+Ron+

Ron Weasley liked the smell of chicken. Chicken smelled like many different happy memories. Of home, the kitchen, Hermione, his first year.

Chicken smelled like the Burrow, because, of course, his mum would always be cooking chicken. Always. Chicken for dinner was everyone's favorite dish so Ron absolutely loved the smell of chicken. It could be fried, baked, boiled, whatever! As long as it was chicken he smelled coming from his house. And for some reason, Mrs. Weasley would always be making fresh bread, but Ron really liked chicken better.

The kitchen. In his fourth year, when Hermione had her little SPEW phase, she took him and Harry to the kitchen to see the house elves. Hermione had noticed the oh so terrible oppression of the elves, Harry had noticed Dobby, and Ron had noticed the smell of chicken.

Little house elves had appeared out of nowhere carrying little trays of desserts and actual food. Ron appreciated the treacle tarts and éclairs, but more than anything, he had his eyes on the pieces of chicken sitting there. More than anything, Ron wanted to run up to his four post bed and devour the chicken that the house elves had so thoughtfully given to him.

His Hermione and first year memory went hand in hand. Of course, at 11 years old, Ron wasn't thinking about Hermione at all. Looking back on it, he could appreciate the Hermione of it all, but when it happened, he didn't care about her.

During the feast after the sorting of his first year at Hogwarts, Ron had piled his plate with food and picked up two pieces of chicken, one for each hand of course. As he was sitting there taking alternative bites from each piece of chicken, Hermione had sat there watching him with a repulsed look on her face. At the time, he brushed it off but now, he only saw it as the fact that she was staring at him.

Ron didn't see why the smell of chicken had to be all complex, why couldn't he just enjoy the scent of chicken because chicken smelled great? And all this time, according to Hermione, Ron had the emotional range of a teaspoon. Ron really didn't care if emotions played into this or not, whatever, he just liked the smell of chicken. Simple as that.

Ron's wasn't supposed to be complex at all. I could've made it simpler but whatever. He doesn't feel there needs to be an in depth reason for liking the smell of chicken! Its chicken! So what did you guys think? R&R blah blah blah. Do it!