Return To Me

Chapter Three – Flowers And A Poem

"Harry! Harry!" Seamus' voice rang out in the hall as he ran after Ron and Harry the next day. "I've got it! I've got the perfect poem!"

Grinning, Harry asked him to recite it. "Well, let's hear it then."

Clearing his throat, Seamus recited it. "Okay. Here goes. Roses are red, violets are blue, I made a stupid joke and lost you. Please forgive me." He said proudly, puffing out his chest. "What'd you think?"

Ron looked like he'd been petrified. Harry blinked, not sure of what to say. He laughed nervously. That was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard. How could he ever tell Seamus that he hated it?

"Uhm," Harry said smiling falsely. "That was… Uhm… I'm speechless."

"Okay, how about this one," Seamus suggested as he got out a piece of parchment. "Hermione, sorry I made that horrible joke, I was just being a stupid bloke."

Ron tried to keep himself from laughing. He took a deep breath and in a quivering voice said, "How about this Seamus. My name is Harry Potter, and I made a mistake, how about we shake hands and share a milkshake?"

"What… Sorry to break it to you Ron, but that sucked," Seamus said shaking his head.

Ron faked a gasp. "Really? No!" He rolled his eyes.

"Well, if you don't like any of those, we could come up with some after lessons. What do you say?"

Harry immediately nodded. "Absolutely. Terrific idea. We've gotta go now. See Ya." Harry grabbed Ron by the collar and dragged him off. "Can you believe him? Those were the lousiest poems I've ever heard!"

"He's off his rocker is what. Why do you have to put in a poem anyway? You could just say sorry." Ron muttered.

"I could, but then there wouldn't be much effect. No, Ron I've gotta do something that'll prove to her how much she means to me."

Ron gasped. "You do love her don't you?" he sniggered again. "Awe…"

"Oh shut up," Harry snapped and stormed up to the common room. Unexpectedly, he bumped into Hermione as soon as he walked through the portrait hole. He stared at her, unable to speak. She scowled at him. "S-S-sorry."

"Hmph," she said and pushed past him. She gave Ron a smile and greeted him before leaving.

Ron shook his head as he joined Harry on the sofa. "Well, it's official, she hates your guts. Are you sure that she'll be swayed with your flowers and poem?" Ron asked.

Harry looked up at Ron. What if they didn't work? He sighed. "Well, there are always many things one can do. But I'm not going to give up on her so easily." His voice quivered. "I mean… I need her."

Ron looked surprised. Was his best friend going to cry over a girl? At the thought of it, Ron began to feel very uncomfortable. He awkwardly patted Harry on the back and tried his best to comfort his downtrodden friend.

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When the whole tower for Gryffindor Tower was soundly asleep a group of students gathered in the common room, ready to discuss what needed to be done. Yawning and sleepy eyed, Ron took a seat on a chair and shook his head.

"Why've we got to do everything so late at night? What's wrong with stuff in the afternoon or in the morning," he whined. Everyone simply ignored his statement.

Harry rubbed his hands together. "Okay, Neville, what've you got?"

Nervously, Neville pulled out a bouquet of lovely looking flowers. There were many colors like, Yellow, Blue, Red, Pink, and white. They resembled Tulips. Harry quickly took them and took a whiff. They smelled great too.

"This is brilliant! You're brilliant Neville!" Harry said excitedly. "Now that we've sorted that out, what about the poem?"

Several hands went up immediately, only Ron seemed to be grumpy. Not knowing whom to pick first, he called on Ginny. She smiled and pulled out a piece of parchment from her pocket.

She cleared her throat and began to read. "It's hurt me to know, I've inflicted pain upon you. There are so many words to say, but none of which I can choose from, so simply I will put this, in the only way I can, and I hope that you will understand; I'm sorry."

Luna and Lavender were sniffling as they wiped small tears from her eyes. Draco, Seamus, and Neville were all looking very odd, like they were struggling to keep themselves from breathing. Ron was the only one who hadn't heard since he was snoring so loudly. Harry shook him awake.

"George did it mum! George did—Wha? Oh, Hi Harry," he yawned again. "Are we still here?"

"Will you please stay awake, I need your help the most!" Harry said sternly. "No more sleeping."

"Right," he yawned again as he drifted off to sleep. "No more sleeping…"

"Hmm, I like that, okay, any other suggestions?" Harry asked. "Yes, Lavender?"

"Roses are red, violets are blue, say you'll forgive me so we can snog in the back room." She giggled. Everyone laughed except Ron who was back to snoring.

"Erm… Okay… Moving on. Anymore suggestions?" he laughed. "Malfoy? Okay, let's hear it then."

Malfoy, blushing slightly, cleared his throat. He took a deep breath before starting. "Roses are red, violets are blue, and please say you'll forgive me because I love you."

As soon as he finished nearly everyone burst out laughing, except for Harry who thought it wasn't as funny as it sounded. After a long debate with the others which to pick he decided that Ginny's poem would go best with Neville's lovely bouquet of flowers. Grinning from ear to ear he dismissed them, but Neville sat in his seat looking rather afraid.

"Neville? Are you okay? I said you could go," Harry said. Neville looked up at him, his eyes wide and watery.

"Harry, about the flowers—"

"They're magnificent!"

"Yes but—"

"No worries Neville, thanks to you things will work out fine for me!"

"But—"

"Now go on up and get some sleep."

Neville sighed, nodded, and headed upstairs. Harry shook his head as he looked at Ron who was snoring rather loudly in the armchair. Harry walked over and shook him vigorously.

"Mm… Oh Fleur—Wha?" Ron snorted. "Where'd everyone go? What'd I miss?"

Harry rolled his eyes and pulled Ron up off from the chair. "Everything. Come on; let's go up before McGonagall comes in here and sees us." He said. Curiously, he added, "Why'd you say Fleur? Were you dreaming of her?" he smirked.

Ron blushed and hurried his steps. "G'night mate."

Harry laughed. He stopped and took a look at the stairs leading up to the Girls' Dorm. He sighed. Harry did miss her so much.

"Goodnight Hermione… Sweet dreams," and with that he ran up the stairs. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.