I wonder if she knows the effect she has on me. Every time she smiles at me I get an ache deep in my chest and I'm ready to pounce on her and make love to her right then and there. But I don't. I never do anything unless she wants to.
It's not just me. I see other guys look at her as we walk down the street together, and I just want to yell at them and tell them to back off my girl. But I don't.
I asked her one time if it bothered her the way they looked at her, and she was truly shocked that people were checking her out. I want to laugh at her then, at the fact that she can't see her own beauty. But I don't. I want to tell her how beautiful she is, iridescent, glowing, stunning, breath taking, and anything else I can think of. But I don't.
When we talk, all I can think of is sweeping her into my arms and kissing her, full on the mouth. I dream of spending nights curled up next to her in my bed at the Burrow. I don't even care if we don't do anything but sleep, but I need to see she's ok, and feel her breath, and make sure she's alive. I want to take her breath away, the way she takes away mine. And I don't care who sees us. I want to kiss her, and make her forget how to breathe like she does every time she smiles at me. But I don't.
I want to hold her, and laugh with her. I want to be part of every inside joke, of every daily ritual. I want to be the only man that can make her smile like that. I want to be able to hex anyone that tries anything with her. But I don't.
I want to finally tell her I'm in love with her. I want to have her love me over any and all other men. I want to love her so hard it feels like I'm dying. I love her. And she belongs to me, even if she doesn't know it. I want her to be next to me every minute of my life. She's the first thing on my mind in the morning, and the last thing I think of before I go to sleep.
One day I want to walk up and kiss her, just kiss her, in front of everybody at Hogwarts. I want to catch her by surprise, and pull her to me. I want her to melt into my arms and forget that everyone in the world is watching us, because it will feel like it's just the two of us. I want to pledge my undying love for her, and wait with baited breath for her response. And I do. Finally I do what I've always wanted to do.
And tears fill her eyes, and she whispers, "Oh Ron," and finally, she is mine. Forever and always she is mine. My best friend, my lover, my wife, my Hermione.
She's all mine.