Once Upon a Time
I
lie in the grass, let the sun melt away
The
ice and the cold that had built up each day.
Something
in my heart burns like a flame
That
I cannot let go of just the same.
You
kept it alive, you nurtured it well.
You
helped me up when I stumbled and fell.
I
didn't know what I know now.
You
were just a friend – I didn't know how
One
kiss, one touch
One
laugh could mean so much,
One
smile, one grin
Can
complete the world I'm in.
One
blush on one day
You
picked me up and took me away.
My
love for you is not a crime
Cuz
I live in once upon a time.
Be
my prince charming on a noble steed.
Be
my one, my only, everything I need.
Hold
me close enough to you to make me fly
And
whisper that you will never say goodbye.
I
watch from afar and wish I could be
Your
princess filled with love and beauty.
I
didn't know then what I know now.
You
were just a friend – I didn't know how, baby,
One
kiss, one touch
One
laugh could mean so much,
One
smile, one grin
Can
complete the world I'm in.
One
blush on one day
You
picked me up and took me away.
My
love for you is not a crime
Cuz
I live in once upon a time.
Locked
in my tower, come and save me.
All
that I need is your love, baby.
I'll
leave my glass slipper so you can find
Me
in this world that I left behind.
Don't
eat the apple – there's poison inside.
And
with love's first kiss I will no longer hide
From
you.
I
lie in the grass, let the sun melt away
The
ice and the cold that had built up each day.
Something
in my heart burns like a flame
That
I cannot let go of just the same.
You
kept it alive, you nurtured it well.
You
helped me up when I stumbled and fell.
I
didn't know what I know now.
You
were just a friend – I didn't know how
One
kiss, one touch
One
laugh could mean so much,
One
smile, one grin
Can
complete the world I'm in.
One
blush on one day
You
picked me up and took me away.
My
love for you is not a crime
Cuz
I live in once upon a time.
My
love for you is not a crime
Cuz
I live in once upon a time.
Dear Journal,
Well, this one is much different from the others – this one makes it seem sort of like I actually have something that's worth holding on to. But it's more about how I am waiting for my prince charming, even though I can tell that he's standing right in front of me. Right in front of me! Honestly, I don't know why I don't just reach out and grab him. He's so close, and yet so far away.
Today was a good day. I made some progress. I tried to fix my hair, and I didn't think it worked, but Ron told me that it looked nice. Apparently I had achieved my goal of loose, gently curls rather than the untamed ones that usually fall below my shoulders. And then after he complimented me, he asked me for help on homework, but he didn't bribe me this time. In fact, when I told him for the thousandth time that he needed to figure it out himself or he'd fail the tests when I wasn't there to help him out, he simply shrugged and walked away, then went off and sat in his armchair and attempted to decipher his Transfiguration notes.
He just sat there for a couple of hours, staring into the fire, getting nothing done. And then around midnight, just as I was packing up my books to go and get ready for bed, he walked up to me and told me that I was right – I wouldn't always be there to tell him all the answers, and he had to learn for himself. After all, when we were going to take the N.E.W.T.'s, he said, I may very well be on the complete opposite side of the room. I laughed and had a strong urge to hug him, but I refrained. Instead, I complimented him on his philosophical ways.
As I was walking up the stairs to the Dormitory, I was shocked to hear a soft, "Sweet dreams, Hermione." I stopped in my tracks, beamed to myself, and turned to face him. He was sitting in his chair, but was turned to look at me.
"Sweet dreams, Ron," I had uttered softly. And then I had walked back up the stairs and written my song, and here I am now, wishing he could read this but praying that he wouldn't.
Ron laughed to himself, thinking of the look of shock on her face if she were to see him with it now.
