Written for "Valentine's Happens Year-Round."

By the way: Crack-ish, a bit OOC, and generally a waste of time, should you choose to read it. However, writing it made me smile :)

& mygoshi'msorry! I accidently put one of my other stories in this slot when I was editing a mistake. My sincerest apologies.

"I love when my heart smiles, but best of all, it smiles because of you." - Unknown

There are so many ways to smile. Some people smile with their mouth, others smile with their eyes. I know plenty of people that smile with the gestures they use – flamboyant and definite. There are, however, ways to smile that you don't even see. You must think I'm crazy now, huh? I assure that I'm not. I've always been a logical, smart girl, so I can truthfully tell you that despite all the things I've been through in my life, I am not bonkers.

I suppose you won't believe me though – not if you haven't experienced it yourself. Before you say anything, no, this is not some silly way to cover up my insanity – it is merely a fact.

Now, trust me, once you've gained this beautiful smile within, there is no turning back. Why bother with your eyes or mouth, when you can smile with your heart? Jolly good question that, isn't it? Anyway, just to prove my point, I'll tell you a little story.

It must have been about… oh, I don't know, maybe twenty minutes ago, when I discovered this amazing smile. I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, with Ronald and Harry, pretending to listen to the two of them as they babbled on about quidditch.

"I don't know, Harry," Ron was shaking his head, looking rather put out. "What'd you think, Hermione?"

I had raised my eyebrows, shaking my head, trying to let him know that this was one conversation that I did not want to be pulled into. Much to my dismay, instead of using his brain, like any normal person, he simply kept staring at me, awaiting an answer. And as the brightest witch of my age, I was assuming that he wanted a plausible (actually, he probably wanted the right) answer. However, my knowledge of quidditch is limited, which is probably what prompted me to flip open my book, and pretend that I hadn't heard him.

"Mental, that one," Ron muttered, obviously thinking that I couldn't hear him – the idiot, I mean honestly, didn't he know that girls can multitask?

Harry cast me a not-so-subtle look, before breaking out into a grin. "But?"

"We love her, I know," Ron groaned, and I could tell that the two had had this conversation before.

Whilst waiting for Harry to reply, I flipped over to the next page, even though I really had no idea what the previous page had been about. All well. It wasn't as if they were going to question me about it, was it?

"You love her," Harry whispered, chuckling.

"Yeah, yeah."

Now, as you can imagine, I almost dropped my book in shock. It wasn't so much that Ron's feelings had been revealed to me, because really, I am not blind. It was more due to the fact that the two could be stupid enough to talk about something that was rather private, in front of the person in question! Had I taught them nothing about tact? Despite my slight disappointment, my heart did the oddest thing… It actually smiled. And because of Ronald Weasley, no less! I had never heard, or read, of such an action, and almost fainted right there and then. Neither my mouth nor my eyes gave away any sign that I had heard the two boys, but if they could have seen my heart… Well, I probably wouldn't be quite right in the head now.

So now, twenty minutes later, I'm sitting on bed, wondering how on earth my heart managed to smile, of all things. And what's more, I'm wondering how on earth I can manage to get it to smile again…

Because really, after that little revelation, there's no turning back now, is there, Ronald?