Song "The closest Thing" by The Juliana theory.
I hope this isn't as big was a disappointment for you as it was for me.
Changed some parts to make it more Harry potter(ish)

And assuming the time was right, seeing as how she was leaving in two hours on the train and out of his life forever. He walked swiftly, never running, down the halls to the library.

You're the words that come out easy,

And I am speechless at best.

Your star it seems to shine above the rest.

You're the face before the cameras,

The smile I'd like to earn.

The closest thing to perfect,

In a Wizard World to burn.

As he entered quietly he watched her. Three hours from the departure and she spends hers in the library maybe reading the only one she hasn't read.

She was so perfect and leaving him without words, all the words he had carefully planned before jolting down there had vanished.

He let out a breath that seemed to be stuck in his throat for quite a while and walked stiffly towards the frail-looking heap on the chair.

You're the beauty that is deeper,
than eyes can merely see.
The closest thing to perfect.
But the farthest thing from me.

What he saw was on the inside, it had to be. There is no way he was attracted to ever before. She was so beautiful; but it was only till he knew her did he see her outer beauty. He wondered how he could have been so blind. The mean, cruel, and unloving potion's master of Hogwarts had fallen in love. And it sickened him.

"Miss Granger" were the words that made her jerk her head towards him.
She wondered why her last name could affect her much. After what had happened earlier that year, it was still "Miss Granger" and it seemed so mocking.

You're the dream that hasn't ended,

And I'm still anxious for rest.

Your words they seem to hang above my head.

Of course everything that had happened, he could only sit up late at night and wonder if it had really happened. He was only pretty sure that he had slept maybe an hour every two days. And he could thank her for that.

"I would like a word with you" he said, not giving her time to reply.
"Yes sir" and this time, her emphasis on the sir, affected him.

It was a retorted mockery, and it made him smile on the inside.

You're the bud before the flower,

Unfurls into full bloom.

Captivating beauty,

But it maybe all too soon.

He walked away, with a 'follow me' somehow implied, she followed him to the restricted section.

He stopped and turned around. He looked deep into her eyes.
He had planned all this out, and now he was trying trying to find out where he had put it.

You're the song that writes a story,

But leaves a lot to read.

The closest thing to perfect,

But the farthest thing from me.

"I've had some, I don't know how you would say it.." he paused thinking about it.
"Feelings?" she tried.
He looked down at her. Tried to read her mind through her dark brown eyes and it was useless. He could only get lost them.

"It's more like I really deserve a chance to,

Sit across the table,

And tell you that I think you're wonderful.

And I think you're something special.

I guess this is my only chance to

Say I wish I knew you,

Because I'm sure you're wonderful,

If I'd get to know you."

She stared at him for what seemed like hours before a smile played across her lips.

It was safe to say the Hermione Granger did not catch the train that evening.

((a/n Real lyrics
"The Closest Thing"

You're the words that come out easy,
And I am speechless at best.
Your star it seems to shine above the rest.
You're the face before the cameras,
The smile i'd like to earn.
The closest thing to perfect,
In a hollywood to burn.
You're the beauty that is deeper,
Than eyes can merely see.
The closest thing to perfect.
But the farthest thing from me.

Chorus: x2
I'd love to be,
The shoulder that you cry on.
I'd love to be,
The friend you call when things are great.

You're the dream that hasn't ended,
And I'm still anxious for rest.
Your words they seem to hang above my head.
You're the bud before the flower,
Unfurls into full bloom.
Captivating beauty,
But it maybe all too soon.
You're the song that writes a story,
But leaves a lot to read.
The closest thing to perfect,
But the farthest thing from me.

Chorus x2

And like I really deserve a chance to,
Sit across the table,
And tell you that I think you're wonderful.
And I think you're something special.
I guess this is my only chance to,
Say I wish I knew you,
Because I'm sure you're wonderful,
If I'd get to know you.))

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