Disclaimer: I own nothing, the song belongs to John Schmitt, a new artist who I just heard recently, and loved! The songs is called "Secrets" and if you want to hear him go to my profile and click on the one link …enjoy the fic p.s. this is a re-post since I accidentally posted this in the Spanish area. Can I get a major OOPS!

There are secrets in your eyes
And they flicker, and fade, and die
They tell of things that man mustn't know:
How I got to this point, and why

They were still not together. Seven years and where was the Gryffindor courage? Ron would like to know! He could look at her for hours and never get bored. He wished for her touch, and prayed for her each night. There was no denying it, he loved her. But, he could never read her feelings about him. It was as if it were her secret, for her, and only her, to know. No man could ever understand a woman, no matter how hard he tried to.

I see shooting stars
And starry nights
When you open your eyes on me
It's almost as if
An angel were in there
Shedding grace on all things that you see

One night in the common room, everyone had gone up to bed, except for the two of them. Ron starred as she read by the dim fire light. It had seemed like it had been a while, and he noticed, she had fallen asleep. She was an angel. Her skin was as light as porcelain, and her hair was more tamed than usual.

Ron got up and walked toward her, he didn't want her to wake up in the common room, 'She should sleep on her bed, not the couch,' he thought.

"Hermione," he said softly, lifting the book off of her chest and placed it on the table next to where she was lying. She stirred a little, and then opened her eyes slowly. Ron smiled at her and forced himself to not kiss her but to say, "You should go up to bed, you'll not sleep well down here."

She smiled and said a slow, "Thank you," and left the common room.

There are roses on your lips
Perfect and red
That bloom the whole year round
Smell sweet as springtime
Feel soft as silk
With a touch of them, my soul is bound

The next day, at noon, Ron was caught staring at her. Her rose pink red mouth said nothing, but her eyes told him everything. That was the day he kissed her.

There is heaven in your hair
Shadowy-light
And beautiful blonde-brown streaks
They twist and turn
And bend about
Until they take rest on your cheeks

They had their first Hogsmede trip together, and Ron couldn't be more in awe. She had fixed her hair into medium sized ringlets that were as smooth as silk. She smiled as she met him and he returned the gesture. She walked towards him, and he playfully reached up and touched her curly brown hair. He whished she never changed it…she never did.

There are secrets in your eyes
And they flicker, and fade, and die
They tell of things that man mustn't know:
How I got to this point, and why

It was their wedding day. As she walked up the aisle, all Ron could do was to think back on everything they had been through together and he knew that she would be his forever. So he made himself a quiet vow, to never betray her in anyway. And as they said their vows, there was no doubt that she had only one secret, and this secret would be shared with him tonight.

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