Four Ron and Hermione one shots of what could have happened, not really in order - just for fun :D Rated M for chapter 3 ;) Reviews would be much appreciated! Thank you! (I tried to stay true to the characters, by the way haha)

Set in the 5th year at Grimmauld Place, this one is a short little one shot of Rons' thoughts that is hopefully cute - that's what I'm aiming for anyway! And it will give you a taster of the other 3 one shots, too hopefully! Enjoy:

Rons' POV

I can't help but stare as she descends the creaky staircase for her breakfast, my bowl of cereal and plate of toast abandoned; her bushy brown hair tumbles around her like an elegant hood, and those chocolate brown eyes... although she's just woken up, they still sparkle as they lock onto mine. She smiles and pulls out the old wooden chair opposite me and I instantly smile back. That smile of hers... I recall all the countless of times I'd say something goofy, something completely dumb, just to see that smile upon her face some more. I'd act like a complete nutter everyday if I knew it would make her smile. She's beautiful, and not in an in-your-face kind of way like Fleur, but a subtle beauty that is even more startling, something that catches me unaware all of the time.

She engages in conversation with Ginny, who has equally puffy bed hair, and I allow myself to become lost at the sound of Herrmione's voice. That was what I'd miss, every time the summer holidays came and I had to endure a few weeks without her, I'd lay in bed and replay all the times she'd tell me and Harry a story, how she'd lecture us about homework. I'd captured every moment I spent with her and at night, I'd talk myself into telling her how I feel. Of course, I'm no good with expressing myself, and it's even worse every time I see her. I'd wake up, get dressed into my robes and promise myself, "Today is the day." I'd recite all that I'd say, yet as soon as Hermione comes into view, blissfully unaware of my raging heart, all of my resolve melts and my tongue becomes tied -

"Ron, could you pass the jam please?"

I snap out of my reverie and realise Hermione is looking at me. She just asked me something...Um, what was it?

"What?" I grunted, feeling slightly embarrassed as I pick up a piece of now soggy toast, trying with all my strength to act casual. I really have to stop doing that - just drifting off and gazing at her. One of these days I'm going to get caught, dammit! She rolls her eyes, repeating her question and I pass the jam. She smiles her thanks, her eyes lingering on mine.

I shyly look back down to my bowl of cereal with my heart beating faster; moments like that, with that lingering gaze, stir something inside me, inside the pit of my stomach. I guess it's a flutter of hope - hope that somehow she is capable of reciprocating my feelings. I sneakily glance up through my lashes; she's biting the corner of her toast gazing out of the kitchen window with a misty-eyed expression, her long dark eyelashes framing her brown eyes delicately. My gaze falls to her lips and I feel an urgent desire to feel them - soft, full, and as eager as mine are as they melt against hers.

That's all I ever bloody do though, observe, wish, hope...