Hermione thinks of the reasons why she loves Ron Weasley. Hermione's POV
While she was doing her homework at 10:00 at night on a Saturday, Hermione glanced at the potrait hole to see Ron and Harry, her two best friends, entering the common room all sweaty and smelly, they came from the forbidden forest looking for plants needed for the next class, their consequence for talking during Potions, with Snape.
She could always tell them everything...but one thing she could never reveal to any of them, was that she was in love with Ronald Weasley.
'Why do I love him?' she thought to herself as she pretended to read her Transfiguration textbook
She was good at everything. Got 10 E's on her OWLs, always raised her hand in class, and even got the questions all right.
But this was a question she never quite seemed to find the answer for.
He was not smart.
Not cute.
Not even nice to her.
He always wears his brothers clothes they've outgrown a.k.a. hand-me-downs.
He was poor.
Lived in something you wouldn't seem to think of as a house.
Always stuffed his face with anything edible.
Didn't even pay attention in class.
And, he was the "sidekick". The hero's best friend. The second banana. Harry was everything he was not.
But then it struck her. Ron was so far from perfect. And even if he's poor, ugly, stupid, and hungry, she'd always love him that way.
"Mione...Mione...yoooooohoooooo," Ron said waving an arm across her face.
When she finally got out of her daydream, all she did was stand right in front of Ron, and look him straight in the eyes.
"Hermione what's wrong, are you okay?" Ron asked in concern.
But withouht even thinking, she wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and kissed him. Yes, kissed him smack on the lips!
It was just a simple sweet, passionate, mind-blowing kiss.
Ron had a silly grin on his face."What was that for?"
"I'm going to my room, good night Harry, night Ron." Hermione slowly went up the stairs to her dorm with a smile playing on her lips.