For all of you Ron/Hermione lovers out there, this one's inspired by my own boyfriend. Hope you like it.
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There was just something about him. Hermione couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but whatever it was, it made her heart race whenever she saw him. Every move he made was slow motion in her eyes, like in movies when time seemed to stop when they zeroed in on the love interest. When he smiled, felt her knees go weak. Every part of her would start to shake. Sometimes, as she shook so intensely, she thought that the loud thumping noise was her brain rattling around inside her heard, only to realize that it was the beating of her heart.
She loved and she hated his smile. She loved it because of the way that his lips curled mischievously when he caught her eye, the way that the deep blue of his eyes allured her, making her run her tongue along her lower lip like he was a cookie fresh out of the oven. She hated it because it made her realize that one cookie wasn't going to be enough.
Although he looked tough on the outside, when you broke him open he was warm and soft and delicious. He was sweet and brave and funny and smart and intellectual, and not to mention completely gorgeous.
And he was walking right towards her.
For a moment, Hermione's heart forgot to beat. Her lungs forgot to breathe. All she could do was stand there, completely frozen, ready to melt the second he touched her.
"Hello, love," Ron said huskily. His arms slipped around her waist, hers around his neck. And he kissed her, his fingers running through her hair and trailing down her figure, drawing her closer by tugging gently on the loop of her jeans.
Hermione was so caught up in everything that he was that for a moment, she had forgotten that he was all hers.