Disclaimer: I don't own HP. But JKR does.
Author's Note: This is a "drabble". Drabbles are supposed to be only 100 words. So therefore, this is supposed to be short.
He thought about her blonde hair all the time. It smelled like cherries and almonds.
She was quite different from Hermione, and that's what made her special. He felt comfortable with her – especially under the oak tree in the middle of the night – he had never opened himself up like that… not even to Harry.
Ron wrapped his arms around her as the blackened sky of night began to show hints of gold and purple. The colors reflected in her wide, innocent eyes, making his breath catch contentedly in his chest.
He was with Luna Lovegood… and nothing else mattered.