Disclaimer: The day I own Harry Potter is the day I win a million bucks for no reason! Wait a sec, doorbell… (LOL! GET IT? That guy that hands out big bucks door to door…forgot his name…NEVERMIND!) I dont own Beautiful Soul either. That belongs to Jesse McCartney! (HOTTIE!)
Summary: Ron is at the Burrow in his room thought about Hermione and his feelings. He decides to write a song about it. Hermione over hears. (Written in first person)
So…do I love Hermione? I asked myself. I had been thinking about it all summer. She is coming over today. I don't know if I am ready. Pull yourself together man! Said the voice in my head I was familiar with now. This is Hermione we are thinking about! She is you best friend! Nothing more, nothing less.
Now, now. Be rational. Think it through. You have feelings for her. Think fourth year. Victor Krum. You know you were jealous. You have feelings.
But he doesn't LOVE her!
I didn't say love now did I? No, I said feelings.
Shut up you! The two voices continued to argue in my head. It was quite amusing to listen to them argue back and forth.
I finally got off my bed. I walked over to my desk and grabbed a piece of parchment, a quill and an ink bottle. I sat cross-legged on my bed and began to write down my feeling.
But where to start?
I finally decided to write a song to express myself. Hermione always said that writing things down always helped you feel better.
See? You do have feelings for Hermione!
"Shut up you!" I muttered.
………fine!
I started to ponder what to write. I got up from my bed, set my things down on the dresser and started humming a tune and singing random words.
I'm not a bad singer, I just can't sing in front of others.
"I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me"
I liked it so far. It had a nice flow to it and it worked with the tune.
Just then there was a noise outside my door "Who's there?" I asked.
No answer. I shrugged it off knowing Fred and George weren't home.
"I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Your beautiful soul, yeah"
I was really getting into it now.
"You might need time to think it over
But im just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry c'mon lets try
Am I crazy for wanting you
Baby do you think you could want me too
I don't wanna waste your time
Do you see things the way I do
I just wanna know if you feel it too
There is nothing left to hide
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Your beautiful soul, yeah"
I looked at the parchment. A bit messy but still readable. To make sure that it worked I sang/hummed the song I just made. I wrote the title at the top. It was called Beautiful Soul
As I was writing the final copy there was a knock on my door.
"Come in." I quickly hid the papers. To my surprise Hermione walked in. She was smiling though I could see tear marks. "Hey Hermione. When did you get here?"
"I heard it."
"Heard what?" I was nervous.
"Your song." I gulped. "It was beautiful. Who is it written to?"
Bloody Hell! What do I tell her? "I…umm…I…wrote it for you…actually." I could feel my ears go red with embarrassment. I was staring at the floor. I couldn't bear to look at her.
"Do you mean that?" Her voice was so low you could barley hear it.
"Yes, I do." I said with more confidence than I thought I had.
I hadn't noticed, still looking at the floor, that Hermione had walked up to me until she touched my arm. She had tears in her lovely brown wyes. A smile on her beautiful face. I stared at her for a second when she said, "I love you too Ronald."
She pulled me into a passionate kiss, her arms around my neck, my arms around her waist. She tasted like…spring (AN: Yeah, yeah. Corny, I know but…I DON'T KNOW WHAT JK WOULD HAVE HERMIONE TASTE LIKE! I'm done.) I felt my tongue run along her bottom lip. I felt her shiver under it.
It seemed like eternity lasted for a second when Mum called up the stairs for lunch and remind us that Harry was coming tomorrow.
We pulled apart, smiled at each other and headed downstairs hand in hand. When we walked into the kitchen everyone exploded in applause and cheers.
What the…
AN: Wow, this has to be my shortest story yet! Review please!