The Way I am

If you were falling, then I would catch you.

You need a light, I'd find a match.

The quiet music filled the small kitchen, and Hermione softly swayed to the beat whilst she was washing up. As she listened to the words she thought of a certain red head, who was now more than a friend in her life.

And as she sung to the lyrics he came into the room, hugging her from behind.

'Good morning' he said. She turned around his arms and stared into his brilliant blue eyes.

'Cause I love the way you say good morning

She sang smiling up at him; he chuckled a little, and then moved over to the kitchen table to grab a piece of toast. Then walked back over to her and kissed the tip of her nose.

And you take me the way I am.

She watched him walk towards the living room, and stand close to the fire, placing his hands close to the flames, and then rubbing them together. It was a cold afternoon, and the whole house was freezing, but Ron had given her one of his many sweaters that his mother had knitted, and she very gratefully took it, not having anything else to warm her up. But she didn't no that all of his other sweaters were either in the wash, or somewhere hiding under the mess on his bedroom floor.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.

She offered the sweater back, but he shook his head and hands, saying he was fine, but took a permanent seat in front of the big orange flames.

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled as she thought how sweet he really was. He was always kind to her, and now that they were together, he complemented her often. They also had little pet-names which they called each other, like baby, which she thought was very cheesy when he first said it, and broke out into a little giggle fit as they were trying to kiss. But then when he said it softly and whispered it in her ear, it made her knees go weak.

'Cause I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

She set down her sponge and washing up equipment, and walked over to him, and sat behind him rapping her arms around his shoulders. She kissed his cheek, and then began to play with his hair.

She loved his hair. And always had. It was so cute how it fell into his eyes when he was trying to concentrate. She never wanted to lose his hair, and she defiantly never wanted to lose him.

I'd buy you Rogaine if you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

As weird as it did sound, she could actually imagine growing old with Ron, she already knew that he was the one for her. But the most important thing was that he loved her for her, and she loved him because he was Ronald Weasley, and she knew they were made for each other. And as the song finished, she thought it was if it was written for her to sing it, so she sung the last few like quietly, and again swayed to the slow beat, and just enjoyed this moment with Ron.

'Cause I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.

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So there you go (: I think this is better than my other Song Fic, so please review and tell me what you think (:
The song is 'The way I am' by Ingrid Michaelson.