A/N Songfic time again! I would advise to listen to this beautiful song :) please r&r! Am, as always, open to CC :D PN: I put the Beirut babbling in italics and the Hollyness is in normal.

Disclaimer: if I could write songs like Beirut or books like J.K Rowling, I would have probably be the most famous person in the world ;) enjoy!

He walked outside to the ancient willow tree, whose leaves were dripping with crystal rain drops.

And there she was.

Dancing and laughing with no care in the world, he walked over to her and pulled her into a slow waltz, her bare feet lightly treading on the grassy floor, she threw her pale, blonde hair back and looked into his eyes with wide, bright blue ones. She started to hum a beautiful melody that they had made up together a few weeks before.

He had never been happier.

The times we had

Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow

We're not all bad

We put our feet just where they had, had to go

Never to go

He trapped her hand in his and they trickled towards the small stream that ran perfectly by the willow. She looked disappointed that their dance ended so soon, but her face lit up when he transfigured a normal pebble into a shining gold stone.

The shattered soul

Following close but nearly twice as slow

In my good times

There were always golden rocks to throw

At those who admit defeat too late

Those were our times, those were our times

He dreamed as she dipped her dainty feet into the diamond waters, he dreamed that one day he would make her happy. One day, he thought, he would make her his.

And I will love to see that day

That day is mine

When she will marry me outside with the willow trees

And play the songs we made

They made me so

And I would love to see that day

Her day was mine.

She turned to him and she smiled dreamily, she went and sat next to him. They sat there, with the willow tree and the little stream, and watched the sun hang lower and lower into the sky. The ring box in his pocket was suddenly feeling lighter and they never wanted that euphoric, beautiful moment to end.

A/N mark 2: please r&r!

~Holly~