But One Day
Hmmm, the moment I fell in love, you ask? That was an odd day.
I'd like to say that I looked at him in a completely different light, but I didn't. Trumpets and fireworks and all the things you usually associate with falling in love, were conspicuously absent. There was no spark or electricity when we touched.
It was really just an overwhelming calm. I looked at him and I saw the same boy I had seen for years. The same sarcastic, arrogant, caring prat a girl could ever want for a best friend.
But when I looked at him, lying on the couch asleep, waiting for me to go to bed, I knew. He looked like an eleven-year-old again. His hair glowing in the firelight, one hand hanging off the couch, swinging slightly. I giggled as I saw a little drool coming out of his mouth. I wished I had a camera to capture this adorable scene in front of me.
As if sensing he was being watched, he slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times before sitting up and stretching. "Ready to go to bed, 'Mione?" He asked with a big yawn.
I smiled; he and Crookshanks were more alike than he would ever want to admit. "Sure, Ron. You know, you really didn't have to wait for me. You could have gone to bed ages ago."
"It's all right. It doesn't seem like we spend much time together anymore." He said with a shrug and headed for the stairs.
"Oh, Ron…" I prepared to make a statement that would either ruin our friendship or start something completely new.
He turned around and looked at me questioningly.
"…Thanks. Good night." I smiled. I thought, 'Maybe I'll keep this to myself for a while.' I sped up the girls' staircase and disappeared into my room.
You know, at times I wish I did have the courage to tell him, but then I think, 'Maybe it's better this way, at least for now. But one day…'
AN: I don't own these characters, J. K. Rowling does. However, I would not object if she would like to give me any royalties that she makes on books and movies.