Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, though I wish I owned Fred. Caution, this story contains an OOC Fred.
He took her breath away,
As he sat by the piano,
Music streaming from his fingertips.
He took her breath away,
As that music reached
In the Paris twilight.
He took her breath away,
As the moon shone brightly,
On the iced walkway
He took her breath away,
As she walked toward him,
Her Gryffindor pride leaving her.
He took her breath away,
As he looked her way,
And his blue eyes met brown.
He took her breath away,
As his face brightened,
And revealed his crooked smile
He took her breath away,
As his fingers stopped flying,
And the music died away.
He took her breath away,
As he rose from his bench,
And walked towards her.
He took her breath away,
As he took her hands,
And looked deeply into her eyes.
He took her breath away,
As he said her name,
Hermione.
He took her breath away,
As he said those three words,
"I love you".
He took her breath away,
When she knew,
He was the one.
He took her breath away,
When he dropped to one knee,
And pulled out that ring.
He took her breath away,
As he asked,
That fateful question.
He took her breath away,
"Hermione Jean Granger,
Will you marry me?"
He took her breath away,
As he took her into his arms,
Holding her close.
He takes her breath away,
Every single day,
That Fred Weasley,
Takes her breath away,
Takes her breath away.
Completely breathless
When I am in your presence
When you say my name.
The Paris Twilight
Brings out the Gryffindor heart
My breath has left me