Anything you recognize, sadly, does not belong to me. Loosely based off of the song The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift.

Ron is perfect. He's sweet and as much of a gentleman as a git like him can be. He compliments me and always says exactly what I need to hear.

He's perfect.

In theory.

I don't want perfect. I want to go back to screaming matches because he's so infuriating and because I loved him too much to give up on him. I want to go back to the nights spent fuming because he'd made me far too angry to even consider sleeping. Arguing anytime we were together, only to kiss and make up as soon as one of us swallowed our pride.

I want to go back to what we had.

Ron always makes sure I'm comfortable and never pushes me to do anything. He never yells at me and all of the other girls are jealous because no one treats them the way Ron treats me.

I should be perfectly happy.

But I'm not.

I wish I was happy with Ron, but when I think of happiness I think of our stolen kisses by the lake or our nights spent cuddling and talking in the Room of Requirement, which almost always ended with us arguing and him storming away while I cried. But he always came back to comfort me and make sure I knew how much he loved me.

It was an erotic, crazy, reckless love. It's not the kind of love I should want.

But it's all I want. He's all I want.

Ron doesn't know that I'm not happy, but he does. He can tell, he can always tell when there's something wrong with me. He asks me why I stay with Ron, he knows that I don't love him. He knows that I'm still in love with him.

"Just come back to me," he pleaded, "we won't fight anymore. I promise."

"I like our fighting, I like that you care enough to fight with me." I responded running a hand through his perfect white hair, "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Granger. And I love you, I was stupid to let you go and I'll never make that mistake again. If you'll come back to me, that is."

He leaned down to kiss me, and in that moment I knew everything was right. I had my perfectly imperfect love back, and I wasn't planning on losing it ever again.

To most girls Ron Weasley's chivalrous idiocy is the fantasy, but Draco Malfoy's infuriating love is all that I want.