Really?
He ran up to her. He would no lose sight of her this time. 'Hermione!' Ron yelled. She looked up at him. He had trouble making out whether she was happy to see him or not. 'You should stop running from me' he told her when he caught up with her. 'And why is that?' she wanted to know. 'I need to talk to you so come on,' Ron said. He put his arm through hers and dragged her of to the edge of the village. They sat down on a rock and looked down at the ground. Ron noticed the bag in her hand. 'Why do you need new quills? You got a whole load of them on your birthday,' Ron asked.
'If you just dragged me here to talk about Victor I'm leaving,'
'No, that's not what I want at all,' Ron said quietly.
'Oh, ok,' she paused for a moment before saying, 'they were no good. Way too fancy to be useful,' she smiled at him which made him worry. What if she turned him down? He reached into his pocket to take out the pictures. Maybe she'll say something first. 'Are these yours?' He asked while handing her the pictures. She blushed like mad which Ron thought was really sweet. 'I.. well.. you know.. I..' she stammered, 'I just like to have them with me. You know, so I can look at you whenever,' She was nervous and Ron didn't want to make it worse even for her. He'd just tell her first. 'I know, I would like to have a picture of you so I can look at you,' he said.
'Really?'
'Yeah especially lately with you not talking to me. I had to make due with just thinking of you,'
'Did you think about me a lot?'
'yeah, I guess,'
'Like once or twice a day,'
'More like once or twice a second,' Ron couldn't look at her as he said this. Instead he just looked at the leaves he was poking at with a stick. He could feel his face become redder. Hermione reached over and took the stick from his hand. He looked up at her. She was blushing too. 'Really?' she asked. Her eyes looked scared. He held onto her hands really tight. He couldn't let her get away. 'Really,' he said.
Her face broke into a smile. 'You have to most beautiful smile,' He had said it before he realized. Her grin became wider. He really wanted to kiss her now. Maybe she'd let him. She lifted her hand an stroked the side of his face, 'You're very handsome, you know that?' She looked at him differently, more serious. He moved his head towards hers until there was about an inch between them. She had closed her eyes. Ron softly placed his lips on Hermione's. I felt different then it had done by the lake. He didn't want it to ever end. When their lips finally broke apart they just sat on the rock grinning at each other. He was holding both her hands; they were cold. He kissed her again. He definitely could get used to this. She pulled away and softly said, 'Let's get back to the castle. Everyone is in Hogsmeade so we can be alone. Unless you want to stay here and shop or something,' Ron smiled at her, 'No, the castle, alone with you, that sounds perfect,'
Ron can't remember a time when they had gotten back to the castle quicker. The castle seemed really deserted. There wasn't a single soul in the corridors and only a handful of Gryffindors were in the common room. 'All the others are in Hogsmeade so we can go to my dormitory, if you want of course,' he felt his face turn red again. But Hermione simply smiled at him and said, 'Ok, I'll meet you there,' as she sped of to her dormitory. He walked up the stairs. He placed his coat on the rack and started pacing around like a nervous polar bear. Then he heard the door squeak and Hermione came in. She sat down on his bed. It seemed impossible that there was a time when he didn't think she was perfect. He sat down with her. 'Here,' she said as she handed him a picture. 'It's just an ordinary muggle one so I don't move but it's better then nothing,' Ron looked at a picture of Hermione probably taken in Italy that summer. 'It's perfect,' he said and gave her a kiss. As he pulled away she put her hand in his neck and pulled him back.