A/N: Written for the Houses Competition
House: Ravenclaw
Category: Short
Prompt: Blue
Word count: 655
This is what he knows:
One, Hermione Granger looks incredible in blue. Actually, she can make any colour look amazing, he sees that now, but there's just something about her in blue that steals his breath and fogs his brain.
Two, he'll never forget that moment when she'd first appeared at the Yule Ball and it felt like his eyes had finally been opened.
(He hadn't been able to stop staring at her the next morning, which had made her huff and cross her arms self-consciously over her chest.
"What is it, Ronald?" she'd said, and just the sound of his name on her lips had made his heart beat that little bit quicker.)
(He'd told her she looked nice at the ball, and she'd said that Viktor had liked it, too. Ron's heart had stuttered to a halt at that, and he'd turned away before she could say anything else.)
Three, he, Ronald Weasley, is completely, hopelessly, and utterly in love with Hermione Granger. He can't believe that it's taken him this long to see it.
It's not that he's never noticed her before. In fact, it's impossible not to notice her, what with the three of them spending almost every waking hour together, and the fact that she's always so bright and funny and there. It's just... he's never noticed her enough before.
He's not actually sure when he started looking at her - really looking at her - as more than just a friend or a classmate. He thinks maybe it's always been in the back of his mind, from that very first moment when they met on the Hogwarts Express, but he never realised it back then.
It's at the Yule Ball, when she appears at the top of the stairs in a beautiful, glittering blue dress, that he knows. In that moment, he forgets about Padma Patil standing reluctantly by his side, forgets about everything that isn't her. His vision blurs until she's the only thing he can see, and all he can think is Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. Her hair cascades beautifully over her shoulders and the periwinkle blue of her dress matches perfectly with the tone of her skin. He never knew that a person could literally take someone's breath away before, but she's there, and she's stunning, and Ron's finding it a little hard to breathe.
But then she takes the arm of Viktor Krum, and he's suddenly jolted back to reality. Harry's disappeared off somewhere - probably into the Great Hall with the other champions - so all Ron can do is stare at her retreating back, a confusing mix of feelings he can't quite decipher twisting his stomach into knots.
Padma impatiently tugs on his arm, and he's forced to look away from where Hermione's dancing with her arms wrapped around Krum, her dress swaying mesmerisingly as she moves. Padma's dress is turquoise, and all Ron can do is wonder if this shade of blue would look as good on Hermione as the periwinkle does. He decides that it would.
He begins to pay more attention to her after that night, and he comes to realise that every shade of blue looks perfect on her. She doesn't wear it often, surprisingly enough, but when she does it's like he's seeing her for the first time all over again. It's the ocean-coloured jacket she throws on hastily as they head down for tea at Hagrid's. It's the blanket she sometimes brings down into the Common Room, which somehow perfectly matches the colour of a cloudless sky. It's the frost blue mittens she wears on a particularly cold afternoon in Hogsmeade.
Ron comes to believe that the colour blue was made for Hermione. Nothing is more perfect than this union in his mind. He wonders what colour his mum made her jumper this year, and then decides that he's going to write next year and ask her to do it in blue.
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