A/N: I never thought I'd write a song-fic, since I usually don't like them, but I heard the song on the radio and the scene just popped into my head. My wife has brown eyes, so it has special meaning to me. I guess I'm just getting really sappy in my old age. I hope someone besides me enjoys this drabble. I suggest you go listen to the song at youtube or elsewhere online before reading the story, so you have it running through your head, too (search for Van Morrison Brown Eyed Girl).

Set during Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts

Harry was sitting at a table in the Gryffindor common room working on the assignment for Slughorn's advanced potions class. For once the words seemed to be coming naturally and he finished the two foot essay with ease, even though the topic wasn't even one covered by the Halfblood Prince's notes in his battered textbook.

Harry started humming softly to himself as he proofread what he had written. He glanced up and saw Hermione smiling at him from across the table. There was a slight flush to her cheeks and she was looking at him with warmth in her brown eyes. He smiled back at her equally warmly before they both went back to their homework. Harry continued to hum the tune, but now Hermione joined him softly.

"What's that you guys are humming?" Neville asked from next to Hermione.

"Yeah," chimed in Ginny from the other end of the table where she was sitting with Dean. "It's kind of catchy. What is it? I don't think I've ever heard anything like it on the Wizarding Wireless."

"Oh you wouldn't have," said Hermione with another glance and smile at Harry. "It's an old Muggle pop song. My father used to sing it to me when I was little and I was fussing about going to sleep. I'm surprised you know it Harry, I didn't think your cousin Dudley's CD collection went much beyond heavy metal and rap."

"It doesn't," said Harry rolling up his parchment and stuffing it in his sack, "but my Aunt Petunia has an old record collection, lots of stuff from the 60s. I sometimes sneak a listen when they're all out of the house. That song became one of my favorites after I started coming to Hogwarts."

"How come?" Neville asked, not noticing the renewed blush on Hermione's face. Ginny did notice; however, and was frowning as she glanced between Harry and Hermione's almost identical smiles.

"Oh," Harry said not taking his eyes off Hermione, "because it reminds me of happy times." Hermione looked down shyly at that, which was also noted by Ginny.

"I recognize it, too," said muggle-raised Dean, earning a frown from Ginny. "My Dad used to sing it to my Mom when they were in a good mood. Sometimes they'd even dance around the kitchen." Dean smiled wistfully, remembering happy times as a child, watching his parents express their love for each other. "Van Morrison, isn't it?" Harry and Hermione both nodded in affirmation.

"Sounds like a popular song in the Muggle world," Neville said, curious. "How do the words go?"

"Why don't you sing it for us, Harry?" Ginny asked, a little too forcefully. This suggestion was greeted with a chorus of approval by everyone in the common room, who had begun listening to their conversation. Ron, sitting in an armchair by the fire with Lavender on his lap, even separated his mouth from hers to look over at their table.

"Oh, I don't know," Harry objected, blushing. "I don't have that great a voice. Besides, I'm not sure I can remember all the words."

"I'm sure Hermione and Dean can help if you get stuck," Ginny said with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"Yeah," said Dean, nodding in agreement, not noting his girlfriend's snarky inflection.

Harry swallowed and looked around nervously, wondering how he could get out of embarrassing himself. Then his emerald eyes fell on the carmel eyes of his bushy haired best friend as she looked at him encouragingly. "Okay," he said with renewed bravery. He was a Gryffindor after all. Harry cleared his throat while Dean began beating a rhythm out on the table top with his hands. Hermione hummed the introduction to the song, nodding to Harry.

Hey where did we go, days when the rains came

Harry began softly, his voice cracking a little bit. He looked at Hermione and his confidence and volume grew.

Down in the hollow, playin' a new game,

Laughing and a running hey, hey

He frowned, trying to remember the words, but one look at his friend seemed to make the rest of the room disappear, the lyrics coming to his tongue without need for prompting now.

Skipping and a jumping, in the misty morning fog

With our hearts a thumpin' and you, my brown eyed girl.

You, my brown eyed girl.

Hermione blushed, but her smile widened as he sang the title words, as if he were singing just to her. Standing up, Harry began walking around the table as he continued to sing.

Whatever happened to Tuesday and so slow

Going down the old mine with a transistor radio

Standing in the sunlight laughing,

Hiding behind a rainbow's wall, slipping and sliding

All along the waterfall, with you, my brown eyed girl.

You, my brown eyed girl.

Harry held out a hand to Hermione as he sang those words again. She stood and the two began dancing together.

Do you remember when we used to sing:

Harry beckoned to Dean and looked at Hermione. The two Muggle-borns smiled and laughingly joined him on the next line of nonsense words.

Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da

Harry laughed and enjoined them again.

Just like that…

All three of them sang together, while Harry twirled Hermione around. Dean grabbed Ginny and began dancing with her, too. Lavender pulled a reluctant Ron off the chair and started dancing around him while he just stared at Harry and Hermione with an unreadable look.

Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da

La te da…

Then Harry slowed his dancing down and looked more seriously at Hermione as he sang the next verses.

So hard to find my way, now that I'm all on my own.

I saw you just the other day, my how you have grown,

Cast my memory back there, Lord sometime I'm overcome

Thinking 'bout making love in the green grass

Behind the stadium with you…

Harry put his hand under Hermione's chin as he sang the next lines.

My brown eyed girl

You, my brown eyed girl

Once again, Dean and Hermione, sang along, now joined by several others in the room.

Do you remember when we used to sing:

Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da

Then it was just Harry and Hermione softly singing the last line again together, completely unaware of anyone else in the room.

Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da

My brown eyed girl…

The two stood quietly, no longer dancing, their arms wrapped around each other, green eyes locked with brown.

When it was obvious that Harry was done singing the room burst into raucus cheers and applause, including a few wolf whistles. The two separated, blushing strongly. They didn't notice the frowns on the Weasley siblings' faces as their other classmates clapped Harry on the back and congratulated him for his performance. Harry and Hermione were separated by the others, but a look passed between them that said they would be talking about this in private as soon as they could manage. The smile he saw on his brown-eyed girl's face told Harry it was going to be a good conversation.