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I still remember the night I first admitted to myself that I was in love with Ronald Weasley. Of course, this realization had been coming for quite some time. I just had refused to admit it to myself, simply because of the fact that we were friends, nothing more. But eventually, I realized that these feelings, and the butterflies fluttering about in the pit of my stomach that accompanied them, were that of more than simple comradery and companionship.
Of course, upon reaching this inevitable conclusion my first thought was "Oh, no." Why would I be so negative about something so grand as love? Well, for one thing I was absolutely positive that my feelings were not returned. There was no way they were, what with the constant fighting and all. But the main reason I was entirely unenthusiastic was because I had no idea why these feelings existed. Sure, Ron was pretty darn cute sometimes. This wasn't just referring to his looks, but also to the things he said and did. But no matter how cute, this boy was an insensitive prat over ninety percent of the time! He picked arguments, he disregarded my feelings, and he used my success in school to his benefit on more than one occasion. Who on Earth could fall for someone like that? Unfortunately, apparently I could.
As the days went by, I watched Ron's behavior quite carefully. I'm not sure exactly what I was searching for, possibly something that exhibited charm, compassion, kindness, something loveable. I found very little of anything like that. In fact, during this my watching time he said many things that made my spirits sink. He would make a remark about my studious nature or my bossiness, I would feel like running off and crying. He would comment about some girl in the hallway he thought was pretty, I would be struck with the sudden urge to curse said girl into oblivion, no matter how nice she may have been.
So I failed to find in Ron the things a girl normally would fall in love with. There was a lack of consideration, a lack of tact. Compassion and kindness, especially toward me, seemed his nature only half the time, the other half giving way to insensitivity and rude remarks. Loyalty toward myself and Harry was a constant, a positive I supposed, but the rest of the negatives seemed to cancel it out in my mind. Yet all the butterflies, the somersaults and resulting knots in my stomach remained. I still felt light headed and dizzy when he so much as brushed against my shoulder. But why?
Nights of realization were not unheard of to me, on the contrary they were quite common. The time just before sleep was my thinking time, during which there were no noisy distractions, it was just myself and my sometimes inexplicable thoughts. It was during one of these nights that I admitted my feelings for Ron, and about a month later, came up with why said feelings were existent.
Ron may not have been in touch with the feelings of others. He might be a tad to insecure about some things. And some days, many days, he knew just how to get on my nerves. But he did have a sweet streak, occasionally. And he possessed an ability that no one else did: he could make me smile. Even when I was annoyed with him, wanted to simply hex him and be done with it, he would find a way to make me try to hide the fact that my lips were spreading into a grin. Somedays, his good days, I'd call them, he would make me laugh. In fact, these days were occuring more and more frequently. Many times these outbursts of joy occured against my own will, but that didn't make them any less enjoyable. In fact, it was most certainly a positive that he could surprise me like so.
By the end of my realization of this fact, I was sure of three things. One: I was completely in love with that prat who was known to the general public as Ron, the prat I knew as my best friend. Two: every girl wanted and deserved a guy who could make her laugh and smile, cheer her up, even on the days she would rather sulk alone in a corner. Three: A combination of points one and two really, but still earthshaking enough to be made into its own seperate point: Ron was the one who made me smile. Ron was the one who cheered me up when I didn't want to be. Ron was the only one for me.
A/N: Agghh, that was pretty fluffy. It kind of ran away from me a bit at the end, but I'm hoping the thing was pretty realistic as it was slightly based on my personal experiences with certain boys. Let me know what you think, kk? Oh, and a happy new year to all! Next update will come in 2008, wooo:)