Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: Really fluffy and random... but cute. :) R&R!
For some people, it's a gradual thing. First they notice that they're sorta kinda maybe a little bit good-looking, then they notice that they love their laugh, then they think that they're the most good-looking thing that they've ever seen, then the butterflies start, then they start thinking about them all the time, then they stare at them all through class, then all their thoughts are consumed with one sentence: Ask me. Ask me. Ask me. Ask me…
Yeah. That's what happens to normal people.
But I'm not normal.
For me, it hit me all at once like a freight train, with absolutely no warning.
It was Sunday, and it was a Hogsmeade weekend. Ron and Harry were waiting for me in the common room, and I was getting my bag ready up in my dorm. When I came barreling down the stairs, I was looking in my coin purse to make sure that I had enough Galleons for the day. When I had got almost to the bottom of the stairs I looked up, and that's when it hit me.
There he was, his hands in his pockets, looking longingly out of the window. It was like the whole world had violently bent towards him, and it made me dizzy. It was everything about him: his hair, his jaw, his chest, his arms, his eyes, everything. It had hit me so hard that I had missed a step and I fell the rest of the way down the stairs, my head hitting the floor.
"'Mione!"
I groaned in response. My head felt fuzzy. I couldn't remember how I had ended up on the floor. Before I could gather my bearings, I felt strong arms lift me up off the ground.
"Are you alright?" a smooth voice asked.
I looked up, staring straight into a set of crystal blue eyes. It all hit me again, but this time with his personality instead of his looks. He was kind, funny, a listener, honest, and a good soul. I started to hyperventilate the longer that I looked into his eyes.
"'Mione?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together.
"H-Hey R-Ron," I said feebly. I couldn't swallow.
Ron removed his arms from around me, and I felt my knees wobble. I giggled drunkenly, swaying on the spot.
I suddenly realized where I was and that Ron and Harry were staring at me with concern. I shook my head violently. "Uh… I'm… Yeah, so… Hogsmeade… Right…"
I tried to walk straight, but it was kind of a curving walk, my legs crossing in front of each other. I felt ridiculous. What was happening to me?
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Ron asked, concern marking his voice.
I don't know what made me do what I did next. I honestly don't.
I quickly spun around. Then, to my horror, I said as loud as I could, "I love you, Ronald Billius Weasly! This much!" I held my arms out for emphasis.
They just stared at me with their jaws dropped. The goofy smile wiped itself from my face, and my arms slowly dropped down. Ron's face turned maroon and he shifted uncomfortably, like he didn't know what to do with his long appendages.
Realizing the fullness of my actions, my face turned red as well and I turned on my heels, running as fast as I could out of the portrait hole.
"'Mione! Wait!"
I almost did. The way that he said my name… There were no butterflies in my stomach. There were elephants.
I heard loud footsteps behind me, and before I knew it, his hands had wrapped around my arms. He turned me around, looked intently into my eyes for a brief second, then lowered his lips to mine.
The kiss set me on fire. And, of course, it hit me again. I decided that I loved everything about him. His lips, his personality, his looks. Everything.
He pulled away from me for a moment, spreading his arms out wide.
"I love you, Hermione Gene Granger. This much."
I giggled and melted into him. I loved everything about him.
Everything.
