Watching every motion
In the foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say, my love
It sat high above in sky, shining down in a glory not known to man or woman alike. I lay on the grass staring beyond. I often lay here, staring up at the large moon, comparing its mystery to her. She was stunningly beautiful, but what made her all the more beautiful was the fact that she had no notion of it. She was so modest, and so helping. I laugh remembering the time, she, along with myself and Harry, had been walking up the steps. It's a known fact the stairs of Hogwarts have the uncanny ability to move, well… move they did, and the stupid first year, fell flat on her arse, well of course Harry and I laughed. As the first year frantically tried to grab her books and stand up… she fell… again. So I laughed… again… and harder this time.
Well, believe you me, I stopped the minute her elbow connected with my gut and I was left air less. I watched her cross the steps and help the young girl back to her feet. I love to see her mad. After that I was fed sum lecture of being a role model, and helping others. I plead guilty, I wasn't listening to her, I was too busy watching the red flush spread across her cheeks as she relayed her anger on me and Harry, and how her eyes darkened. I love everything about her.
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
She's really… pure, for lack of a better word. She carries such innocence about her, it make all the guys want her more. It's common knowledge that when a girl has better things worry about, like school or her friends and family, and not about boys and trying to be the most beautiful or most popular… well suddenly we want you more. We really are a strange species, the male species that is. Always wanting what we'll never get. That's why I come here, I can freely think, and not be interrupted. I don't have to worry about someone catching me either, its late at night; people are resting in their beds dreaming of their objects of desire, not wondering the grounds.
Another thing I love about her, how she loves rules. How she's always setting them for herself, but always breaking them. She believes that follow the rules and nothing can go wrong. Yet I don't know how many times we've gotten into trouble, and… well not much has gone wrong. We are pretty lucky though. She's been extra tough on herself this year,
"As head girl I must set an example of myself, as should you Ronald." I love how when she's angry she uses my full name. It just sounds so right falling off her lips. To my ears, cliché as it is, it sounds just like a prayer. Perfect.
Watching I keep waiting
Still anticipating love
Never hesitating
To become the fated ones, oh yeah
I could sit and tell you about how perfect she is, for hours. For example, the way she wears a pair of jeans. She manages to make something so casual look so classy. And the way she pairs them with a simple tank top in the summer or a cardigan in the winter. I love the way she shows no skin, yet is always the sexist girl in the room.
I love, and I mean love her lips. I think their perfect. They suit her… is that possible… for your lips to suit you? Well… if it is, hers are eleven out of ten. The way the corners turn up when she's acting smug, or how when I make her laugh they seem to spread from ear to ear, flashing perfect teeth.
Speaking out laugher, I adore her laugh. It's like music, the softest of kinds. The way red spread across her cheeks as she gasps for breath, and who her whole face seems to glow, as she comes down off the adrenaline rush laughter gives you.
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say, my love
I've thought about telling her, I really have. But its not as easy as it sounds. She is my best friend, and I don't want to screw that up. Now you may say, 'make a promise what ever happens, you two will ALWAYS be friends.' I've tired these before, they never work. It's always too awkward, and I'm sorry, but I just won't risk that.
I think I'd rather spent my life with a bunch of 'what if's' then not have her as a friend… Ahh Hell, who am I kidding? I know I need to tell her, when I'm around her, words… they just don't come. It's like I speak them, but before they reach her ears, they disappear into oblivion. I've never exactly been articulate, and I've always been horrible at expressing how I feel, I can barely tell my own mother I love her.
I could imagine trying to tell her, I'd be a blubbering mess... I could see it now, your got, staring her in the face
"Hermione.. I… I… I… I… Lo..L…lov…"
And her, laughing harder than ever, harder than I laughed at the stupid first year. Yes… It would be a dream come true.
Not.
Take my breath away
Take my breath away, oh woah yeah
I've never seen myself as the type she'd fall for. I'm nothing special. About 6'4, thin. Shaggy red hair which, in my opinion, take 6 years of my 18. Freckles, gods if I could curse the ruddy things off my face I do it in a flash. I've a fair amount of muscle, Quidditch, but let me say, I'm no Draco Malfoy, as much as I hate the ruddy bastard, he is probably the strongest in the school, even though Harry still kicks his ass at Quidditch.
Harry being my best mate and all, well he keeps telling me to just get off my lazy arse and tell her. He says its obvious to everyone but her that's I'm lusting after her, and he says, that's if I don't tell her, he will. I know he wouldn't…
Er' at least I hope he wouldn't.
Through the hourglass I saw you
In time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed I called you
And turned to hear you say
If only for today
I am unafraid
The night has fallen silent again. I like it when it's like this, just me, my thoughts, and the crisp night sky.
"Ron?" a quite voice. I sit up and glance behind me, there she is, looking like a goddess in a simple white night gown, the moon causing her to look as thought she was glowing. "Ron, you had me so worried, I went into your room to talk, but you weren't there."
I didn't say anything, if I have been given a better opportunity; I have no idea when it was. But I was so shock to see her out here, and so nervous, that I suddenly had a serious lack of words and I couldn't talk. She had quite literally taken my breath away.
"What's wrong Ron? What are you doing out here?"
I quickly came to my senses. In my head I formed an answer word for word, then said it
"I was just thinking." Well… it was a start.
"What in god name were you thinking about here, that couldn't have been thought inside, Ron you head boy, you need to set an ex-"
Not another on of these, I needed to shut her up.
"You." I interrupted. Wait a minute… YOU?! what had I been thinking? Oh please no. Just don't here it please.
Take my breath away, oh oh yeah
You take my breath away, oh oh
(Take my breath away)
You take my breath
You take my breath
"Me?" she questioned, "What about me?" Once again, it seemed some higher power had over come me, and, well he stole my words. I wasn't about to think logically, I was panicking. I couldn't talk.
I needed to do something, and I needed to tell her. NOW. Since I was lacking in the vocal department, I took action, I closed the distant between us. Pausing as a stood in front of her.
Then, in one fast swoop, I had cupped her soft cheeks in my hand and placed my lips ever so gently on hers. Now, I wasn't really expecting a response, but the one I got wasn't so bad. He lips began to move against mine, and… and she was kissing me back.
You take my breath away
(Take my breath away)
You take my breath away
You take my breath away
You take my breath away
I pull back now, and I notice a faint flush spread across her cheeks, how cute. I lean forward and place a soft kiss on either cheek, oh how I love her cheeks.
"Wh-What was that for?" she asked.
I took a deep breath, and in what I hope didn't sound to rushed or panicked, I said,
"Since I was 11 years hold, I have loved you, and… and I've been such a wanker and have been too scared to tell you, so here it is. Hermione Granger, I am head over heels in love with you."
Hermione laughed then, and I swear, it was a nightmare come true.
"Your not a wanker Ron, I've loved you just as long, and its like, I could tell you, and I've tried, but my word always fail me."
It was like I'd received and elbow to the gut, except this time, it was a happy elbow.
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