Ewlookalike- Thank you for reviewing:D I wish I were Hermione too! Why can't we all get our own stunning Ron Weasleys …?

Emma-Lynn- Thank you for reviewing! Yes I did write the poem myself, one of my best pieces of work actually! Yay! I'm not 100 sure where this story is going but I have a feeling that it'll end happily!

A Magnificent Entrance

Ron dug deep into his pockets for what felt like the thousandth time in the last hour. When he, again, found nothing inside but a few Knuts and sweet wrappers, Ron got down onto his hands and knees and looked under the common room sofa, fishing his hand under it hoping to retrieve a certain piece of parchment.

A few first years hurried past giggling at the sight of six foot so Ron down on his hands and knees in panic. Ron retorted by snapping back which would have undoubtedly caused Hermione to exclaim "Ronald!" or something very similar, if she had been present.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" asked Harry with a mixture of amusement and confusion. Ron jumped to his feet, quick as lightening.

"Err … press ups." Shrugged Ron, too busy worrying to make up a better cover story. Ron ran his large hands through his unbrushed hair, trying to trace his memory back to when he last remembered having the poem with him.

'Okay, it was last night, before Hermione and I went for our walk …' Ron remembered. 'I had to go upstairs to fetch my cloak … oh my god … I don't remember taking the poem with me!' Ron instantly broke out in a sweat.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Asked Harry, who was tying his shoelaces.

Before Ron could answer, Lavender and Pavarti entered the common room from the direction of the girl's dormitories. They were giggling. Ron groaned to himself. This was a bad sign.

Hermione entered the common room behind Lavender and Pavarti. A moment's silence fell over the crowd of excited pupils, ready to leave Hogwarts for their Christmas break.

She looked simply stunning. But, not over the top, for the occasion. Perfect. Her hair was neat and was placed around her head like a halo. Her smile stood out thanks to minimal amounts of lip-gloss and her cheeks had a permanent healthy glow to them. She was wearing a red skirt with black boots and a white fluffy cardigan, which made her look cosy and huggable, in Ron's mind.

"Hey boys!" Hermione smiled walking over to Harry and Ron, dragging her trunk behind her.

"Wow, Hermione! You look … nice!" Breathed Harry, who instantly received a glare from Ron. Hermione received a similar one from Ginny, who was sitting nearby. Hermione's newfound confidence took a plunge.

"You look lovely, Mione." Smiled Ron, surprised at his momentarily bravery.
"Thanks, Ron." Hermione smiled broadly at him, making eye contact with his bright blue irises. Right on cue they both blushed and looked away. Harry rolled his eyes at how thick his best friends could be.

"Well, we'd better make a move, guys." Harry said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, okay … is it ok if I grab some toast from the kitchens n our way?" Ron asked, rubbing his stomach, and making puppy-dog eyes at Harry and Hermione.
"Sure, Ron." Laughed Hermione. Dragging her trunk to the common room entrance.

As Hermione walked away, Ron realised how much he loved Hermione's laugh. His stomach flipped, and it had nothing to do with hunger.