Her hair is as soft as a free-floating cloud,
Her smile as bright as the stars.
You’re the one I want, you’re smarter than me,
I really do love you, Hermione.
“Did you and Harry write these at the same time, Ron?” Hermione asked, face completely devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
“Er- well, Harry had the idea to write one for Ginny, and I thought maybe you would like one too- but if it’s rubbish you can just say so and I’ll write a better one or something-” Ron said quickly, ears a faint shade of pink. His fingers were crossed behind his back.
“Oh, no, it’s wonderful! I just couldn’t imagine you ever writing something like that.”
It took Ron a few seconds to get it. “You thought Harry wrote it for me?”
“Of course not!” Hermione said, her own cheeks pink now. “I was just surprised-“
“Always the tone of surprise,” Ron drawled, grinning. Hermione looked rather relieved, so he wrapped his long arms around her and pressed his lips against hers.
