AC: This story started out as a Ron/Hermione drabble but I feel like I want to make it longer. Don't know if this will ever be finished, though.
Prologue
Music, laughter and the clanking of glasses and dishes could be heard from a mile away at the Burrow.
It was Mrs Weasley's birthday and her family and friends had thrown a gigantic surprise party celebrating her big five-oh.
The party was going swell. Laughs, stories and drinks were shared, tons of delicious food was enjoyed, and everyone seemed to be having a splendid time.
Everyone except Hermione Granger.
Something seemed to be on her mind that was bothering her the whole night. She did smile and nod at the stories and conversations that she was there to listen to, but besides that she seemed completely out of it. No one noticed her in this unusual mood except that young Weasley lad, Ronald.
Ron always knew her as his amazingly smart, bright, and cheerful best friend who always had something to talk about. She was wonderful to spend time with. Yes, she had those times where her mood would swing dramatically and she'd become bossy and irritable, but Ron didn't mind them. The moments when she'd flash her gorgeous smile and her dimples would form and the skin around her soft brown eyes would crinkle were the moments he lived for. When he saw her smile, as cliche as it sounds, it seemed as if the world surrounding them in that moment would melt into a world where nothing existed except him and Hermione. His senses would be invaded by Hermione. When he closed his eyes, Hermione would be the only thing he could see, feel, smell, hear, taste. She was all he usually ever thought about. Just Hermione, Hermione, Hermione...
Wait - what the hell are you thinking about? This is Granger you're daydreaming of, for Godric's sake!
Yeah, but that's the thing. I could be falling in love with Hermione Granger.