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There's something in your eyes
Makes me wanna lose myself,
Makes me wanna lose myself
In your arms,
There's something in your voice
That makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts
For the rest of my life


"Are you sad?" The voice that reached his ears was soft and sweet, yet it somehow managed to be a bit bossy at the same time. It wasn't all a question; it had tints of a statement in it. She was asking, and yet she knew that he was sad. She knew that he needed someone, someone to be there for him.

"No," he lied. She sat down next to him on the cool sand, leaning her head against his shoulder. He started a bit, and eyed her warily. He had absolutely no idea who this girl was, and here she was leaning her shoulder on him.

"You're lying," she said plaintively. He sat up straight, and her head slipped off his shoulder. She placed a hand in the sand to steady herself.

"I am not lying," he said, scowling at her. He barely knew her and she was already making accusations! It was better for him not to talk to this girl. After all, it was quite obvious that she was a muggle, and he had no use trying to speak to muggles. They didn't understand how difficult it was to be a wizard. "Go away."

There was silence. He frowned, and turned to look at her. She was sitting next to him, her hands in her lap, staring at the horizon. He could see the beginning of salty tears shimmering in her big chestnut colored eyes. He felt guilt overtake his stomach muscles, and they contracted tightly.

"I-I mean..." he paused, at loss for what to say to the crying girl. "I'm sorry," the little five year old said, reaching out and putting a tentative hand on her smooth, tan arm. She turned to look at him, her eyes wandering into brilliant blue ones.

If you knew how lonely
My life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done


"I'm sad because of my brothers," he said. He was staring at his hands.

"Why?" she asked, completely innocent and naïve at that particular moment. Siblings were not something she knew about—how could she when she'd never had any?

"They're better than me at everything. I'm stupid," he said, bitterly. The little girl reached out and took his hand in hers, and she stood up. He stood up with her, towering over her despite the fact that they were the same age.

"You're different than them," she said, far too wise for her age. "That doesn't mean they're better than you." He studied her face, honest and eager, watching him for a reaction. Her mane of hair was short and layered, so that it didn't look quite so bushy. He watched with awe as she ran off into the wild sea, standing so that the waves lapped over her little feet, with toenails painted pink.

Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong


"Come on!" she called, running up to where the little boy stood stunned. She reached out her hand, and he stared at it for a second before he realized that she wanted him to take it. He reached out, his skin a couple of shades paler than hers, and took her hand. Her skin was soft and smooth, and her warm hand sent tingles of heat through his arm.

He walked with her into the spray of the sea, their hands tightly clinging to each other. They danced in the sea, their feet making footprints that were washed away by foam covered waves.

A giant wave came along and washed over the both of them. For one terrifying moment, she thought she would be swept away. The sea tugged at her legs, pulling them out from under her, the solid sand beneath her disappearing. Just when she thought that the sea would take her with it, something grabbed a hold of her hand. It was strong, warm. Secure. The wave fell away, and she found herself staring into his bright blue eyes, a lock of fiery hair plastered to his forehead due to the wave.

They sat there, for a moment, staring into each others eyes, before the little girl laughed. The little boy, watching her, felt a smile creep across his face for the first time that day.

A window breaks down a long dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm all right 'cause I have you here with me,
And I can almost see through the dark there is light


He leant forward, vaguely aware of the wave that was sweeping around them, and pressed his lips to hers. He wasn't sure what it was for, but he had seen his mother and father doing it a lot.

She tasted like ice cream.

When he pulled away, he could see her watching him in shock. Perhaps he wasn't sure what it meant, but she knew. She knew that he liked her. He stood up, and pulled on her hand. She stood, beside him, looking up at him in wonder.

Their hands parted, for a brief moment, and he bent down and splashed her legs. She let out a little shriek and kicked some water in his direction, splashing him in the face. He blinked rapidly, and she burst into giggles at this sight.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, taking both of her hands and pulling her into the water with him.

"You started it!" she said petulantly, though she followed him willingly into the cold water, because she didn't want to let go of his warm hands.

Well if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much


"Time to go, sweetheart."

"But mom, I don't want to!"

"We have to go home and make dinner," her mom said patiently, taking the little girl's hand. The girl turned around to see him watching her from the arms of his mother, his freckled face earnest and sad as he watched her go.

"Goodbye," he whispered.

"Bye," she whispered back.

It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong


"Are you sad?" Hermione Granger asked Ronald Weasley. It was the summer before what would have been their seventh year at Hogwarts. Ron turned to look at her, and his eyes sparked with something that Hermione would guess to be recognition, or realization. As though he was remembering something.

"No," he lied. Again, to her. He knew that he shouldn't be lying to her, but he needed to keep it together. He needed to be strong.

"It's okay," she whispered. "I'm sad too." She rested her head on his shoulder, and he remembered, so many years ago, when she had done the same thing. Except this time, he wasn't going to move away. He reached out and he took her hand firmly. Her hand was warm and solid. He never wanted to let go.

"I'll always be here, though," he said into her hair, and he could see her cheeks pinken. Lord knew his were positively purple at that point.

"To save me from the undertow," she said with a smile, and he looked down at her incredulously. She lifted her head off of his shoulder, and she looked him in his vivid blue eyes. Her chestnut colored ones watched him unblinkingly. Was she saying that she, too, remembered a day at the sea, so long ago? And as he looked into her eyes, he realized that she had always known.

He had just been a bit slow on the uptake.

"I love you, Hermione," he said. She squeezed his hand.

"I know." He looked down at her again, and she grinned up at him, the prettiest thing in the world.

"Don't worry, Ron," she said. She stood up and tugged on his hand. He followed her lead, standing up, towering over her by at least a head. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips gently to his.

"I love you too."

It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong


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A/N - The song is; "Feels Like Home" by Chantal Kreviazuk.
Thank you for reading! I really appreciate any reviews.

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