"Ron, do you honestly think I feel that way about Viktor?"

Ron replied bitterly, "Well, it is rather obvious."

"Well it shouldn't be obvious, because it' not true." She retorted.

"You don't fancy Krum?"

"No, Ron. I can't believe you think I would. He's not my type at all."

Ron brightened. "So.. What *is* your type?"

"Why?" she asked, blushing.

Ron blushed even more but managed to reply "Because I want to try and be your type."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Well… you already are."

"You're kidding, right?" Ron asked nervously.

Hermione shook her head.

"Really? I'm your type?" He laughed, shouting "I'm your type! I'm Hermione Granger's type!"

Hermione whined, "Ron, it's not fair… you know my type but I don't know what your type is!"

Ron looked at her seriously. "Do you really need to ask that?"

She stared at him blankly. He drew a breath. "You, Hermione. It's always been you."

THE END

Wow. That was one of the cheesiest lines I've ever written. I'm so proud. Like Ron would ever in a million years say that. Ah well.. Don't forget to review! :)