I love Ron… However much they try to talk me out of it, I can deny the facts no longer. No one, not even me myself, knows why I love him. He is not that good looking, he is not nearly as smart as he could be, and he is not at all my type. Perhaps I love him because I would like to be like him. If I was as thick as him, nobody would expect as much of me. I wouldn't be the smart girl that knows every answer. I'm not complaining exactly, but it would be nice, for once, not to be the freaky genius girl I am. Maybe I love him because I think he loves me. Many theories can pass through my mind, but each one is as meaningless as the last. I love him and that is plain to me. No matter how different he is or how many girls he goes out with, I will always love Ron Weasley. Just because he is not the smart boy everyone would think I would choose, does not mean that he is not the right boy. Just because he is rather thick, does not mean that someone like me couldn't love him. I know he thinks he is below me and he would never be good enough for me, but that is what I love about him. He accepts the fact that he is not the greatest or the smartest guy around, and he probably doesn't deserve me at all. He knows he is thicker that a woolen blanket, but he still dares to love me anyway, I know he is not the brightest guy, and I could have so many that are better, but I dare to love him anyway. I can tell that many admire me, but it is for the wrong reason. They only see my brain, they don't care about my feelings, so I don't care about theirs. Ron doesn't care about my brain, yes, he sometimes takes advantage of it, but I know he sees more. He doesn't care how I look most of the time, and he doesn't compare me to others how some boys would. He doesn't seem to notice that I love him; he is too busy loving me. Ron is, in his own way, a sensitive sort of guy, and I like him just the way he is: easy-going, not too smart, kind most of the time, funny, cool, and just his own person. Ron is mine, so back off girls. Ron belongs to me no matter how hard you'll try. And boys, back off because there is only one boy for me… Ronald Weasley.
Hermione put the page under her pillow and vowed she'd keep the promises written in it. She loved Ron and hoped with all of her heart that he loved her, too. As Hermione drifted off to sleep, she whispered, "I love you, Ron." And she swore she heard his reply of, "I love you, too…"