A/N Hey everyone! I'm glad I got so many positive reviews to my Harry/Ginny! I'm trying different pairings. This is a Ron/Hermione. Enjoy!
Why was she perfect?
Why could he not get her out of his mind?
What was his problem?
Why was he in love with Hermione Granger?
Ron Weasley was sitting on the windowsill in his dorm he shared with three other boys. He was drawing Hermione. Ron was an artist, natural born. He didn't tell anyone, but there was a secret compartment in his trunk where he kept his drawings. He'd drawn Harry's owl, Hedwig, when she was in full flight with a letter on her ankle. He drew the Christmas trees that Hagrid put up in the Great Hall. He drew pictures of everyone in his family, and he drew Hermione. He sketched her face, her eyes, her mouth, her hair. He was shading in her hair when there was a knock at the door and Hermione came in.
"Harry said you were up here," she said, smiling. Ron shoved his parchment and charcoal pencil aside so she couldn't see it, or so he thought. "Whatcha got there?" she asked walking to him.
"Nothing really, just some homework," he lied.
"With a charcoal pencil? I don't think so," she reached over and grabbed the parchment from under his hand. There were a few pieces of it so she flipped through them while Ron looked at the floor guiltily.
"Ron," she started, almost speechless, "these are beautiful." Ron looked up hopefully.
"They're nothing really," Ron sputtered.
"Are you kidding? I have never seen anything like it," Hermione sat on his bed and felt her charcoal hair.
"Well, thanks. I have others!" Ron jumped up and pressed the inside of his trunk and pulled out a hidden drawer. He pulled out some scraps of parchment paper and handed them to her.
"How did I not know you could draw like this?" she asked, looking up at him with her brown eyes that held her life story, the eyes that Ron had tried so hard to capture on paper.
"No one knows really," he muttered modestly. "You will keep this a secret right?"
"But Ron, these are amazing. You have to show someone!" she protested.
"I'd rather keep it a secret," he almost begged. She had to keep the secret.
"I will, if you draw another picture of me," she started, "there's this dress, it was my mother's, and I want you to draw me in it."
"Ok, done," Ron said without thinking. This was easy, he'd drawn her so many times before.
"Ok, meet me in my dorm in fifteen minutes," she said rushing out. She ran back to her empty dorm and dug through her trunk for the scarlet dress. She pulled it out and threw it on, pinning her hair back with the gold pin she always wore with it. Ron came in as soon as she had finished positioning it in her hair. She grabbed a chair and made him sit down. She posed on the floor, sprawling the dress around her like she was sitting in a pool of scarlet. He sketched and she stayed perfectly still, you could hardly tell she was breathing.
"Done," Ron announced after half an hour. It didn't take him long; he had already mastered her face and hair, and the rest wasn't rocket science. Hermione jumped up in joy and looked at the parchment. She had never looked so beautiful in her life.
"Ron, you made me look so pretty," she said, grateful.
"I drew you how you are," he answered with a small smile.
"Ron, you make me beautiful," he didn't have a chance to react before she grasped him by the cheeks and kissed him. He kissed her back, running his hands around her waist, feeling the silky material of the red dress. They were interrupted by Harry walking in the door. His cheeks reddened before he realized it was his two best friends and smiled.
"Well, I guess I'm the third wheel now, right?" he said with a smile before leaving and closing the door behind him. Hermione just giggled and kissed Ron again.