A/N- If I've done Evermore, I need to do folklore! They're like Anna and Elsa! Also, I know the song mentioned wasn't around in the 1970s, but it's FANFICTION, so either, pretend the song existed back then or that they were around when the song came out.

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You Put Me On And Said I Was Your Favourite

(Cardigan - Folklore - 2020)

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It was no secret that you had dated many. There was Lily Evans, Mary McDonald, Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon (who was the only one to dump you - and that was for your best mate), just to name a few.

But.

But Hermione Jean Granger was different.

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She joined Hogwarts in 1971 - the same year as you. She was a Gryffindor - just like you. She had bushy brown hair and buck teeth - at first. One day, she changed completely.

He hair went from bushy to curly. Her teeth - with the help of a potion due to an accident - evened out. She grew stronger, tougher. She didn't care abut yours and your friends shenanigans - which, to you, was worse than being scolded.

You were determined to be better.

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A lot of things drew you to her. Her looks, her courage, her joy, her wit, everything about her.

And, on your birthday, you realised it.

You were in love with Hermione Granger.

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She played guitar - you were hellbent on learning it. It was easy for you - "What can I say? I'm brilliant," you would shout in the great hall whenever she walked past. 

You quickly found out - the same way you found out she played guitar - that her favourite song was 'Cardigan' by Taylor swift. You decided to learn it.

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You knelt before her in the great hall, guitar on your leg. You started playing and her eyes shone with recognition.

She soon started singing along, "When I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed, you put me on and said i was your favourite."

"You, Hermione Granger, are most definitely my favourite."

She rolled her eyes.

But.

But you two started dating soon after.

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Your wedding fell on her childhood best friend's birthday - 31st of July. She cried during the ceremony, you simply pulled her tight afterwards. You didn't ask whether it was from the ceremony, memories of her friend of something else - it would hurt her too much, and you were not that kind of person.

The reception was far more joyous. You two danced and danced as husband and wife. And when Cardigan started playing, her whole face lit up. She pulled you close and started swaying against you as she sang softly.

"And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed, you put me on and said i was your favourite."

You whispered in her ear, "You, Hermione Jean Potter, are definitely my favourite."

"And you, Jamie, are mine."