Disclaimer: Yeah, I know they're not mine. Even though I'm passionately in love with a certain redhead we all know and love. -sigh-

Please R&R.


Hermione was sitting by the lake, watching the sun go down into the water where it touched the sky. She was almost surprised when the water didn't start to sizzle. Every night the passed week she had just sat here alone with her thoughts about boys and what they did to you.

She came to think of that first day on the train when she told Ron that he had dirt on his nose. Smiling, she remembered how she always toughened up when he was around that first year, showing off. And then he had made fun of her when she had corrected him. She could remember it like it was yesterday. The first time a boy made her cry.

But then he and Harry saved her life, and he was forgiven. After that, she never could've pictured her life without them, her two boys.

In third year she started noticing that she was looking at Ron in a different way. She was nervous when he was around, and took every opportunaty to touch him. Just to feel what it was like. But he never really seemed to notice.

And then there was Viktor. Sure, she had liked him in a way, but never the same as Ron. Viktor was polite and friendly and all that, but he didn't have the spark, or the hair that could or could not be actually on fire. He just wasn't... Ron.

But she had really enjoyed how jealous Ron was, so she kept on going with Viktor. She didn't even feel bad about using him to make Ron even more jealous, she was just to happy to think about it.

This year, they'd come so much closer. At the beginning of it, Ron had told her that he'd always look at her as much more than a friend, but he knew that she and Krum had a thing, so he wasn't going to stand in the way of it. She had just smiled and kissed him right then and there, and after that they almost never left each others side.

Harry and Ginny had noticed their feelings for each other to, and everything was working out.

Just as she was sitting there, smiling at her thoughts and memories, she felt an arm creep around her shoulders, and a warm body pressed against her side.

"Hey love," Ron said and kissed her on the lips, letting them stay there a little longer then he first intended to.

Her smile just got wider and she leaned her head on his shoulder, basking in the feeling of him near her.

Boys were just a part of life, a part that never could be replaced. They could give you anguish, tears and pure hell, but they could also give you love. And the world is a better place with that kind of love in it.

After this thought, she just looked into her beloved boys eyes and kissed him deeply.