In honor of Valentine's Day and my Harry Potter kick, here is a parody of James Taylor's Carolina in My Mind in which Ron waxes poetic about Hermione...
It's High Time
It's high time I go and tell Hermione
Just how much I love her.
I can't stop thinking of her.
I wish that I could smother her
With kisses. When will I
Have the guts to tell Hermione? It's high time.
Harry, she's the only one.
Can you tell the way my heart is pinin'?
Hear it pounding like a drum.
I wish I could be good at this; I'm tryin'...
Oh, when will I tell Hermione? It's high time.
I wonder if she's really blind
To how I feel when she's around.
She has such a clever mind.
Has she guessed my deep desire? I'm dyin'
To just go and tell Hermione. It's high time.
It's high time I go and tell Hermione
Just how much I love her.
I can't stop thinking of her.
I wish that I could smother her
With kisses. When will I
Have the guts to tell Hermione? It's high time.
Harry, it's just not right
There's no defense against a fella fallin'
Into love at second sight.
Back when we first met, how could I know then?
Oh, when I go, I'll tell Hermione it's high time.
When that Granger was a stranger still, she found me
Acting like a dolt, a goof, a goon,
And it seems I'll be an imbecile forever.
Can she forgive me
When I go and tell Hermione? It's high time.
It's high time I go and tell Hermione
Just how much I love her.
I can't stop thinking of her.
I wish that I could smother her
With kisses. When will I
Have the guts to tell Hermione? It's high time.
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