A fresh box of Sugar Quills lay before him on the table. Hermione had bought them for him, among other things, for his birthday. This was one of the pros for eating them. They were so tempting – fine sugar-spun tips and gossamer-thin, sweet feather tendrils, but for some reason, he didn't think he should. Maybe it was health reasons; maybe he didn't know if he was in the mood, maybe he wouldn't finish one if he started, and there was a whole Sugar Quill wasted. Who knows? "Should I, or shouldn't I?" Ron asked himself aloud.
"You should," replied a voice from behind him. It was Hermione. Ron's heart skipped a beat. "I bought them for you, after all! Enjoy your present. And luckily, I'm here to see my gift in use." She was giving him her warmest smile. It just made him melt like butter on the inside.
"Okay, then," Ron replied in what he thought was flirtacious, but ended up sounding frightened and high pitched, as he sucked on the end of one of the Sugar Quills.
"Do they scare you, Ron?" Hermione asked wryly, with a raised eyebrow. At that moment, he realized they were alone in the common room, together. Ron then pulled himself together, collected his cool, and finished the Sugar Quill. This was his chance. He needed to say the perfect thing and not sound frightened or high pitched. Pull it together.
"No, not when they're from you," he said softly in a low voice. Ron inched closer and closer to her. He felt like he was floating. Everything seemed to be so easy –this must be what Felix Felicis felt like.
"Not when they're from me?" Hermione tried to keep her cool, but it wasn't working. (When Ron notices the finer subtleties of attraction, you're definitely not doing a very good acting job.) "Why?" she asked, looking into his eyes. Ron was getting so close; he could feel her warm breath on his neck.
"Because I'm so happy with anything that has to do with you." Then there was silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, but a sweet silence, comfortable and just…right. "What are you trying to say?" Hermione questioned, smiling slightly, her brown eyes bright.
"I love you." And with that he kissed her, with the sweet, sugary taste of the Sugar Quills in his mouth moving to her lips. It was the greatest moment in his life, to date. And it all happened because of a box of Sugar Quills. He never figured out what made him do it, but he didn't care. He was happy now, and it didn't matter; he was with her.
The End