It hurts. It hurts to watch them together, snogging in a corner of the Common Room. It's hurt since the first time, after the Quidditch match. It's not really the fact that he's snogging someone that kills me. It's the fact that it's not me he's snogging, and the fact that I wish it was makes it worse.
I remember realizing I liked him. It took a while to sink in. I came home from third year, and he was all I could think about. It's not that I don't normally miss him and Harry over the summer, because I do. But this time it was different. I would try to clear my mind at night, try to go to sleep, but every time Ron's face would come swimming to the top of my mind. And for the first time I saw how cute he was. With his freckles spread across his nose, making him look mischievous, and his cheeky grin covering his face. And, of course, the hair. His hair is like no other, not even his siblings. It catches the light and the sun makes it look like every strand is a piece of copper thread. Everything about him is just so, well, Ron. I don't know what he worries about, really. Even in a sea of redheads, no matter how accomplished they are, he will always stand out.
That next year was hard for me. We couldn't seem to stop fighting. It was obvious he didn't like me in the way I liked him. And then Viktor showed up. I really liked him, I did. There were some special times with Viktor. He was sensitive, and understanding, everything Ron was not. But he riled Ron up so much, and Ron would say things that made me cry. It was still worth it, with Viktor. But Ron still was something special. Viktor and I are friends now, no more. Ron and I, well, let's just say we're not exactly friends right now.
That time in the greenhouses this year, when I asked Ron to Slughorn's party, I really thought we were getting somewhere. I really did. I thought he might like me, after all. I still hold on to the hope that he does, in my heart. He and Lavender are so empty together that I don't think it'll last. And then maybe I'll have a chance.
Sometimes I see him looking at me, and our eyes meet, and my heart beats a little faster. But then he turns away, and the copper of his hair shines brightly as he's led away by Lavender. She doesn't deserve him, she really doesn't. In the necklace she gave him for Christmas, the one he hates, I see what he is to me. Ron, my sweetheart.
A/N: Awwwww wasn't that so loverly and fluffy and angsty? Jk. Ah, the red hair. So insanely awesome. I know a certain someone with red hair like that, but he lives in Kentucky .