I Love The Way…

Summary: I love the way she is…I love Hermione Granger- Ron watches Hermione during dinner in the Great Hall.

Disclaimer: Not a single thing is mine!

I love the way her hair falls gracefully onto her shoulders. Sure, her hair is a bushy mass of brown curls, but that's exactly what makes it graceful. And she's proud of the way her hair looks. I love the way she does that, too.

I love the way she smiles. The Teeth-Shrinking Charm Madame Pomfrey did on her really worked its magic. Of course, I always loved her smile, even before I had even realized that her teeth were oversized. She has a special smile, just for me. A smile that says, "You're so stupid but I'm your best friend anyway."

I love the way she laughs. It's not one of those huge, hearty laughs, like Hagrid, and it's not one of those high-pitched squeaks, either, like Lavender or Parvati. Her laugh is purely hers. No one in the world could pull it off like she does.

I love the way she talks. She sounds like she's got the entire world wrapped around her finger. Actually, she pretty much does. She's on top of everything, and it comes out in her voice. It's melodious and even. I've even heard her sing a few times, in the shower at the Burrow. I love the way she sings, too.

I love the way she bites down on her bottom lip when she's nervous. It makes the dimples on her cheeks stand out, which make her look even more beautiful than she already is. She insists to Ginny that her dimples make her look stupid, but they make her look absolutely irresistible.

I love the way she argues with me. I know, it sounds very stupid, but it's true. She shoots all of these rhetorical questions at me, and though I have no idea what they mean, I just love it. And I don't know why, either. It just goes to show that she knows how to push my buttons and when she's gone too far. I love the way she knows me, too.

I love the way she cries. Yes, yes, her crying isn't supposed to make me happy, but it just makes me want to stop the world and go over and comfort her, no matter how I may act when she DOES cry. She just lets all of those precious tears fall, fogging her amazing chocolate brown eyes and staining her pretty porcelain skin. I love the way her skin looks, too…

"Ron?" She shakes me from my reverie and I smile absently. She's waving a glass of marmalade around in front of me face.

"Do you want some?" She asks, quirking one of her eyebrows up. I love the way she does that, too…

"Yeah, sure, love to." I reply shakily. I see Harry smirking out of the corner of my eye. Damn him and his watchful eyes…but I love the way she seems to always be watching me, too.

God. I really have it bad for her, don't I?

I suppose so.

I love the way she is. I love everything about her. I love the way she can just make me turn into a blushing and stuttering puddle of mush at her feet. Hell, I even love the way she insults me when I'm acting like a Goyle-clone. I love…

I love Hermione Granger.

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