Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter.

These Days

Oh, how I love these days.

I hope he doesn't notice me staring at him. But it's hard not to, when he's standing there right in front of you. I don't have anything better to do, anyhow.

Ron is so muscular. I know this, because he doesn't have a shirt on.

I know what you're thinking; he's your best friend. Yes, I've know this for a long time. But I just completely adore him. We've had our moments where we want to rip each other's heads off, but then he randomly pops up and does something really sweet. And it makes me fall for him all over again. Not that he knows this, of course. I don't think I'll ever be able to tell him how I feel.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shittttt. I think he saw me staring at him. Ew, is that drool on my mouth? Oh, god.

Great, now I've completely embarrassed myself in front of him. He probably thinks I'm some loser who drools, literally, over guys day after day. He'll probably never talk to me again. And I'll end up an eighty-nine year old lady, living with her twenty-seven cats. Ugh. Why does this have to happen to me? Why?

I turn back to the window, but he's not there. He must've gone back to degnoming the garden.

I get up to leave, so I won't embarrass myself further. But as I turn around, I see him. He's standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He's looking at me, as though trying to decide on something.

I open my mouth to say something, anything to redeem myself of embarrassment. But as I do so, I feel a pair of lips crash into my own. It took my all of seven seconds to realize what was going on.

Ron's kissing me. Ron's KISSING me. Ron's kissing ME!

I kissed him back. It wasn't one of those passionate kisses that you read about in sappy, love stories. No, it was our own kiss. It was soft and delicate. Yet, I could feel all the love and passion he felt for me and me for him.

So, now I sit here, watching him de-gnome the garden. But this time, when he looks back at me, I just keep on staring.

Oh, how I love these days.