A/N: This is a very angsty and romance centered Romione bit. I've been having a lot of trouble writing lately, and this is really all I've come up with in weeks. I'm sorry if it isn't any good, I've just been having a bad time of it lately. It actually suits my mood quite well.

Is this what love feels like? Everything she does-it takes my breath away. The way she tries not to smile at my jokes. The way she throws her head back when she laughs. She doesn't realize how she makes me feel. When she is curled up on her favorite sofa, reading one of her ridiculous books. When she is concentrating or worried, and she chews on her lower lip. She captivates me. I honestly couldn't tell you what I am doing half the time I am with her-I'm too busy taking in every bit of her that I can get. She is the most beautiful girl in the world, in so many ways. She's still friends with me, after all of the bloody hell I've put her through. That's got to count for something.

I'm sitting here, thinking these things, but she has no idea. I stare into her chocolate brown eyes, but she doesn't see what I see. She needs to see-I need her to see. Suddenly my Gryffindor bravery decides to show itself, and I act on impulse. I tilt her chin up with my finger, and she stops laughing. She's looking into me as I'm looking into her. I press my lips onto hers-I try to fit all of my emotions into that one kiss, because, for some reason, it feels like my only chance. She responds, and it's-like magic.

Then, I wake up on the floor of an old musky house, and I see the angel. Her bushy hair is covering part of her lovely face, but I know that behind those beautiful eyes, she is dreaming of someone else.

Let me know what you think, I'd love some good feedback or constructive criticism.