Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter
**Carpe Diem**
Ron/Hermione
Hermione doesn't know when she was first attracted to him. Doesn't know when she stops seeing him as that ridiculous, gangly child who couldn't be bothered to wash the dirt off of his face before he got on the train. Doesn't know when those blue eyes stopped being watery and started being breathtaking. Doesn't know when red hair stopped being garish and became striking.
Doesn't know when she first fell in love with Ronald Weasley.
It was slow, she supposes. Slow and steady, throughout their constant fights and bickering and arguing, with poor Harry caught in between, begging them…
"Please, I hate having my two best friends mad at each other…"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry, would you like me to change my personality to make it easier for you to get along with Ron?"
Fighting and arguing and yelling like middle school children until they realised that it was all a show, they were fighting about nothing, and when he said, Hermione, you're such a stuck up swot he was really saying Hermione, you're beautiful and when she says Ronald Weasley, you are insufferable she's really saying Ron, I love you, but they're kids, really. And just because they had to grow up too quickly in some ways doesn't mean they'll mature just as fast in others.
She remembers kissing him at the final battle. It was all passion, all fire, all consuming…they might be heading out to their deaths.
Carpe diem.
Except when you might be dead the next day, that phrase takes on an entirely new meaning and it means kissing one of your best friends with an armful of basilisk fangs and the fate of your entire world on the line.
Was it love? Was it really, really love?
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