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Why Am I So Obsessed With You?
I don't know how long I've loved her. I just want to spend as much time with her as I can. Hermione Granger. She's beautiful, smart, she's... Wow. Today I was gonna build up the guts to ask her out for a butterbeer with me. Even that's gotten difficult. But I uneasily walked up beside her in the common room.
___"Hey," I said to her.
___"Hello, Ron," she said back. She says my name perfectly. "Where's Harry?"
___"Not sure," I lied. I hated lying to her, but I promised Harry I'd keep his whereabouts a secret for now. "Actually, I wanted to ask you something." And soon began my stuttering.
___"Yes?" Here it comes.
___"I... Um, I, uh, w-wanted to know if... Would you like to go get some butterbeer?" Merlin, I must've sounded ridiculous! W-W-W-Weasley's a w-w-w-w-wiiiimp! I can hear myself mocking me.
___"Um... Sure, but why are you stuttering?" She's smart, of course she'd notice it.
___"No reason," I said. "Must have something in my throat." As insurance, I cleared my throat and coughed.
___"Hope it's not a frog," Hermione said worriedly. She's worried? I notice her tuck some of her hair behind her ear and adjust her books that she held at all times. Such wits.
___"Or slugs," I joked with a small laugh. "...." Awkward silence came between us then. Do something, Ron! "So, um, if you're ready and all..."
___"Sure, we can go." She smiles softly at me (I love this smile.) and hurried up to her dorm area to probably put away her books in a nice and neat order on her stand beside her bed. Unless her homework or classwork is on there. Then... I guess I really don't know where she'd put it. I hear her footsteps and look up. "I'm ready," she said with a smile, and I nodded and we walked alongside each other to Hogsmade and into the Three Broomsticks.
___It was an awkward silence just walking there. She must be wondering why I asked her out to butterbeer. Maybe she only thinks I'm a good friend. Does she think I'm a complete dolt? What DOES she think of me?! A war of words began in my head as we entered. I open the door for her and she gives me an odd look.
___"...Thanks," she says, stepping in.
___"Yeah," I replied, managing to catch up to her as she chose a table. I sat across from her and the server set down two butterbeers, since we were regulars here. They knew us well, Though, being without Harry must've baffled them a bit. More awkward silence. I want this to end, now.
___"...So-" She suddenly cuts me off with a panicked voice.
___"Someone stole the potion I was talking about yesterday," she said. I blinked.
___"That one that if someone drinks it, even if they hate the person, they'd go at the person like they couldn't get enough?" That was a mouthful.
___"You listened?"
___"...Yes?"
___Hermione blinked, then shook her head quickly. "Nevermind that. Anyway, do you know how serious this is?!"
___"I clearly do now."
___She sighed and looked down. "I wasn't smart enough to make the antidote so the person could be reversed." That made me frown.
___"You're smart enough, Hermione." And she didn't even take it as a complement!
___"Well, I've started it, but it'll take a month to complete!" Bloody Hell, learn to accept things, Hermionie. Woman drives me bloody crazy.
___In every single way of the meaning.
___"It's better then nothing, right?" I gave a smile, and she just sighed, looking down in her butterbeer. My smile disappeared. "Common, Hermione. It's not like you could've prevented it from being stolen."
___"I could've put a charm or something on it," she sobbed. She was that down about it? I placed my hand on Hermione's and tried to hold back my blush.
___"It's alright, Hermione," I cooed softly. "We'll find whoever stole it and switch them back in time."
___Hermione looked at my hand, then nodded. "If you insist," she said, clearly not letting it go. Awkwardly, I removed my hand as she grabbed her mug to keep hers occupied. I did the same, trying to clear my head as I chugged down a few gulp, removing the glass. What's wrong with me? I look at Hermione, who looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. "Ron?" She pointed to her upper lip. I blinked and felt mine...
___AGH! I quickly wiped off the cream mustache I'd given myself and blushed in embarrassment. Once it was gone, I sat uneasily in my seat. "..."
___"Better," she said, continuing to sip hers. Not even a small laugh? I sunk into my chair and whined to myself a bit. I'm such a bloody idiot, I thought. Hermione noticed my sulking, and this time it was her who took my hand. "Sorry, Ron," she chuckled out slightly. I looked at her and smiled.
___"S'okay," I said, perking up a bit. We talked casually after that, hands back on our butterbeer mugs. It was all smiles from then on until we left the Three Broomsticks after paying.
___"So..." Hermione said as we slowly walked back in the snow."
___"So..." I repeated. It was silent, and my heart was pounding as it told me to do something I would never regret to if the response was good. "Hermione?"
___"...Yeah?" She looked at my shyly. Why was that adorable? I stopped in my tracks, and as did she. No one was around but the snowflakes. My hand traces her cheek a bit as it tucked back some of her hair and her face grew warmer then it already was. I looked at her as she looked at me. Now or never, Ronald, my thoughts told me and her eyes said. I leaned down a bit and looked in her eyes, once hand resting on her waist slightly. We both blushes a dark red as our warm lips touched and heated the cold, nippy, chilly air. Our eyes were closed, and all I knew is that she was kissing me back. Our lips parted after a few seconds. I said something I thought I'd never live to say.
___"I love you, Hermione."
THE END~
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