Building Blocks

Author's Note: *Dodges bricks and flaming torches* So I've been gone for…almost a year and I'm really sorry to the 5 of you that actually knew I existed. This isn't my best work, but I've made peace with it since it's helped me get back into the swing of things. But I've got better things planned so don't you fret my lovelies! FYI this is told from the P.O.V of Hermione about Ron, but I hope that's a given.

Why do I like him?

I like the building blocks that are used to build his personality and appearance.

I like that he's taller than me- he towers over me like a tree stretching toward the infinite sky. He can reach the top shelves of book shelves with ease, while a footstool or tiptoes are necessary in my case. I like that when I sat on his shoulders to see over the crowd at the Quidditch World Cup, I towered over everyone, like Goliath in a sea of Davids.

I like his laugh- it starts as a wheezing chuckle but increases to a deafening and dorky cackle that leaves his broad shoulders shaking and has him rocking back and forth; gasping for air like a fish out of water.

I like his freckles, which take up most of the space on his face, and yet they don't steal any attention from his stunning eyes or lopsided smile that turns my knees to jelly. The little spots fascinate me, and I constantly fight the urge to play "Connect the Dots" and make constellations with his facial stars.

I like that he waits for me. He waits for me after class every day, no matter how long I take, no matter how late or early it is. He waited till I was comfortable with the idea of "I love you" before he began to say it. He even manages to wait for dinner if impatiently so.

I like his eyes. While I have a dull brown, his eyes are a clear and deep sapphire that sparkle and gleam like polished cobalt. They express so much emotion; he can make me swoon or become infuriated with a single glance. His water colored eyes are framed by thick eyelashes, unfairly dark and curly for a boy. I like that he laughs at my jokes about his possible use of mascara even though he only somewhat grasps the concept of the Muggle makeup tool.

I like his hair. That vibrant mop is the first thing anyone notices and can draw any eye. In a way, that shock of beautiful red hair matches his personality to a T. Bold, bright, beautiful, but in the wrong light obnoxious. In a loveable way though.

I like that he fights back. He doesn't take anything lying down and refuses to give in to any ones opinion or belief without proper backing. He sees challenges in everything and tries his best 100 percent of the time. I like that he has a fighter's spirit coupled with a donkey's stubbornness.

I like that he loves me. Even when I'm unreasonable and I continually try to isolate myself in my studies- even from him. He loves me even when I act like the overbearing insufferable know-it-all I really am.

I like that he has flaws. A perfect person isn't relatable or realistic.

I like that he accepts my own quirks. And there are quite a few.

I really like that before there was like or love or even a romantic us there was simply a boy and a girl who were just friends through a mutual person with no lasting plans concerning the other.

I liked him when we were just friends, but I love him and his building blocks now and forever.