I told him that I loved him.
How foolish was I?
Well,
Only fools fall in love, they say.

It was a dark and stormy night. The fire in the hearth was dying down to embers, and I was sitting on the couch, reading a book for one of my classes--I can't remember which just now. It must have been something interesting, anyway, because I didn't even hear his footsteps as he came down the staircase. In fact, I didn't even notice him until he sat down next to me and asked, in that oh so familiar voice of his, What are you reading this time, O Queen of the Bookworms?
Now, normally I would come back with a witty rejoinder. I never let him get away with remarks like that, and he knew it. We'd always enjoyed baiting each other, seeing who could last longer without getting mad at the other. It was our unspoken tournament, a testimony to our often rocky relationship.
That night, however, the game just wasn't in me.
It's just another book. Why would you care? I answered, momentarily surprised at myself. Momentarily, mind you.
He probably looked at me in surprise, or something; I wasn't watching him. I was focused on my book.
What d'you mean, why would you care'? Of course I care! You are one of my best friends, you know.
Well. What an admission from him. He usually stayed away from saying the f-word, especially when preceded by the b-word.
That's right. One of your best friends. One of many, right? Just another best friend, that's me...
I could almost smell the taken-abackness of him. Weren't expecting this, now were you?
Come off it, he said, You know you're my favorite girl. Who else could replace you?
Bitterly I replied, Oh, it's not about who can replace me, you idiot! Merlin, why can't you see?
Now he was confused, See what?
Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting of him. Most boys can't see a neon sign spelling Love' if it stuck itself up their noses, and this particular specimen was worse than most.
See me!
But I do see you! I almost smiled at the aggravated tone in his voice.
But you don't see what's important. What's right there. What's been staring you in the face for about a year or so!
I couldn't take it anymore. I looked up at him, into those gorgeous, clear blue eyes, and said, ever so softly, What you can't see, dear, is my love for you.
Then, ever so calmly, I got up and left the room.

Well, I said it.
In retrospect, it was cheesy.
Then again, in retrospect, everything is cheesy.
Of course, I don't expect him to do anything for awhile. He's probably still in the common room now, staring at the spot where I was standing. He's like that. He's odd in a lot of ways, I guess. But then, what would you expect of a Weasley like my dearest Arthur?