"Fell"

There are so many words never to be said,

So many things I will never tell,

Floating in my mind, released into my head.

I thought I had just tripped; now I realize I fell

Deeper and deeper into love with you.

But what is this love they speak of, anyway?

All the things I thought I'd never do,

All the things I knew I'd never say.

Is it the way you call my name?

Or how you light up the world?

It's no longer just a game –

I only want to be your girl.

Want to hold you so tight

And whisper all my dreams

But you consume my dreams tonight

In this deep and endless sleep.

I tried to deny my feelings for you

Because I did not want to feel this way.

I wish I could know why I do what I do

Or why I say the things that I say.

But the things that I don't are what hurt me the most

Cuz it makes me realize that you are not mine.

And if you were I would brag and I'd boast

To have such a love with you, so divine.

Is it the way you call my name?

Or how you light up the world?

It's no longer just a game –

I only want to be your girl.

Want to hold you so tight

And whisper all my dreams

But you consume my dreams tonight

In this deep and endless sleep.

You can't be gone – you were never here.

You're always too far, yet so very near.

Just a brush past my fingers, the tips on your face.

I need you here with me, in this place

Right now.

Is it the way you call my name?

Or how you light up the world?

It's no longer just a game –

I only want to be your girl.

Want to hold you so tight

And whisper all my dreams

But you consume my dreams tonight

In this deep and endless sleep.

There are so many words never to be said,

So many things I will never tell,

Floating in my mind, released into my head.

I thought I had just tripped; now I realize I fell.

Dear Journal,

It's my first song ever, but it completely expresses the way I feel right now. I mean, I had no idea things could happen so fast! One minute, he's my friend, nothing more. He's just a tall kid with red hair who stood up for me when Malfoy called me a Mudblood and would hold me when I cried because Buckbeak had been executed. The next minute, my teeth seemed too big and my hair seemed too frizzy and my eyebrows seemed much too thick and I found myself wishing for a laser hair removal technician to come and take it all away. And I realized how lucky I was to have a guy who would hold me when I fell into his arms and cried until my eyes were red and would try and curse Malfoy for calling me things but end up on the ground behind me belching out slugs. How many guys would do something like that?

Well, Harry might, but only as a friend.

And I can't help but think that maybe there's something wrong with me that makes me think I have a chance. I mean, the last girl he looked at was Fleur Delacour! She was a Veela, for God's sake! Only another Veela could compete with that!

Maybe I do actually have a chance with him. After all, he's always insulting me and ragging on Viktor.

But probably not.

Hermione

Ron's hands trembled as he turned to the next page. How many other tall red-headed kids were there in the school that had held her when she cried or defended her when Malfoy called her a Mudblood?

He couldn't think of one.