"…for example when I smell the love potion I smell freshly mown grass and mint tooth-paste and…" Hermione's eyes flickered to Ron, "oh um a, a new book…" Ron's suspicions were confirmed just by this little motion: Hermione liked him back! He had to tell her, tonight.
So that evening Ron sat feeling slightly nervous on Hermione's favourite armchair by the fire, waiting for Hermione enter the common room.
'Bloody library' he thought, 'She's always in there..' but he didn't have much time to muse, at that moment Hermione pushed the portrait hole open, and nearly fell through, the books he was carrying tumbling to the ground. Ron hurried over and gathered them up, then carried them to the table next to the armchair he had been sitting in.
"There, I know you like that one." He grinned at her. She looked slightly dishevelled and tired as she flopped down in the chair.
"Thanks." She mumbled. Ron perched on the arm of the chair.
"Hermione, I thought your description of that love potion was great," he complimented her, "but I was wondering what you were actually going to say when you stumbled at the end… I don't think you were going to say 'new books'?"
"I was! I just lost track of what I was saying."
"You lost track? You don't ever loose track. You looked at me. Hermione shall I tell you what I would smell when a Love Potion was put in front of me?" Hermione nodded.
"Fresh air, my mum's cooking, and you."
"M-me?"
"Yes because the only thing I like in the world than food," he grinned at her, "is you. Hermione what-did-you-smell?"
"I smelt f-freshly mown grass. And mint tooth-paste. A-and you. But why, why did you smell me?"
"I thought that was obvious!" then he shouted, "I LOVE YOU HERMIONE!"
Then many things happened at once; many people moaned handing money to others, some said "Finally!" or "About time!" and all the girls said "Ahhh!"
But Ron and Hermione didn't notice; they were curled in the armchair, sharing their first magical kiss.