(Disclaimer: I am not Rowling. All characters and material surrounding the Harry Potter series mentioned are hers, not mine. This is not for profit, only entertainment. Enjoy, review, share, etc…but especially review. Lyrics in italics are from the song "Give Me Love" by Ed Sheeran. All rights of that song go to him. Thanks for lending a voice, Rowling and Sheeran).

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Give me love, like her…

I sit idly in the commons area. Idly? Granger? Yes, it is possible, and yes, that is what I'm doing at this very moment: sitting idly, a half second from twiddling my thumbs—anything to keep me from staring at the red haired beauty playing chess on the other side of the room.

She seems utterly far away. The space seems utterly large. And I feel utterly small.

Cause lately I've been waking up alone…

There are many people between her and me, but as I'm staring at her from across the room I only see her. There is only her in my eyes. There's an old saying concerning the feeling of "butterflies" in one's stomach, when they are completely smitten by another.

But what animal or insect can explain the feeling of tumbling boulders rolling around my navel as I ponder how to express my carnal desires to the fire-crowned angel over there? I don't know.

For once in my natural born life, I know nothing about something-this feeling; only that it is there and as unavoidable as the impending doom of He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named, himself.

Paint splattered tear drops on my shirt…

I blink back tears from the pain of the feeling in my heart—the feeling that I'm in love with a certain Weasley from afar. I'm in love with Ginerva Weasley, you see, and I have felt that way for as long as I can remember.

The weight of the couch shifts and the smell of Quidditch robes hit my nostrils. This Weasley, taller and with much shorter flaming red hair leans into me and kisses my neck, the stubble of his beard electrifying the small bundle of nerves it came in contact with. More tears. One falls.

Told you I'd let them go…

I don't want this Weasley. I want the other one. I need the other one: the one that is sitting across the room, unaware of my longing gaze as I watch her kick the arse of some poor second year who boasted too loudly about his skills in Wizard's Chess.

"Mione, are you all right babe?" his tired voice whispers against my neck.

I push him away from me as I have done every night for the past year.

And that I'll fight my corner…

I don't want him to touch me. I want her. It's her that I dream of every night, and nothing else. I want nothing more than to tell her my dreams…my fantasies.

Maybe tonight, I'll call you…

Every night I'll get some semblance of courage…

After my blood turns into alcohol…

And every night she'll look my way for a split second and make me unravel again. For one night, I just need her in my arms, aware of my existence and aware of the heart that only beats for her.

No, I just wanna hold ya…

I need time. I need opportunity. I need her.

Give a little time to me to burn this out.

We'll play hide and seek to turn this around.

All I want, is the taste that your lips allow.

My, my, my, my…Oh give me love.

She moves a strand of loose hair behind her ear. I should be doing that for her. I stare at her intensely. She blinks, and suddenly returns my gaze. My breath catches in my throat. I stand, stiffly, and do everything I can to rush to my Head Girl room.

I feel her electric blue eyes on me as I nearly run to the stairs, leaving a confused Ronald in my wake.

(A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. I'll post another soon. Reviews are welcome. Thanks.)