Chocolate Chips
It would have appeared, to the common eye, that Hermione Granger was totally absorbed in the book that lay in her lap. But she was only pretending. She had been staring at the same page for, well she didn't know how long. She was deep in thought.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Ron asked her. She jumped at the sound of his voice.
"Of course. Why do you ask?" she responded.
"You've been on that same page for at least ten minutes," he said grinning. She blushed furiously. Ron didn't have a common eye. "What's on your mind?"
She sighed. There was no use trying to hide things from him. He always got her to talk. "Hm…I was just thinking about…" she paused and a grin spread across her face.
"You were thinking about what?" Ron asked her. He loved delving deep into her thoughts and exploring her mind. She was so deep. It intrigued him.
"Chocolate chips," she replied. He looked at her, amusement written all over his face.
"Chocolate chips?" he asked. She nodded sweetly. "And what is so interesting about chocolate chips?"
"They remind me of you."
"Me?"
"Yes."
"How's that?"
"Well, it always says bittersweet on the package, but you mostly taste the sweet. And you are bittersweet, but you mostly see the sweet," she said.
"I am?"
"Yes. You have a temper like no one else I've ever met. And when we're fighting you are definitely bitter. But you're also the sweetest guy I've ever met. When you think of chocolate chips you think of the sweet side. Just like when I think of you," she explained. By this time they were both blushing.
"Oh," was all he could say.
"You want to know a secret?" she asked him. He nodded, eyes locked on hers. "I love chocolate chips."