Your Song

"Come on mate, don't chicken out now. You have to tell her some day," Ron egged him on.

"Why not tomorrow?" Harry's throat had tightened up. Why did he ever agree with Ron to do this.

"Hey, I got over that you want to nail my sister and that was a big step for me."

"I don't want to nail anyone Ron!" Harry was getting really frustrated with him.

"Look, I told Hermione how I feel and look at us! The worst thing that can happen is she'll say no." Ron and Hermione were now engaged!

"That's what I'm afraid of!" Harry was starting to act a like a five-year-old.

"Well, if she does just say it was a big joke," Ron offered.

"But, it's not!"

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside

"Well, tell her that then, you're the one who's in love with her," Ron said exasperated.

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

"I don't love her, I just... don't know." Harry looked down at his feet, was he?

"It's been obvious since you were fifteen, and that was what, ten years ago. You both have that sparkle in your eyes and you just never have realized it!"

"They do?"

"YES!"

I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

"Come on this is your big chance get out there!" Ron pushed Harry onto the stage. Harry's eyes grew very big, they searched the crowd. There was Hermione. She waved and mouthed bathroom.

"Um... hi, I'm Harry Potter-" A roar of cheers were let out, most of the people there were very drunk. "I'm going to sing an excerpt from a song-" another roar of cheers. Harry faked smiled and saw out of the corner of his eye Ron giving him a big thumbs up. Harry looked back to the seat next to Hermione. She was back.

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show

She should have been painted, she looked so alive. Her red hair carefully graced her face, she wore no make up. She laughed at something Hermione had said. Her smile seemed to light up the whole room.

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you.

Just breathe, Harry thought taking a deep breaths. "-that I wrote," Harry finally finished. Harry could see Ginny smiling at him almost laughing, Harry's cheeks were starting to burn red. Hermione mouthed Come on to him. Harry bit his lip.

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Chants of "Sing, Sing, Sing..." started up, Harry blushed even harder. What was he doing here? He couldn't sing let alone sing a song that he wrote which, to him, was horrible!

"I can't do this." Harry walked off stage, the side Ron wasn't on. He ran to the stairs, ripping up the pages of music he had written. One he reached the moss covered roof, he cleared a spot for him to sit down on.

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross

The sun was setting beautifully, it was all sorts of colors. Harry sighed and laid down, watching the sky. What was he thinking? Writing a song about how he felt and to Ginny!! Something must have driven him mad he thought. Maybe Ron was right , maybe he was in love. Oh well, he was never going to have the guts to tell Gin how he felt about her. Harry pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and a quill. He started writing as he thought of her. Even thinking about her made him purely happy!

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

Harry read over what he had written, his eyes grew again. He couldn't have just written this. It was absolutely perfect! How did he do that? Now he had to sing this, it was way too perfect to waste! Harry stood up and ran down the stairs. He could hear people yelling "WHERE IS HARRY?" Ron was stuttering something about Harry having to go to the little wizard's room.

"Sorry about that mate, I had to ... think it over." Harry smiled at him and patted him on the back. A roar of cheers were let lose.

"Where were you? What were you thinking?" It was as if something slapped him again, what was he doing on stage? Why was he holding a newly written, horrible song in his hand? Harry couldn't do this, the back of his mind told him to run away again, but he stayed planted on stage.

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Ginny smiled up at Harry, confused at why he was here but still giving him a thumbs up. Her eyes were lit up just like Harry's supposedly were. "Ok, so you guys want to hear my song?" Harry bit his lip so hard that it started to bleed. He licked the blood and looked through the crowd. The only people he knew there were Hermione, Ginny, and Ron. He didn't want to do this but he had to.

Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

"I'm going to sing a song that I just wrote. It's called 'Ginny' and I want to dedicate it to her." Ginny perked up, her eyes grew wide, and Hermione almost fell out of her chair laughing for some reason. Harry felt as if he was about to faint.

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

"It's a little bit funny, this filling inside..."

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He had done it. He had sung the song.

"Harry?" Ginny tapped him on the shoulder.

"Yeah?" Harry looked down at his feet examining his shoes.

"That was truly beautiful." Ginny also looked down at the floor as if there was something terribly interesting there.

"Thanks."

"Did you mean it?"

"What?"

"Did you mean it?" Ginny choked out again. Harry looked up, he must have had that crazy feeling again because he lifted Ginny's head to where he could look her in the eyes.

"Every word." At that Harry kissed her, a sweet and simple kiss.