She Likes Me For Me

She Likes Me For Me

Ron sat at the table in the Great Hall, Hermione Granger giving him a bright smile. They had been 'together' for the past week, and Ron was a little bit curious as to why. Hermione had been spending more and more time with him, and it had just happened. After all those years, Ron finally had what he'd wanted the most. She cared for him and he cared for her. He felt somewhat insignificant around her sometimes, because he wasn't as smart, but she always made him feel right where he wanted to be. Out of all the other guys in Hogwarts, it was him she kissed and smiled at. He'd never understand why someone like Hermione would be interested in him.

She likes me for me,

not because I'm friends with Harry Potter,

I don't know just how I got her,

but she thinks I'm great.

I like her for her

even though she is like ten times smarter,

maybe she'll be my life partner,

why does she waste all her time with me?

there must be something there that I don't see.

"Ron? Are you alright?" Hermione asked. He seemed a bit out of it. Ron smiled.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said. She was always worrying about him. She returned to her book as he admired her features. Her long wavy brown hair that fell in front of a face, usually shielded by a large book. Her caramel eyes that stared so attentively. He could drown in her eyes. He shook his head and started eating his breakfast. Harry wasn't bothered by Ron's constant staring at Hermione. He noticed during fourth year and they had just started to accept it. He didn't think it was right to step in. Hermione looked up at Ron, who was turning crimson from his Weasley ears to his toes. She giggled to herself. Being with Ron just felt so right.

I like him for him,

even though he might be quite unruly,

I know inside I love him truly,

and he feels the same.

and he likes me for me,

even though I can be somewhat boring,

and my lectures bring on snoring,

he loves me even more.

why does he insist on liking me?

there must be something there that I don't see.

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Draco looked across the hall. He spotted the Gryffindor table, and he saw Ginny Weasley engaged in chatter. Her ruby hair shone from across the room. He grinned. He and Ginny had been secretly meeting to talk at night. They hadn't done anything and he knew enough not to touch her. After all, he was just a tiny bit afraid of her hot headed older brother. He enjoyed talking to her, but he was falling for her. He used to think she was just a naive little girl, but she could really relate to him. He was sensing that she felt the same way, but he wasn't sure. It hurt to think he'd never know.

I like her for her,

even though our families are adversaries,

I would give up my Ferrari,

just to feel her kiss.

she's the one I need.

I don't know how I'd live without her presence,

the scorn inside me seems to lessen,

when she's by my side.

why does she always put up with me?

there must be something there that I don't see.

Ginny saw Draco staring at her across the hall and her insides did flips. She'd fallen head over heels when he'd started acknowledging her existence. She was surprised how many nights a week they would just sit and talk. He'd really open up to her about things she knew he'd never tell anyone else. Ginny felt that in some way, they were connected. His stormy gray eyes looked to her, and she thought she saw a smile. She sighed knowing he'd never know how she felt.

I like him for him,

even though he is a snotty Malfoy,

he's a hot and sexy young boy

among his other traits.

when he looks at me

I feel like I'm soaring high above him,

why can't I tell him that I love him?

why would he want to spend time with me?

I guess there's something there that he can't see.

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