1A/n: I just had this sudden urge to write a fanfic as I was watching the video for Boston by Augustana. That's a good song... Anyway, here ya go. By the way, it's really short.
Ron's POV
I'm crazy. Absolutely mad. I can't stop watching her. She's just sitting there. She's not doing anything. Nothing interesting, anyway. She's just painting her nails. I shake my head at myself, sigh, and sand up. I walk over to her table and sit down.
"Hey, 'Mione. What are you doing?"
"Hello, Ron. I'm painting my nails."
Why'd you even ask that, you git? I think. "Oh...," I notice what color she's painting them. "Uh, 'Mione? Why are you painting them black?"
She shrugged. "Why not?"
"Well... It's not really, urm... It's not really very... you."
She finally looks up. Straight into my eyes. "Why do you say that, Ron? I wear it all the time." It takes me a moment to recover from my musing of the color of her eyes.
Once I do, I reply. "Well, it's... it's too dark. You're more of a regular blue person."
"So, I'm just... a regular girl? Is that what I am, Ron?" she asks me. I know, I've messed up.
I LAUGH. She glares at me. You only made it worse, stupid. "No, Hermione. You aren't regular at all. You're unusually smart, daring, and... and beautiful." I whisper. "Hermione, I must be an idiot. An absolute idiot." I pause, suddenly becoming conscious of the fact that my face is getting continually closer to hers. She is now looking at me. "Because, Hermione, I've only just now realized it. Even though it's been there all these years... I've only just now realized, that I love you. I love you, Hermione."
She stares at me, open-mouthed. We're only about an inch apart, now. I close my eyes, and suddenly, my arms are around her and we're kissing. I'm kissing Hermione Granger! I can't believe it! Then, out of nowhere, there's a bright flash of light, and clapping and whooping.
Hermione and I pull apart. Fred is clapping and doing a strange victory dance in front of us. George is holding an old-fashioned camera and holding a photo. I realize with horror what they've done.
Fred snatches the picture the picture from George and looks at it. "Perfect!" he yells. "I have to mail this to Mum! She's been waiting for them to get together for ages!"
A/n: It's short, I know. I didn't really think it out before I started typing, and I should have. I probably wasn't smart enough to cuz it's three... in the morning. So... yeah. REVIEW PLEASE DEAR READERS!!! I love reviews... just as mush as GIR loves tacos...