"Hey, Hermionie!" Ron yelled as he strode over to me.

I was curled up into a ball in the Gryfyndor common room. Ron had just come back from Quidditch practice. There was mud all over his robes, and his face was damp and red. Windswept hair framed the face I had memorized.

"You would never guess what happened tonight!" he exclaimed.

"Tell me." I ordered softly.

I don't think that passenger seat

Has ever looked this good to me

He tells me about his night

And I count the colors in his eyes

We laugh together at his poor puns. I tell him what I did, he returns the favor. We sit next to each other all night, talking, laughing. The whole time, I'm watching him.

He'll never fall in love he swears

As he runs his fingers through his hair

I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong

And I don't think it ever crossed his mind

He tells a joke I fake a smile

That I know all his favorite songs and

We bid each other goodnight, and run upstairs. I escape him with teary eyes. My bed calls me, sweetly, calmly, with open arms. I jump in, and just dream.

I could tell you his favorite colors green

He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth

His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes

And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

And wait.

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AN

Based on "I'd Lie" by Taylor Swift