Lavender's Mistake by The Queen of the Pugs

Okay, so, Lavender made a love potion and used it to make me fall in love with her, Ron thought to himself as he walked in Hogsmeade. And, I was going to marry Lavender, but only because I was under the love potion. Okay, so which girl do I really love?
He walked into The Three Broomsticks and sat down at a table in the back. His brain hurt from all of this. He had been dating Hermione, but then Lavender got jealous, made a love potion and gave it to him, and made him fall in love with her. So, he dumped Hermione, broke her heart, and went out with Lavender, then asked Lavender to marry him, but then found out that he didn't love her that much anymore. And now Hermione was saying that Ginny told her all this stuff about love potions, and now he didn't know whom he really loved.
Madam Rosmerta walked over to his table, in her shiny red high heels, and looked down at him. "What can I get for you, pumpkin?" she asked sweetly. "A butterbeer, perhaps? Or would you be wanting Fire Whiskey?"
"Just a butterbeer is fine," Ron said inattentively, his mind on the problem of which girl he loved and which girl he didn't. "Thanks."
Madam Rosmerta stalked away, back up to the bar to tell the bartender what Ron wanted and to get it for him. Just then, who should walk in The Three Broomsticks but Harry? He spotted Ron over in the corner and made his way over there, stopping only once to let Madam Rosmerta know to bring two butterbeers over to the table instead of the original one.
"Hey, Ron," said Harry as he sat down across the table from Ron. "What's going on with you?" He took one look at Ron's face and knew that something was up with him. Harry prodded and prodded until Ron finally told Harry the whole story.
"And now I don't know who I really like," Ron concluded just as Madam Rosmerta came to their table and handed them their butterbeers. "I don't love Lavender, that's for sure, but I think it would be really, um, well, really awkward between me and Hermione."
"But, do you love her?" asked Harry as he took a drink of his butterbeer. "I mean, I guess it wouldn't matter if you really loved her."
"Love who?" Ron asked, also taking a drink of his butterbeer. He cursed as his butterbeer spilled down the front of his shirt. He sighed, wiping a napkin on his shirt.
"Hermione, Weasley," Harry said simply. "Don't be daft. I wouldn't be asking if you loved Lavender if you already told me that you don't love her. So, do you love Hermione? Because like I said, I guess it wouldn't really matter about it being awkward if you two really loved each other."
Ron shrugged. "I don't think I even know what love is anymore," he said. "I mean, after Lavender used that potion on me and I thought I loved her, my brain is all screwed up and I can't think anymore about that kind of thing."
"Personally, I think you're brain has always been messed up, but I understand how you feel," Harry nodded understandingly and grinned. "Really Ron, I think that you must be able to tell if you love her or not."
"I don't know, Harry!" exclaimed Ron helplessly. "How am I supposed to know that now? I thought I loved Lavender, thought what I felt for her was real, and love, but now I figure out that I only 'loved' her because she made me love her. What I am supposed to think? Why don't you tell me? Because I certainly haven't got a clue."
"Sorry, mate, but I can't help you with that. You have got to decide whom you love and whom you don't, and what you're going to tell each girl on your own. I can't tell you who to love or who not to love."
Okay, so, which girl did he really love? It couldn't be that hard to tell, could it? Well, for starters, what attracting him to Hermione in the first place?
Well, there was the way she always dedicated herself to things and never stopped until they were perfect, like the way she never stopped studying until she knew (practically) everything about the subject and got like a 320% in the class (except for potions, which she could only get a 93% for obvious reasons).
Maybe it was the way her hair swayed on her back when she walked, the way she always knew the answer, no matter how hard, or how she had dared to be different when Umbridge was there in their fifth year and read the whole book before everyone else was done with the third chapter. It could have been the way her eyes seemed to light up when she smiled. All these little things that others never noticed about her before always made Ron smile.
And then there was Lavender. What did he like about her? Well, there was that thing that she did—no, that's one thing that annoyed him about her. What about the way she always used to—no, that wasn't it either. There had to be something that made Ron love her. But there was. The love potion is what made him love her, not the same kind of things that made him love Hermione.
So that's it then, Ron thought, that's whom I really love. It was never Lavender; she always kind of bothered me. I don't love her; it was the potion that made me think that I loved her when I really loved Hermione. So all I have to do now is somehow get the courage to tell Hermione.
That's when the idea hit him.
Ron stood up suddenly and said, "Harry, I've got to go," and with that, he hurried away, leaving Harry gaping after him in confusion. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There was a knock at Hermione's door, and she left her comfortable spot on the couch and set her teacup down on a table just inside the foyer. She opened the door to see Ron Weasley, grinning broadly at her. Without waiting for her to invite him in, he hurried inside, pushing past her and entering her living room.
"Oh, please, do come in Ron," Hermione called loudly and sarcastically over her shoulder. "I wouldn't want to stay outside in the nice warm sunshine." Striding into the living room she added, "Want some tea?"
"Hermione, I love you."