DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, even though I will own Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix on June 21. I can't wait!
I love looking at you when you don't know it. When you're deeply engrossed in your favorite book, "Hogwarts: A History," I love watching you twirl your hair absentmindedly or when you bite your lips irritatingly, whenever you're frustrated with the fact that no one has bothered to mention house elves.
I love how you never mind the fact that your hair is a bushy mess. Though you try desperately to straighten it with every potion and spell you know, none of them will change my attitude towards your hair. Especially, after endlessly trailing my fingers through it, no one will ever know that I ran my hands through your lovely bushy hair.
I love the way you taste during our wonderful kisses. It's so indescribable that no word in that Muggle Oxford Dictionary can explain the feel of your lips, the warmth of your breath against my lips, and the look on your face after you reluctantly pull away from me. I know you want more, but even Prefects have rules for their behavior.
I love the way you scold me. Your eyes flashing with anger, your mouth pouring out every hideous word you know, and the way your hair flies about you; people would think you were a mad woman on the loose. But I know, deep down inside, you know that I'm going to come to you late at night, coax you out of bed, and kiss me until I lose my breath. I dream about those moments, while you're berating me.
I love your eyes. Most people would probably believe the reason I like them is because they remind me of a Chocolate Frog. In a way they do have the rich texture, the delicious look, and the warm charisma, but your eyes are so welcoming, so wonderful, and so full of love and energy that I don't know what I'd do if I didn't wake up to see your eyes gazing into mine.
I love it how you keep your anger inside of you whenever the Slytherins dare to taunt you with their cruel jokes. But, I've always treasured the moment when you boldly approached Malfoy, (that slimy git), and slapped him across the face. I've always been fascinated by you for doing such an outrageous thing.
I love the fact that you never mind the way you look. You don't spend endless hours in front of the mirror, putting on lipstick or eye shadow, or constantly brushing your hair, whenever it fizzes up. Without makeup, you're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I never once stopped telling you that, because I love seeing your face light up when you know for certain that this handsome boy is in love with a girl like you.
I love your body. During school, it was never fully exposed since heavy books and the long school robes we had to wear surrounded you. No one really paid attention to the way your body suits you so perfectly; even Harry and the rest of the boys were too thick to notice it. But when we're alone together late at night, and every bit of clothing is off you, I truly enjoy seeing the little curves, feeling the smooth skin, and the way your body fits so perfectly into mine. I knew from then onwards, we were meant for each other.
I love your voice and your laugh. Most of the time, you waste your voice by scolding me for doing my homework at the last minute, or teasing me when freckles flame when I'm angry. But when you sing, everything else around me disappears and I feel that I'm only left with you, and I would be content. It is so melodious that no one would believe me that this was the very girl who once taught me how to properly say the spell, "Wingardium Leviosa." I've never forgotten how to say that.
I love the way you touch me. When Harry told me he was starting to date my younger sister, Ginny, I was in a rage. I remember causing a huge commotion in the commons room as I yelled at Harry with all my might. And just when I was about to lunge at him and punch the lights out of him, Seamus and Dean tried to pull me back, but they were at a loss. But, when you came out of the blue, and lay your hand on my shoulder, with one simple gesture you pulled me away from hurting Harry any further. I don't know how you did that. But ever since then I've tried to control my temper.
I love how at our wedding, your eyes kept a firm hold over mine. Even then your eyes expressed the love you had for me. You were so confident, so ready, so determined, that I never have once asked myself that you might have regretted the fact that you married me. The ceremony was a blur, but you stood out of the crowd, as we were pronounced man and wife.
I love how at Harry and Ginny's marriage, you didn't mention the fact that I was crying with emotion. I never did approve of their relationship, but I remember the countless times you reminded me that at least it was Harry and not somebody else. When Harry officially became her husband, I held your hand tightly, and you responded with the same strength. I just wanted to know that you were still here by my side.
I love it after our first child was born; I brought her over to you, once the doctors had informed me that you were awake. Looking so pale and fragile in that bed, I wanted to leave everything and wrap you up safely in my arms. But our daughter was in my hands and we adored her. When we voiced her name, it sounded so perfect; that I knew it was just meant to be.
I love it that you are such an amazing mother; the hours you spent with her perfecting her ABC's and 123's are such memorable moments. You brought Nora up the way you thought was best for any child. The way you hold her, kiss her, speak to her, even smile at her, it's hard for me to imagine that we created her together.
I love it how you comforted me after Nora left on the train to Hogwarts. There were tears in my eyes that I just didn't have the heart to brush away, but it was you who pulled me into a warm embrace and wiped away all my tears. At that moment, you reminded me that I wasn't alone, that I still had you to be with.
I love it how you and I were the happiest parents at her graduation, seven years later. She didn't have the adventures we did when were in school, but she nonetheless made us proud of her achievements. This time, I brushed away the tears that dripped down your cheek, as I held your hand closely, and securely wrapped an arm around your waist.
I love how you patiently waited for me as I walked our daughter down the aisle during her wedding. You wanted to share in the glory, but everyone knows the father has to hand his daughter over to her husband. I did, however, whisper in her ear, to remember that she owes this all to her mother for you were in charge of this beautiful wedding. When they danced together, I had the sudden urge to swing you in my strong arms, remembering the old times.
I love it that you don't mind the fact that even though we've grown old, our deep love for each other would never fade away, that it would remain as young as it was, the day we first learned we had such strong feelings for each other. We've changed, but some things will never disappear and I will continue to cherish the many years yet to come with you.
I love it that you're my wife, Hermione Granger Weasley. I love it that I'm your husband, Ronald Arthur Weasley, and I will continue to love you for the rest of my life.
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I love looking at you when you don't know it. When you're deeply engrossed in your favorite book, "Hogwarts: A History," I love watching you twirl your hair absentmindedly or when you bite your lips irritatingly, whenever you're frustrated with the fact that no one has bothered to mention house elves.
I love how you never mind the fact that your hair is a bushy mess. Though you try desperately to straighten it with every potion and spell you know, none of them will change my attitude towards your hair. Especially, after endlessly trailing my fingers through it, no one will ever know that I ran my hands through your lovely bushy hair.
I love the way you taste during our wonderful kisses. It's so indescribable that no word in that Muggle Oxford Dictionary can explain the feel of your lips, the warmth of your breath against my lips, and the look on your face after you reluctantly pull away from me. I know you want more, but even Prefects have rules for their behavior.
I love the way you scold me. Your eyes flashing with anger, your mouth pouring out every hideous word you know, and the way your hair flies about you; people would think you were a mad woman on the loose. But I know, deep down inside, you know that I'm going to come to you late at night, coax you out of bed, and kiss me until I lose my breath. I dream about those moments, while you're berating me.
I love your eyes. Most people would probably believe the reason I like them is because they remind me of a Chocolate Frog. In a way they do have the rich texture, the delicious look, and the warm charisma, but your eyes are so welcoming, so wonderful, and so full of love and energy that I don't know what I'd do if I didn't wake up to see your eyes gazing into mine.
I love it how you keep your anger inside of you whenever the Slytherins dare to taunt you with their cruel jokes. But, I've always treasured the moment when you boldly approached Malfoy, (that slimy git), and slapped him across the face. I've always been fascinated by you for doing such an outrageous thing.
I love the fact that you never mind the way you look. You don't spend endless hours in front of the mirror, putting on lipstick or eye shadow, or constantly brushing your hair, whenever it fizzes up. Without makeup, you're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I never once stopped telling you that, because I love seeing your face light up when you know for certain that this handsome boy is in love with a girl like you.
I love your body. During school, it was never fully exposed since heavy books and the long school robes we had to wear surrounded you. No one really paid attention to the way your body suits you so perfectly; even Harry and the rest of the boys were too thick to notice it. But when we're alone together late at night, and every bit of clothing is off you, I truly enjoy seeing the little curves, feeling the smooth skin, and the way your body fits so perfectly into mine. I knew from then onwards, we were meant for each other.
I love your voice and your laugh. Most of the time, you waste your voice by scolding me for doing my homework at the last minute, or teasing me when freckles flame when I'm angry. But when you sing, everything else around me disappears and I feel that I'm only left with you, and I would be content. It is so melodious that no one would believe me that this was the very girl who once taught me how to properly say the spell, "Wingardium Leviosa." I've never forgotten how to say that.
I love the way you touch me. When Harry told me he was starting to date my younger sister, Ginny, I was in a rage. I remember causing a huge commotion in the commons room as I yelled at Harry with all my might. And just when I was about to lunge at him and punch the lights out of him, Seamus and Dean tried to pull me back, but they were at a loss. But, when you came out of the blue, and lay your hand on my shoulder, with one simple gesture you pulled me away from hurting Harry any further. I don't know how you did that. But ever since then I've tried to control my temper.
I love how at our wedding, your eyes kept a firm hold over mine. Even then your eyes expressed the love you had for me. You were so confident, so ready, so determined, that I never have once asked myself that you might have regretted the fact that you married me. The ceremony was a blur, but you stood out of the crowd, as we were pronounced man and wife.
I love how at Harry and Ginny's marriage, you didn't mention the fact that I was crying with emotion. I never did approve of their relationship, but I remember the countless times you reminded me that at least it was Harry and not somebody else. When Harry officially became her husband, I held your hand tightly, and you responded with the same strength. I just wanted to know that you were still here by my side.
I love it after our first child was born; I brought her over to you, once the doctors had informed me that you were awake. Looking so pale and fragile in that bed, I wanted to leave everything and wrap you up safely in my arms. But our daughter was in my hands and we adored her. When we voiced her name, it sounded so perfect; that I knew it was just meant to be.
I love it that you are such an amazing mother; the hours you spent with her perfecting her ABC's and 123's are such memorable moments. You brought Nora up the way you thought was best for any child. The way you hold her, kiss her, speak to her, even smile at her, it's hard for me to imagine that we created her together.
I love it how you comforted me after Nora left on the train to Hogwarts. There were tears in my eyes that I just didn't have the heart to brush away, but it was you who pulled me into a warm embrace and wiped away all my tears. At that moment, you reminded me that I wasn't alone, that I still had you to be with.
I love it how you and I were the happiest parents at her graduation, seven years later. She didn't have the adventures we did when were in school, but she nonetheless made us proud of her achievements. This time, I brushed away the tears that dripped down your cheek, as I held your hand closely, and securely wrapped an arm around your waist.
I love how you patiently waited for me as I walked our daughter down the aisle during her wedding. You wanted to share in the glory, but everyone knows the father has to hand his daughter over to her husband. I did, however, whisper in her ear, to remember that she owes this all to her mother for you were in charge of this beautiful wedding. When they danced together, I had the sudden urge to swing you in my strong arms, remembering the old times.
I love it that you don't mind the fact that even though we've grown old, our deep love for each other would never fade away, that it would remain as young as it was, the day we first learned we had such strong feelings for each other. We've changed, but some things will never disappear and I will continue to cherish the many years yet to come with you.
I love it that you're my wife, Hermione Granger Weasley. I love it that I'm your husband, Ronald Arthur Weasley, and I will continue to love you for the rest of my life.
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