For admedievalist, holiday 2005. The prompt was to do a totally canonical Hermione and Ron, maybe the day she noticed him as attractive. My muse made me write two drabbles.
Rival
He had been her friend for years, he and Harry both. She was used to arguing with him, poking him in the ribs if he was being silly, correcting his essays just as she did for Harry. If she ever thought about it, she assumed it would always be so – the three of them, best friends. But little by little things had changed. There was the moment when he asked her to the Yule Ball, far too late. That should have warned her. But it took Lavender Brown's absolutely transparent play for him to crystalize her understanding: Hermione loved Ron.
Watching
She watched him flying on the Quidditch field. That was safe enough, the spectators were supposed to be watching the players. She watched him during class. Mostly no one noticed, since they were used to Hermione finishing everything first anyhow and having time to spare. She watched him at meals, in the Gryffindor common room, everywhere. She memorized the pattern of freckles on his nose and the way his red hair clung to the back of his neck when it was damp, and she went all wet-crotched when he brushed against her, even when he was walking toward Lavender instead.