burrow. 

“Merry Christmas dears! We had gone before you woke.” Mrs. Weasley quickly clambered into Harry, pulling him into a bear hug. 

“Merry Christmas.” He said back embracing her, “thanks for having me.” 

“Always dear, always.” She tells him with a kiss on the top of his dark hair. Then Molly whips around and grabs for Hermione, making her drop that book, “and you too Hermione, Merry Christmas.” 

“Happy Christmas Mrs. Weasley, thank you for putting up with me.” She whispered hoping Ron wouldn’t hear. 

She pulled away and kept her at arm's length, brushing some curls from her face, “nonsense Hermione, you’re family and we’re here for you.” 

Soon the brunette's eyes gloss over as Molly pulls away telling them she needs to start on dinner. 

With quick well wishes to Harry and Hermione everyone vacated the room, save for Ron. This being the first time the three of them have been alone together. 

“Happy Christmas Harry,” he turns to the witch wearing an uncertain expression, “Hermione.” He says softer.

Harry stands for a moment, a little unsure of what exactly is about to happen. 

“Happy Christmas Ron.” There’s a soothing quality to her voice, something he hasn’t heard in months. 

They just stare for a few moments before Harry feels the need to break it up, “um you too Ron. Hermione, did you still want Hedwig?” 

She shakes her head, breaking their gaze, “please.” The brunette admonishes lightly. 

“Why do you need Hedwig?” He blurts out before he can help himself. 

She answers nonetheless, “to write to my parents. I haven’t heard from them, but I wanted to wish them a Merry Christmas.” The bushy haired witch replied, lips in a thin line. 

“Oh I’m sorry.” He replied soundly. 

Briefly remembering her conversation with Fleur, she eyed him, trying to get a read. He did seem sincere. 

“It’s okay.” She tries to give him a smile but it falters. 

He notices the attempt and can’t help but beam in return, his chest feels like it’s on fire. 

Seeing this as a good sign, he pushes his luck, “hey I was hoping that-” Ron begins nervously. 

“Here she is!” Harry comes down with Hedwig on his arm, interrupting them. 

“Ronnie, come grab this for me! I can’t reach!” His Mum yells as soon as Harry enters. 

He looks to her apologetically, letting her know he wants to stay. 

And shockingly, she seems to understand, “it’s okay Ron, tell me later.” Hermione said voice both quiet and soft. 

At this he smiled again, liking the fact there was a promise for later. 

...

Dinner, though delicious, went by very fast. With eleven people scarfing down a lovely meal and the promise with gifts after, everyone ate rather quickly. 

Normally the Weasley’s opened presents in the morning, but because of the impromptu trip to Muriel’s they decided to follow up dinner with gifts. 

So far everything had gone off without a hitch. 

Everyone enjoyed the gifts from Hermione. Mr.Weasley had been marveling at the alarm clock for the past twenty minutes as the Muggleborn finished explaining batteries best she could. 

Same goes for Harry, who was able to finally give back the family, dousing them in some of the best Wizarding products. This earned a scolding, yet grateful look from Molly herself. 

Now it was time for Mrs.Weasley to pass out gifts. She always made sure everyone opened them one at a time, in order to revel in their smiles. 

“Here Fleur, this ones for you dear.” Molly says softly, pushing a wrapped present in her hand. 

“You shouldn’t have!” The blonde exclaims a bit breathless at the gesture. 

Mrs.Weasley tuts, “nonsense dear, you’re family now.” 

With watery eyes, she ripped open the paper to reveal a soft jumper. Unfolding it, she held it up to see what it was. At the sight she squealed. 

Fleur turned around the navy blue thing to reveal a large periwinkle ‘F’ sewn onto it. She knew what these meant to her fiancé’s family. 

“Wicked Fleur, we’re twins!” Fred announced holding up his own jumper, a dark green with an orange ‘F’. 

“Hey!” George exclaimed, feigning hurt. 

“Oui Fred! Des Jumeaux!” She said excitedly. 

“Oh that’s just so precious,” Molly gushes, “I have to get a picture.” She’s up and scrambling for her camera. 

“Mum!” Bill exclaims, embarrassed. 

Fleur however is ecstatic, standing up and pulling the thing over her head proudly. 

Hermione couldn’t help but beam at the sight. The first genuine smile she’s felt in a while. She’s so glad Fleur is finally feeling at home here. Since their talk that day she can’t help but appreciate the woman even more. 

“Hey,” a voice low in her ear breaks Hermione’s revere, “I got you something.” 

She turns to find Ron leaning over, blush on his cheeks. 

“Oh.” Is all she manages to say, pretty shocked. She clears her throat, “I uh, I got you something too.” 

“You did?” He asks, surprised. 

“Yeah,” she begins sheepishly, “well it was before...” 

“Right.” The ginger says stiffly, not allowing himself to indulge in such a thing for too long. 

“I do still want you to have it though.” The witch feels the quick need to assure him at the shift in his tone. It’s mad she’s so worried over the littlest things about him, while he’s got her a wreck. 

“Alright well how about we go to the garden, yeah? Away from everyone.” He suggested bravely. 

She contemplates this. Being alone with Ron feels a little dangerous as of late. “I don’t know...” Hermione says after a minute. 

��Please,” he pouts a little, “believe it or not Hermione, I want to do something nice for you.” He tells her with conviction. 

She sighs, unable to turn away those blue eyes, “okay.” The brunette agrees defeatedly. 

A grin works its way onto Ron’s face as he soon pulls a parcel from behind a nearby chair, like he planned it. 

“I reckon we should slip out while they’re distracted.” They peer over to find Fred and Fleur smiling for Molly as Bill looks thoroughly embarrassed. 

So caught up at the scene in front of her, she doesn’t respond, worrying Ron. “What I mean is that I just don’t want anyone to say anything to make you uncomfortable, or I guess that-” he rambles on. 

Easing him, Hermione cuts him off, “I understand Ron, I just need to get it from my trunk.” 

He nods in understanding. The pair stand up and part ways. Hermione to Ginny’s room and Ron to the garden. 

On his way out he runs into Lupin, who practically interrogates him as to where he’s going. His former professor has been nothing but paranoid as of late, thankfully, Tonks eases the man just in time for Ron to slip away. He just hopes Hermione doesn’t have a similar problem. 

And for once, luck appears to be on Ron’s side, as he watches her emerge from the kitchen door just a few minutes later, now donned in a baggy blue jumper to fight off the cold. 

“Hi.” The brunette announces, nervously picking at the ribbon tied snugly around his gift. 

“Hey.” He replies, incredibly soft. 

They just stare at each other for a few minutes, taking one another in. 

When the gaze becomes too heavy, the redhead clears his throat, “wanna go over there? I know how much you like it.” Ron points to an old bendy oak tree just meters away. 

Hermione blushes at this and is more than thankful Ron can’t see as much in the moonlight. Slowly and silently they work their way there. 

“You go first.” He says a bit flustered. 

Nodding, she pushes the present into his arms. As he takes it, he can’t help but note how heavy it is, curious, he eyes her. 

“Well go on.” She teases lightly, he’s missed this from her. 

Eager, he tears open the orange paper and sloppily unties the golden ribbon. 

The first thing that catches his eye is the engraving on top: ‘Property of Ron Weasley’, this beckons him on as he slides off the wooden top to reveal a shiny new wizarding chess set. And sitting on the board, is a small card. 

‘Something to call yours, Happy Christmas Ron. 

Love, Hermione.’ 

He’s not sure how many times he reads it. It must’ve been a while because Hermione eventually breaks him from the daze. 

Love, Hermione. 

“I just thought well, it’s silly, but once in fourth year you told me that you’d never had anything to call your own. You probably don't even remember it now but I-” she rambles, taking his silence as discomfort from the gift and note. 

Love, Hermione. 

“No, I remember,” Ron is soon to assure, “I remember it perfectly well, you uh, you’d told me that you were mine. Just mine.” His ears glow pink, he doesn’t know why he said it. 

And Hermione, she doesn’t know what to say back. Well, she knows what she wants to say, but not what Ron wants to hear. 

But for Ron, in all honesty, a call back to such a special moment for him coupled with the way she signed that card, well it awoke something in him. It wasn’t quiet confidence, more like courage. 

“Look Hermione, there are so many things I want to,” he pauses, “no that I need to tell you, that you deserve to know.” A shaky breath pushes past his lips as he runs a hand through his shaggy hair, “Merlin, I dunno where to start, I guess maybe with-” 

Crack. 

They jumped, Ron’s gift for her, that he had been holding, toppled onto the grass. 

“What was that?” Hermione asks suddenly startled, hand reaching into her waistband for her wand. 

Sensing her unease, he’s quick to calm her, despite his racing heart, “I’m sure it’s just Lupin and Tonks leaving, yeah?” He offers. 

Slowly, she nods, relaxing the grip on her wand. 

Taking another deep breath, he starts to go on again, “look, as I was saying, I just wanted to-” 

Crack.

Suddenly the sound of sloshing water filled the cold air. 

“Ron, I really think we should go make sure everything’s alright.” Her voice was shaking. 

He nodded in understanding, lightly grasping her hand and pulling her back toward the house. Merlin, he was ready to curse whoever the hell interrupted him this time. 

As they approached they found the entirety of the Weasley’s, plus Lupin, Tonks, Fleur, and Harry, with their wands drawn. 

At the sight of Ron and Hermione, all wands were pointed to them. This made the ginger nudge Hermione behind him, her hand still in his. 

“It’s just us.” He announces. 

All wands are lowered. They seem to think the noise came from the pair. 

“But we heard it too. It sounded like apparition.” Hermione soon clears up, putting everyone on edge again. 

Then, as if a product of everyone’s nightmares a shrill cackle fills the air. 

“I killed Sirius Black!” The familiar voice of Bellatrix Lestrange sings from nearby. 

“It’s her.” Harry whispers gruffly. 

“Harry don’t.” Lupin warns fiercely, grabbing at the chosen one's hoodie. 

He seems to respond to this and stays rooted. After all, Sirius was Lupin’s friend too. 

Another set of heavy footsteps crunches atop dead leaves as a low growl permeates the already tense air. 

Ron’s grip on Hermione’s hand only strengthens, as they use their free ones to draw their wands. 

“What do we do?” Ginny stage whispers to the group. 

“Go inside.” Arthur tells his daughter. 

“Dad,” the younger girl goes to protest. 

Her words die in her throat as a shadow makes its way out of the tall grass into the open space around them. 

“Merry Christmas!” Bellatrix shouts in mock cheer and she stands in the open space. 

Hermione can’t help but shutter. She hasn’t seen this mad woman since the Department of Mysteries, since she killed Sirius. But she has dreamt about her. About how she beckoned Dolohov to curse her, the laugh that escaped her as he did. 

“Now let’s see what we have here,” she smiles sickeningly as Fenrir Greyback joins her side, “Greyback I do believe you’re already acquainted with some of these folk, but let me remind you.” 

Hermione swears she sees Lupin tense at the sight of the vicious werewolf. At his creator. Bill is wearing a similar expression. 

“Well if it isn’t my niece!” She says looking to Tonks, “there we have Sirius Black’s best friend, you know him, don’t you Greyback?” She pauses as the werewolf licks his lips, “oh and of course, Sirius Black’s godson! Hi there Potter.” The curly haired witch grins. 

Harry lifts his wand higher, ready to curse her. This does nothing but elicits a cackle from the mad woman. 

“Stupid boy, now where was I? Oh, well, anyone with red hair, now that’s a blood traitor. They go by the name ‘Weasley’ these days.” 

Molly tightens the grip on her wand. 

“What the hell do you want?” Tonks is the one who dares to ask, being most familiar with Bellatrix. 

She ignores her, “ah wait, I almost missed that one.” 

Her dark eyes land on Hermione’s terrified ones. 

“Surprised you’re still kicking around. Thought Dolohov got rid of such filth last spring. No matter, Greyback does filthy blood satisfy you?” She teases, making Hermione shiver. 

Ron’s grip on her, if possible, got tighter, as he raised his wand. Ready to use a more damaging spell then ‘eats slugs’. 

The larger man licked his lips, “Mudblood is usually sweeter.” He claims. 

And not even caring if they were two death eaters, Ron spoke up, “you leave her the hell alone.” He all but growled, tone rivaling Greyback himself. 

“Oh!” She squealed excitedly, “brave boy you got here Arthur! I remember this one well from the Ministry too. Not surprised he cares for such a thing. Look at the lot of you!” 

“Ron.” Hermione warned as he started to step forward. 

“Enough chit chat, incendio!” The witch exclaimed, expelling a ring of fire around the group. 

Then, she begins skipping away, “I killed Sirius Black. I killed Sirius Black.” Her ear splitting voice echoed through the air. 

“Don’t,” Hermione and Ron hear Lupin warn as he grasps at Harry, but it’s too late, he’s running through a small opening in the flames. 

“Harry no!” Hermione yells to the Boy-Who-Lived. 

Running on nothing but adrenaline, worry, and instinct, in one swift motion she pulls away from Ron and races after him. 

“Hermione!” He calls out moving to grasp at her again. She’s too quick, escaping into the tall grass. 

Frantically, he peers between his family and the small opening flickers to a close in the fire. Giving them one last look, he makes his decision. 

“Ronnie don’t.” Bill says weakly. 

“I’m sorry.” Is all Ron says before he’s trampling his way through the hot flames.

[rogerdvies]

But Ron and Viktor being "just friends" for a //really// long time and everyone's just so fucking fed up with it and by that point the next gen kids are either in hogwarts or on their way there and have already caught on and are already fed up themselves and they all start trying to play matchmaker. And the next time Viktor comes over he's surprised to find them all suddenly calling him "Uncle Viktor" and so is Ron but the other adults are all like "really you didn't see 1/? Next gen matchmakers

message #2: that coming?" And then it kind of escalates bc Teddy and Victoire got the grand idea to make Viktor a Weasley sweater that matches Ron's and convincing their Grandma Molly to change his so they had matching color schemes and each had the other's initials on the back with theirs on the front (which of course they didn't fucking notice for about 3 hours) and also George was all too willing to let Fred II and Roxanne have a ton of enchanted mistletoe once they told him why.

message #3: And then of course there's Molly II and Lucy who, with Percy and Hermione's assistance, have a whole repertoire of slick innuendoes, puns, sly comments and clever jokes about the two and their "sexual tension" - all of which they can and will use at any time and/or place, half of which will completely bypass the pair, but be clear for several others, and the other half of which at least one of them will get and end up flushed and stuttering for the next ten minutes.

message #4: And then of course there's James and Albus fucking Potter who have managed to convince their dad to let them "borrow" his invisibility cloak for the occasion, and take every opportunity to push them together or try to trip one just so the other would catch them. (Needless to say they were quite a menace.) Sometimes Lily would join them, but she had another job to do. Innocent little Lily could still claim to want a bed time story and get her wish, so whenever one of her

message #5: parents stayed up to tell her a story, which ended with the prince and princess from warring kingdoms running away together, all she had to do was bat her eyelashes and ask "why would they do that?" And they would inevitably answer with something along the lines of "They loved each other very much," and she'd counter, just loud enough, with "Like you two?" And when the nod came, she'd continue "and like Uncle Ronnie and Uncle Vik?"

message #6:  Viktor was downstairs, so thankfully he didn't hear. Ron, however, was passing by in the hallway, and when he heard, he //choked//.) and we can't forget Ron's older brothers, now can we? Because Charlie, the little fucker, got Ron into a conversation about different dragon types during lunch. When Ron admitted that his favorite type of dragon was probably a tie between the Hungarian Horntail, Charlie had responded with a "Really? Had you pegged for more of a //Chinese Fireball// kind

message #7: of guy, myself." Ron had frowned at him, asking him why on earth that was, and while neither he nor most of the others got it, Harry, Viktor and Fleur seemed to, and while Harry and Fleur seemed to think it was hilarious, Viktor's face was almost completely covered in a deep blush. Charlie kept dropping comments about Chinese Fireballs for the next week and exactly everything about them that Ron would love, and while the other champions had never been more pleased with

message #8: the dragon tamer, Viktor is embarrassed as hell and is worried that it's only a matter of time before Ron catches on, so he avoids being in the same room as both of them at once as much as possible. And there's a lot of other little shenanigans to try to push the two together whenever they're around, too, (like getting the whole family to the table and only leaving two spots next to each other before calling either down to meals) but those are the main ones, and overall

message # 9: one big mess but it's so great and the kids always manage to discuss new strategies whenever they go to stay at each other's houses for the night, and Ron and Viktor are about the last ones to catch on, but they do eventually, and they're each about mortified and hoping to all things good that the other one will never figure it out, not knowing they already did. (I'm really sorry I went way overboard on this. Have a good week! :)

this is literally the most adorable thing i have read today. honestly, like, the idea of this requited but undiscovered love between the two for so long, and then the children being the pesky little ones to try to bring them together is a heartwrenching, incredibly cute thing. heartwrenching because they’ve known each other for so many years and hadn’t acted upon their feelings, but heartwarming and cute because these children - precious souls loved by everyone even though they are troublemakers- see it and bless their pure souls decide they have to do something about it. like. yes please. give me ron with longer hair and viktor with a bit of scruff from aging and both oblivious and then children pushing them together. it’s so cute.

never apologize to me for going overboard with viktor and ron - there is no such thing as too much when it comes to them. 

[warnerbaby]

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[Let's paint this picture, friends. Winnie is sitting after school, and this was supposed to be posted earlier in the week but work and stuff but whatever--there’s no such thing as coming late to the ball game right. Because cheerleaders are known to throw parties with an hr notice so, ya. and ya that’s the point of this post, sh.

Warner baby is waiting on Miguel or something. She's taken to a picnic table and she's scrolling through IG or something like that because she's a teenager and she does what teenage girls do, idk. Despite the circumstance, of you know, your almost boyfriend/love of your whole god damn entire life/the one who manages to take your breath away when he says your name/etc having a baby with another much older,  much more interesting, and much prettier woman than you are-- Winnie has stood completely by Miguel Rivera and held his hand to class and all that jazz. YiKEs.

And through trembling lips of hers and Miguel’s the news was revealed, and inside her heart, both swelled and dropped to the tops of her knees because, yes she was happy for her almost-boyfriend. She was on the brim of excitement for him because babies are a joy, right? They smell so good, and they are so soft and cuddly and they are precious bundles of joy, and why wouldn’t anyone want one around? BUT also she was tormented by the thought that the person giving him this wonderful experience and sharing it with him was a completely different person than her. It pained her, but she held back her tears, (until that night I’m sure), and she smiled, and she hugged him as if to say never let go-- though I’m sure she was the first to let go, yIKEs. NOT MY BUSINESS.

It wasn’t that she wanted to exactly pull away. Not at all, when Miguel Rivera says he needs you, you are happy to be there for him because it’s all you’ve ever wanted in your whole existence, right? Miguel Rivera needing Winnie Warner solidified his “I love you, Winnie” even more. Because when you’re Winnie and the first words out of Miguel’s mouth had always been “What do you want, Winnie?”-- well you welcome the change. You welcome the smiles now, along with the cuddles, and kisses on the forehead that come along with them.

But there is also this tiny thing called being cautious because, honey dear, if it’s one thing Winnie Warner is good at, it’s being good at goodbyes, and doubting herself completely. She still wasn’t entirely trusting in the idea that Miguel could have both her and a family with another woman. It would be too much. Wouldn’t it? How would he juggle the daunting task of becoming a new father, and still find time to ask her to be his girlfriend, because that hadn’t happened yet, right?  Was it supposed to be implied? Did that make her the “other woman” or “the homewrecker” and was she okay with that title? And she still couldn’t forget that the mother of Miguel’s child would have been his own stepmother--It crawled on her skin like cockroaches in the night, and bats flapping their wings in her stomach every time Miguel so much as looked her in the eye. 

The more her doubts were, the stronger and louder they seemed in her head, and as if to cruelly remind her, the voice of her brother, and her mother, and her father filled her thoughts to spill the reminder: Ronnie had an important out of town game this weekend and they would be gone for her birthday.

So she had that to fester on, and had Miguel even realized that it was her birthday? Would they be spending time together? With the news of the baby, there’d be no way he’d be allowed to hang out with her right? Because he had yet to tell his parents, and neither of them would be okay with the situation. 

And there was the tiny thought in her head that Winnie, dear, needed a friend to speak to about all of this-- one that was familiar with this sort of torn feeling--a friend that she trusted a great deal, and though she knew would be entirely judgemental of the situation-- she would make her feel loads better about the situation and about herself. Because Charlie Jo was the nicest person in terms of Winnie Warner, and she would be back home any day now. Perhaps the Rogers’ wouldn’t mind if they spend her birthday together?

When along comes a spider to stir the fucking pot. AVOCADO.

She has blonde hair and terrifyingly kind smile. And she's reaching up in a wayyy too friendly manner, scooping some of Winnie's hair behind her cheeks, and fashioning it in a nice ponytail. Because overly friendly cheerleaders fix their friends hair, right?

This gives baby Warner quite a freight lol but it's nothing that Charlie Jo has ever done to her tbh. ]

What are you doing out here all alone?~

Waiting for soccer practice. [Because she has plans w mIGUEL, but she doesn’t say this.]

Oh, [ And subject change!! Because maybe she's not a fan of Miguel? Who even is, besides Winifred?] Well, I  heard this weekend is your birthday. Is that true?

Saturday. Yes.

Plans?

None. My parents are out of town again. I figured I'd stay in, maybe order some pizza and watch some movies. 

With Mr. Lucky?

Maybe? I don’t know. I was also hoping to hang out with Charlie Jo since she'll be back this weekend but that's all depending on--

Charlie Jo?? [ Probably an eye zoom because she'd only known of Charlie and Winnie hanging out at parties... which gives her a wonderful idea!] Oh, no. Winnie. I think this calls for a celebration. Double celebration!

What do you mean?

A party, silly! Your parents are gone. It’s your birthday. Charlie Jo may be back in town. It’s perfect.

Oh. I don't know. Charlie's not much of a party person.

Not from what I can tell. I’ve only seen Charlie Jo at parties, and I’m sure she’ll be happy to be free from jail or whatever.

Military school.

Same thing. I'd say she could use it.

[ Winnie sighs because she really wasn’t ready for something extravagant evEN.] That's the last thing she needs.

And you... know what she needs? After one homecoming dance?

[ A head shake and you can tell this conversation is making Winnie uncomfortable by the raising of her hand to her neck to hide that hickey from so long ago] Besides her and Miguel don't necessarily get along. They wouldn’t be able to be so much as the same room as each other.

So don't invite him? 

What?!

I think a break from each other is what you too need. 

He needs me.

He needs someone to put up with his shit and tell him he's pretty, and I think he's finally realized that you're the perfect person for that, but you know what I think-- I think that it's unfair. We've been here for you all this time, and now suddenly he's in the picture. He wasn't there for you all those times he's made you cry. 

[ A lengthy pause of breath because it's been unleashed, Abby hates Miguel like all the other cheerleaders lol.]

I think you've had enough of his pushing and pulling. I mean, I still can’t believe you’ve forgiven him for the cousin thing, and then the cousin at homecoming thing. All he does is hurt you, Winnie. You deserve better.

[ An eye twitch at that dEserVE WORD.] I love him that’s why I forgive him, and he’s changed. 

That's fine and dandy, but you should really learn to love yourself first and realize that he's not as great as you think he is.

[ Abby’s let go of Winifred’s hair, because I’m sure the soccer boys are now piling out of the gym or whatever.]

Anyways, I’m late for jounalism, but while I’m there I'll work on invitations for this weekend, and send you pics, along with a guest list, party decorations, and other things. Love ya. K. 

[ And she’s off before Winnie can disrupt this. yIKEs. ] 

[whitejeweler]

Welcome to Music Monday when we bring you great songs with jewelry, gemstones or precious metals in the title or lyrics. Today, we present The Rolling Stones’ newly released, kaleidoscopic lyric video of their 1967 smash hit, “Ruby Tuesday.” The video premiered in May, of course, to promote the group’s 2018 European tour, which kicked off in London.

Composed by Keith Richards and Mick Jagger, the hauntingly beautiful ballad is our pick for the most popular “ruby” song of all time — even though it’s about a lost love and not about the coveted scarlet gemstone.

The famous reprise goes like this… “Goodbye Ruby Tuesday / Who could hang a name on you? / When you change with every new day / Still I’m gonna miss you.”

The lyric video delivers a throwback vibe on a number of levels. The producers used the original mono recording and illustrated the lyrics with brightly colored floral and paisley graphics reminiscent of the 1960s hippie era. The choruses cut to kaleidoscopic patterns set against a bright ruby red backdrop, ensuring a big hit of color in contrast to the verses.

In his autobiography, Richards noted that “Ruby Tuesday” was inspired by an emotionally devastating breakup with his girlfriend, Linda Keith, who left him for a poet.

“That’s the first time I felt the deep cut,” he explained. “The thing about being a songwriter is… you can find consolation in writing about it, and pour it out… It becomes an experience, a feeling, or a conglomeration of experiences. Basically, Linda is ‘Ruby Tuesday.’”

The Rolling Stones released the original 45 of “Ruby Tuesday” in January of 1967 and the song immediately ascended to #1 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 chart. Rolling Stone magazine ranked the song #310 on its list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.

“Ruby Tuesday” had been intended as the B side of “Let’s Spend The Night Together,” another Stones hit, but radio deejays at the time were uncomfortable with the adult theme of the A side, and chose to play the flip. Today, the 45 is referred to as a double-A-sided record.

The Rolling Stones are credited with more than 250 million album sales. They are members of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and were ranked fourth on Rolling Stone magazine’s list of the “100 Greatest Artists of All Time.”

Septuagenarian rockers Jagger, Richards, Charlie Watts and Ronnie Wood will be performing “Ruby Tuesday” on their “No Filter” tour, which runs through July 8 and will take the band throughout Europe.

Please check out the new video of “Ruby Tuesday.” The lyrics are below if you’d like to sing along…

“Ruby Tuesday” Written by Keith Richards and Mick Jagger. Performed by The Rolling Stones.

She would never say where she came from Yesterday don’t matter if it’s gone While the sun is bright Or in the darkest night No one knows, she comes and goes

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I’m gonna miss you

Don’t question why she needs to be so free She’ll tell you it’s the only way to be She just can’t be chained To a life where nothings gained And nothings lost, at such a cost

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I’m gonna miss you

“There’s no time to lose,” I heard her say Catch your dreams before they slip away Dying all the time Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind Ain’t life unkind?

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I’m gonna miss you

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I’m gonna miss you

Credits: Screen capture via YouTube.com.

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I was just watching a concert (Chile, 2016) and during the introductions, Mick and Ronnie are gesturing for Charlie to get closer as they typically do. Charlie takes several steps forward and bows and then Mick says “Very good Charlie.” He says it into the mic but it isn’t very loud and it isn’t at all sarcastic. It is just this little genuine praise for Charlie putting himself out there just a little bit more than usual. It’s very cute. Mick’s like “my shy friend walked five more feet than he usually does and I’m going to acknowledge and praise that!”

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Final bows (2002)

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