A/n- I own nothing that you recognize.
You try hard not to notice her, you really do. But it's really difficult not to see her with her sunshine hair and big brown eyes. She walks the halls as if she owns them; but you're forgetting that she's a Weasley which means that she does, in fact, own the halls. You're truly captivated by her and not just because of her beauty. Her charming, friendly personality has you falling fast. But she doesn't even notice a fellow Ravenclaw such as yourself.
You've noticed a change in her recently and you don't like it. Her head that once was held high is now hung low. The sparkling brown eyes that you love to see are hidden behind her hair. Even though you can't see her face, you know something is wrong. You just wish that you could know what has changed.
Rumors spread around Hogwarts like wildfire and for once, you're thankful for it. You know what has gotten her feeling so bad. All you want to do is pull her close and hold her tight. But you're just a stranger and you're sure that if you do that, she'll hex you. You just want to comfort her in her time of need.
One of these days, she'll realize that you'll always be there for her. But that day just isn't today. Instead, she's staking out in her dorm and you're left wishing that you could hold her.
A/n- This is written for the "Make an album into a story" Challenge. My album is Comatose by Skillet.
