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Hermione knew, without a doubt, that Ron was an idiot. A lovable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. And idiots had a tendency to make idiotic mistakes—and although she made an effort to remember that fact, she couldn't help but storm away each and every time, leaving in a huff, and allowing herself to lose control of her emotions. Because Ron simply had that effect on her, whether she wanted him to or not. He had her wrapped around his finger, but of course he was oblivious to the sheer power he held over her. That same expression—a mixture of bewilderment, frustration, and guilt all blended into one—would always come across his face whenever tears would flood her eyes and she'd scream insults at him and dash away as far as possible from that exasperatingly endearing idiot.
Then Hermione thought to herself, if she loved such an idiot like him so dearly and so profoundly, didn't that make her just as idiotic as him?
And she found that she couldn't bring herself to really care anymore.
Ron knew, without a doubt, that Hermione was a genius. She could avoid everybody's compliments and pretend to be all humble, but he knew a genius when he saw one. And geniuses had a tendency of thinking on a much, much (MUCH) higher level than he did—and although he honestly tried to remember that fact, he couldn't help but lose his temper whenever Hermione acted all pretentious and showy, putting all of that brain power on proud display. Because he knew she was smart, much smarter than he could ever aim to be, but truly that wasn't what bothered him the most. It was the way she would suddenly break down and cry and make him feel like a pile of dung for whatever the bloody hell he did to her. Those sudden moments of weakness always baffled him, making him wonder how she could be so steady and sure of herself one second and the complete opposite the next.
Then Ron thought to himself, if it bothered him so much, why couldn't he just suck up his damn pride and apologize to her?
And he found that maybe it was worth swallowing his ego if he didn't have to see those awful tears again.
Harry knew, without a doubt, that they were meant for each other. Hermione might have been the most clever witch of the entire class—perhaps even the entire school—and Ron was admittedly a complete and utter git sometimes, but it didn't matter when they were together and he could see it in their eyes and the way their cheeks flushed and the way they scarred each other with insults so passionately because only your loved ones knew enough of your vulnerabilities to hurt you more than anyone else. He knew for a long time that they were going to live a happy life together and then he thought to himself:
Bloody hell, he might as well just tell them.
And he found that he just had to let them figure it out on their own.
(A/N): Gah, fine, I admit it--I think Ron is a lovable git. Truly. I lurve him so much. XD I wanted to take a jab at the HP fandom, so I tried a het fic just for the hell of it. It came out so-so; Ron's portion didn't come out as well as I had hoped it would. And I kinda just tossed in Harry at the end without thinking (but it took me fifteen whole minutes to decide on the last two sentences). I think Hermione's came out the best 'cause I can relate to her the most. Well, hope you liked it. Constructive criticism is much appreciated (and needed!).