Second drabble. Bit shorter than the first. This one's Ron and Harry. Just some good ol' fashioned sugary fluff. No angst to be seen anywhere and thats how I like my Ron and Harry. Well, this might be the last of my drabbles, I dunno. I might turn this into a SONGS IN GENERAL drabble ...thingy. we'll see

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when the day is blue
I will sit here, wondering about you
and how the pollen fell
all around your face in strange yellow patterns
but I wasn't prepared for this...

He felt like a dream. Something that would disappear soon as I closed my eyes.
His hair whipped in the strong late afternoon wind as he sat atop his Firebolt and it was like magic itself. He turned to me and grinned broadly, so carefree and bright and I felt so ashamed. His green eyes twinkled with some unknown mischief as he twirled his wand with those long, slender fingers. His lips moved but no words would reach my ears. They hadn't for some time now.

when the morning came
the bees flew down and wrapped themselves around me
and thats when I spoke a word
to have them taste your face for being fallen
but i wasn't prepared for this...

I watched him fly, like a small bird or a fallen angel. He laughed and it echoed over the meadow and the flowers cheered him on and the tall grass applauded and I felt sick. But I smiled. I would always smile for him.
My hand gripped the handle of my broom as my bare toes brushed the top of the swaying grass. Leaves and pink sunset danced round him and gods did he look like Bliss.

He chuckled and before I could prevent it, he was careening into my side, sending the both of uscrashing the foot or so onto the soft earth below.

I wasn't prepared for this...no...

Grass tickled my cheeks and naked arms and his hair brushed against my forehead.

I wasn't prepared for this...no...

I stared into his bewitching emerald eyes, shivering beneath his lips tentative contact with my own.

"Ron..."

I continued to stare, but somehow my fingers found his and he smiled at me in the way I always wished he would.
This time when he pressed those smiling lips against mine, I closed my eyes. He'd be there when I opened them again.

when the day is blue
I will sit here, wondering about you