Red Hair.
If you were a certain bushy haired witch on a certain summer night that thought would be keeping you from sleep at 3a.m.
Hermione turned over for about the th time and that's exactly what she saw. At first she thought she was seeing things. But then it talked.
"Hermione, you awake?" A male voice asked. Ron.
"Yeah, why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you something." Ron said nervously.
Now? He needed to tell her something now? "Cant it wait until morning?"
"No, it can't…" He took a deep breath, "I don't know how to say this." Ron paused and sat on the bed. Hermione sat up and gave him a quizzical look. Where was this going?
"Okay, here we go. I can't stop. You're in all my dreams and I think about you all day. I love the way you call me a stupid git. I love the way you got jealous whenever I was with Lavender. I love everything about you, and I always will." Ron looked at Hermione, waiting for an answer. Hermione just stared at him like he had three heads. She was too shocked to respond just yet. "Bloody hell, I knew I shouldn't have said anything to you. I should have never listened to Harry. This is going to ruin everything. Our entire friendship is going to fall apart. I knew you wouldn't like me. I'm not good enough. I don't have enough money and I'm definitely not smart enough for you." Ron looked down at his feet.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley! How dare you say such an idiotic thing? Not good enough? That's totally ridiculous. I don't care about money or anything materialistic like that. I love you for you. Any girl in her right mind would adore you." Hermione stopped dead in her track. She suddenly looked like she had been hit by the Knight Bus.
Ron stared at her for a few moments then started to chuckle. "Hermione Granger, I believe you just said you love me."
"I-I did," Hermione blinked, completely flustered, "And I do. I think. Well I know I do, but I don't know. You know what I mean. But I definitely love you. A lot."
"Good," Ron said still laughing, "Because I love you too."
Hermione released the breath she was holding. "Good," She paused and looked up at Ron. "Why are you laughing? It's not funny."
Ron just laughed harder. "I've just never seen you so flustered before. You always know everything, this is new for you."
"Hush up Ron, it's really not funny."
"Yes, Hermione, it really is." He moved his face closer to her and said in a mocking voice.
"No, it is not Ronald." Hermione copied his action.
"Yes," Ron paused to knock her on her back, "it is." But when she didn't argue back he pulled away. "I'm sorry." He said sheepishly.
Hermione grabbed his shoulders before he got out of reach. "No stay."
They stared at each other for what seemed like ages. Finally Ron leaned in and kissed her. It was exactly what he thought it would be like. Warm, sweet, and a little forceful at times, just like her.
That night, after a long time of waiting, they feel asleep in each others arms.