Admittedly, this is very short. I just love the first verse of this song. I wrote this just because I could, to be honest, so feel free to review however you see fit. This was set around late third, early fourth year. Hermione/Ron forever!
Those fingers through my hair…
Hermione's slender fingers picked a spider out of his fiery hair. Ron wasn't fazed by the eight-legged beast, didn't care that he'd made a fool out of himself. She was laughing, her freckly cheeks flushed, her brown eyes bright.
That sly, come hither stare…
Those eyes, he could lose himself in them. Soulful, sweet, and full of wisdom. Ron would endure hour-long lectures about Transfiguration from her, just to stare into her eyes.
That strips my conscience bare…
Admittedly, he wasn't having any trouble with Charms, didn't need extra study sessions during lunch. It was worth the boredom, just for an hour or two alone with her in the common room. The sweet, enchanting scent as she leaned close to him, to go over yet another charm. Her soft, silky hair, and the urge not to reach out and stroke it. Listening to her, being with her, loving her. That was better magic than any of her spells.
It's witchcraft.