Disclaimer: The song Harry Sings belongs to Celine Dion. Sheesh I hate
disclaimers…
Ron was eating in the Great Hall one day, when the owls carrying mail flew in.
Harry got a letter, and when he opened it…
WHOOSH KLUNK SPROIIINNGGG BOIIINNGGG POOF!
Stars flew through the air as Harry fell backwards in his chair onto the floor.
Hermione shook her head, "Oh no…a Memory Charm through the mail."
"Will this ever end?" Dean shook his head.
Harry then sat back up, with a passionate-singer look on his face. He then began to sing like a pop-star, pushing his voice as if to sound like a woman.
"Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you. That is how I know you go ooonnnnnnnnn…"
Seamus Finnigan rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me this time he's SINGING!"
"Well, I'm not curing him again." Hermione continued eating, trying to ignore the singing Harry.
Ron was staring at the girl. Today she had seen him staring, and the two exchanged smiles and the girl rippled her fingers in a shy wave.
He then got an idea. If Memory Charms could be sent through the mail, then love notes could be sent through the mail! And in the note, he could ask what her name was! Why hadn't he thought of it before?! And today was Saturday- he had the whole day to write something REALLY lovely!
He bolted his breakfast and dashed to his dormitory.
A half hour later, Ron had a scroll of medieval-looking paper on his desk his dorm with not a single thing written on it. Instead, he paced around the dorm, twirling his quill in his hand, while Seamus, Dean and Neville sat on their beds, trying to think of something to say to help Ron with his poem.
"Well, you could quote something from a song or poem…" Seamus suggested.
"Yes, that might work." Ron began to think.
"And send a bouquet of flowers or candy or something like that along with it," added Dean.
"Yes, yes…"
"Or say something from the heart! She'll admire that!" Neville piped up.
"Shut up, Neville!" Ron snapped, "You know that won't work!"
"Well, actually somebody once said, 'the best gifts come from the heart'…" said Seamus.
"Yes! From the Heart! Why didn't I think of that before?!"
"You didn't! I did!" Neville protested.
"Oh, whatever. Let's get busy!"
So Ron decided to write from his heart, while trying to sound like a poet.
*~*
The next day, after Ron had stolen the still-singing Harry's owl Hedwig, Ron had delivered the love letter to his love.
"This had BETTER work!" Ron said under his breath as he watched the Post come in. The owls swooped around, and Ron saw the white figure of Hedwig soar in with the letter in her talons, and she dropped it in front of the girl. Ron saw her pick up the letter and unroll the scroll in puzzlement.
Her face turned redder than any shade of red Ron had seen as she read it. He grinned as he saw her look up from the letter at Ron.
She gave him an are-you-serious look and he flashed her his sexiest smile. She smiled too, and wrote a reply on a piece of paper and gave it to Hedwig. She flew across the Hall and dropped the letter off at Ron. It said:
Meet me at the lake tonight at eight o'clock.
See ya there, sweetie!
Ron felt the very depths of his soil warm up. She had called him 'Sweetie'. That meant she liked him!
He only hoped no one would interrupt him TODAY!
~*~
She sat the lake, re-reading the letter Ron had written her. She still tingled with pleasure, even though she had just read it for the fifth time. His letter said:
(Note: if you think I am bad at love poems please say so if you review me because I think I am…)
O my dearest, my fairest one,
I am a fool to you. Whenever I look into your eyes I feel a power coming to me, warming the depths of my soul.
You're so mysterious, probably because I do not know your name, my dear. But when I first saw you, I wondered if an angel had walked into the room.
Do Angels not have names?
But it seems you have one- so they must.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
I am in love with you.
Ron
A tad cheesy as it was, the girl felt happy every time she read it.
"Hey." She heard Ron's voice behind her. She turned around and smiled back.
"I'm really flattered Ron…I don't think I deserve it…" The girl smiled at Ron.
"Oh but you most certainly do." Ron sat down and began to stroke her hair. After a few strokes he put his arms around her waist, "So will you tell me what your name is? Or do I have to make one up for you?" he grinned.
She put her arms around her neck and kissed him.
"My name is Mika." She said.
"Mika…" Ron echoed, his lips tingling where they had kissed.
"Yeah."
They sat in silence for a moment, just listening to the night. So Ron now knew her name. No more searching. He'd done it. He'd never felt happier in his life.
The lights began turning off at Hogwarts as the boarders drifted off to bed.
"I think we'd better go in," Mika said finally, "we'll get in trouble if we're found out here any later than this."
"Of course, my dear."
They held hands as they walked back to the castle.
Ron entered his dormitory, after he had walked Mika to her house and they had kissed good-night. Now he looked at Dean, Seamus, Fred and George were sitting in the Common Room, hoping they wouldn't notice his shining eyes.
"Where were you?" Dean asked.
"Outside."
Fred rolled his eyes at Ron, "Was 'She' there?"
"You mean the new girl?"
"Yeah…she your girlfriend?" George grinned.
Ron thought for a minute, "Yeah," he said finally, "She is."
Seamus sat bolt upright in his chair, "What's her name?"
Ron thought for another minute. If he told them her name they would probably tease him about it, but if they didn't know quite yet, then it would still remain anonymous, and maybe even he and Mika's further love would remain private too.
"You don't need to know."
Ron was eating in the Great Hall one day, when the owls carrying mail flew in.
Harry got a letter, and when he opened it…
WHOOSH KLUNK SPROIIINNGGG BOIIINNGGG POOF!
Stars flew through the air as Harry fell backwards in his chair onto the floor.
Hermione shook her head, "Oh no…a Memory Charm through the mail."
"Will this ever end?" Dean shook his head.
Harry then sat back up, with a passionate-singer look on his face. He then began to sing like a pop-star, pushing his voice as if to sound like a woman.
"Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you. That is how I know you go ooonnnnnnnnn…"
Seamus Finnigan rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me this time he's SINGING!"
"Well, I'm not curing him again." Hermione continued eating, trying to ignore the singing Harry.
Ron was staring at the girl. Today she had seen him staring, and the two exchanged smiles and the girl rippled her fingers in a shy wave.
He then got an idea. If Memory Charms could be sent through the mail, then love notes could be sent through the mail! And in the note, he could ask what her name was! Why hadn't he thought of it before?! And today was Saturday- he had the whole day to write something REALLY lovely!
He bolted his breakfast and dashed to his dormitory.
A half hour later, Ron had a scroll of medieval-looking paper on his desk his dorm with not a single thing written on it. Instead, he paced around the dorm, twirling his quill in his hand, while Seamus, Dean and Neville sat on their beds, trying to think of something to say to help Ron with his poem.
"Well, you could quote something from a song or poem…" Seamus suggested.
"Yes, that might work." Ron began to think.
"And send a bouquet of flowers or candy or something like that along with it," added Dean.
"Yes, yes…"
"Or say something from the heart! She'll admire that!" Neville piped up.
"Shut up, Neville!" Ron snapped, "You know that won't work!"
"Well, actually somebody once said, 'the best gifts come from the heart'…" said Seamus.
"Yes! From the Heart! Why didn't I think of that before?!"
"You didn't! I did!" Neville protested.
"Oh, whatever. Let's get busy!"
So Ron decided to write from his heart, while trying to sound like a poet.
*~*
The next day, after Ron had stolen the still-singing Harry's owl Hedwig, Ron had delivered the love letter to his love.
"This had BETTER work!" Ron said under his breath as he watched the Post come in. The owls swooped around, and Ron saw the white figure of Hedwig soar in with the letter in her talons, and she dropped it in front of the girl. Ron saw her pick up the letter and unroll the scroll in puzzlement.
Her face turned redder than any shade of red Ron had seen as she read it. He grinned as he saw her look up from the letter at Ron.
She gave him an are-you-serious look and he flashed her his sexiest smile. She smiled too, and wrote a reply on a piece of paper and gave it to Hedwig. She flew across the Hall and dropped the letter off at Ron. It said:
Meet me at the lake tonight at eight o'clock.
See ya there, sweetie!
Ron felt the very depths of his soil warm up. She had called him 'Sweetie'. That meant she liked him!
He only hoped no one would interrupt him TODAY!
~*~
She sat the lake, re-reading the letter Ron had written her. She still tingled with pleasure, even though she had just read it for the fifth time. His letter said:
(Note: if you think I am bad at love poems please say so if you review me because I think I am…)
O my dearest, my fairest one,
I am a fool to you. Whenever I look into your eyes I feel a power coming to me, warming the depths of my soul.
You're so mysterious, probably because I do not know your name, my dear. But when I first saw you, I wondered if an angel had walked into the room.
Do Angels not have names?
But it seems you have one- so they must.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
I am in love with you.
Ron
A tad cheesy as it was, the girl felt happy every time she read it.
"Hey." She heard Ron's voice behind her. She turned around and smiled back.
"I'm really flattered Ron…I don't think I deserve it…" The girl smiled at Ron.
"Oh but you most certainly do." Ron sat down and began to stroke her hair. After a few strokes he put his arms around her waist, "So will you tell me what your name is? Or do I have to make one up for you?" he grinned.
She put her arms around her neck and kissed him.
"My name is Mika." She said.
"Mika…" Ron echoed, his lips tingling where they had kissed.
"Yeah."
They sat in silence for a moment, just listening to the night. So Ron now knew her name. No more searching. He'd done it. He'd never felt happier in his life.
The lights began turning off at Hogwarts as the boarders drifted off to bed.
"I think we'd better go in," Mika said finally, "we'll get in trouble if we're found out here any later than this."
"Of course, my dear."
They held hands as they walked back to the castle.
Ron entered his dormitory, after he had walked Mika to her house and they had kissed good-night. Now he looked at Dean, Seamus, Fred and George were sitting in the Common Room, hoping they wouldn't notice his shining eyes.
"Where were you?" Dean asked.
"Outside."
Fred rolled his eyes at Ron, "Was 'She' there?"
"You mean the new girl?"
"Yeah…she your girlfriend?" George grinned.
Ron thought for a minute, "Yeah," he said finally, "She is."
Seamus sat bolt upright in his chair, "What's her name?"
Ron thought for another minute. If he told them her name they would probably tease him about it, but if they didn't know quite yet, then it would still remain anonymous, and maybe even he and Mika's further love would remain private too.
"You don't need to know."