Ron just gazing at Hermione from a far, just taking in what he saw. Every time he looked at her now he felt something more than just friendship but was scared to confide in his thoughts to anyone, even Harry.
She was just sat there in the common room surrounded by her school books, parchment and quell. Her bushy hair tried back in a very messy ponytail that looked as if the hairband was going to snap any minute due to the amount of hair she had.
Her eyes seemed darker in the light of the common room but they still held the same sparkle that they held every day. He noticed that on her left cheek that she had a faint black smudge and he could help but smile and laugh to himself and think 'She works too hard,' but then again she wouldn't be Hermione if she didn't have a book at her side.
He was lucky that Harry wasn't with him in the common room because he knew that Harry would have asked questions about him looking at Hermione. He was glad that nobody noticed him looking at Hermione because if they did he knew rumours would fly round faster than Harry's Firebolt.
He never notice before but he did now that when she would flick through what she had written and was checking it through, that she would bite her lip slightly and her face shall expression would relax slightly but look a little bit worried; he loved it, he thought she looked even more beautiful when she did it.
He often would fight a battle inside his head whether he should tell her that he was starting like her . . . maybe even love her but he often came to the conclusion of not ushering a word to her. He didn't want to mess up what friendship they had, it was bad enough when they argued.
He hated arguing with her because he now had the fear of letting something slip out that he knew he would regret saying . . . well not regret saying but more scared of her reaction and how it would affect not only his and hers friendship but also what it would do to Harry.
He couldn't hurt her or Harry, Harry had and is going through so much that if Ron did screw up their friendship that Harry wouldn't have at least one normal thin in his life. After gazing at her for hours did he decide it was best for him to go to bed and try and take his mind off her, but he knew it would be impossible. Before he climbed the stairs did he take a quick glance at her, imprinting her image into his mind.