Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters even though I would really like to meet the real actors who portray them.

I love looking at you when you don't know it. When you're concentrating on your homework, you bite your lower lip and narrow your eyes. I think I'm the only one that notices that. I love it when your hair sticks up in the back, and how it's always so particularly messy. It looks best after I've run my hands through it, letting the soft and textured strands slip through my fingers.

I love how you look at me after we kiss. The feel of your lips are still on mine, your taste lingering; usually of Chocolate Frogs. Your gorgeous blue eyes are always wide and mischievous, as if someone's caught us doing something we shouldn't have been doing.

I love it when you do simple things, like take my hand in yours as we leave the Great Hall, or when you take my bag when it's sagging down my shoulders due to the heavy load of books.

I love your smile. Having parents that are dentists, I can't help but notice your even white teeth that show when your lips curve up at the sides. It's such an amazing smile that I feel weak at the knees whenever you grin at me.

I love your eyes. When you're happy, they shine like the wide ocean, glimmering in the sunlight. But when you're sad, they darken into an angry storm. They always betray your emotions, especially to the people that care about you the most. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and if that's true, then you must be the richest man alive.

I love it that you're so kind to everyone, except the Slytherins. People aren't afraid to come up to you and ask questions, whether it be about the weather or about your best friend, Harry Potter. It's a natural friendliness that attracts everyone to you, including me.

I love your body. All those years you spent as a boy towered over by his elder brothers, you certainly have a body of your own. It's evident that you work out, be it during the summer away from Hogwarts or practicing Quidditch. Your strong arms hold me so tightly when we hug, I feel like I never want to leave your embrace.

I love your voice. I never fully appreciated the sound of it. It's so confident, so reassuring, and so soothing to the heart, that I know for certain that if I was ever in need for a comforting voice to hear, it would be you I would pick.

I love the way you always would reassure me that I am the most beautiful woman in the world. Even during those moments when I would come out with my fuzzed up hair, no makeup and baggy clothes, you would only have eyes for me. When someone else would say that I was beautiful I would never believe them, but when you voice out your compliment, I glow with delight.

I love how you and Harry always defended me, whether it's Malfoy's annoying threats and insults or from reporters barging in on our private life. Starting with the troll, to Voldemort, to Rita Skeeter, you were always there for me to get me out of trouble.

I love how you whisper things in my ear, as I'm about to fall asleep. In that voice not loud enough to jerk me back into full consciousness, you have professed your love a million times over, and I've heard it every time. It's usually during those times we've had our best conversations, be it aloud or just through a gentle touch, a tight squeeze, a small caress, or a simple kiss.

I love how at our wedding, your eyes never left mine as I came down the aisle with my father. The calm and loving look you gave me forced me to remain clam as I approached you slowly; with everyone watching me. When I reached you and extended my hand for yours, everything else disappeared once more, and all I could recall was looking at you throughout the entire ceremony.

I love how at Harry and Ginny's marriage, your eyes glowed with warmth and love as Ginny was handed over to Harry. You never did approve of their relationship, but when Harry graciously accepted Ginny to be her lawful and wedded husband, your warm blue eyes watered with loving tears as you reached for my hand for support and reassurance that I was there. I was proud of you then and always have been.

I love it how when our first child was born, you brought her over to me, and we both stared at her in awe. She had a patch of red hair like the Weasley clan, and when she opened her eyes, they were a perfect clear brown like mine, sparkling at us in wonder. When we spoke her name aloud, Nora smiled at us, as if understanding it was she we were calling to with adoration.

I love it that you are such a wonderful father; the affection you gave her was endless. Our daughter is your pride and joy; you can never get enough of cuddling her, holding her, feeding her. I've got so many pictures imprinted in my mind of you looking down at her, like you can't believe she's a part of you, of the two of us.

I love how you became so emotional when she started her first year of school at Hogwarts. I saw tears in your eyes when she boarded the train and turned to wave at us as it began to pull away out of the station. I thought it would be me that cried, but it was your tears I brushed away that evening as we sat in our quiet home, alone without her.

I love it how you and I were the proudest parents at her graduation ceremony, as she became one of the most successful witches ever to come out of Hogwarts. Head of her class like me and gracious like you, she certainly inherited some of our best traits. It was I this time with tears in my eyes; tears I was able to hold back only when you took my hand in yours and squeezed it tightly, giving me strength, giving me protection.

I love how when you walked her down the aisle at her wedding, you wore the biggest grin on your face. She smiled back up at you, and you kissed her on the cheek and whispered

something in her ear before letting her go to her future husband. When we watched them dance together later, we whispered that it reminded us off our special dance at our wedding.

I love it how we sit together on our old front porch and watch the rain, not as youthful as we always were, but the spark of our romance always has remained. As you stand up now and smile at me, I'm reminded of how many years we've spent together, and how many more years we're likely to spend together.

I love it that you're Ron Weasley, I love it that I'm your wife Hermione Granger Weasley, and I love it that you love me and always will love me for who I am.

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