She was, in essence, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had long jet black hair that fell to her waist, and every time he saw her, he couldn't help but stare. There was no one else on the planet earth that was as gorgeous, as radiant, as this girl.
You could say that she was popular. She was admired by all girls, she was longed for by all boys. Even the teachers loved her. Even Snape respected her, although she was in Gryffindor. She was a model student, but she wasn't a show off, or a know-it-all. She cracked her fair amount of jokes, also. When she laughed, everyone laughed with her. He did, too.
He wanted her. He wanted to be the one to stay with her at night, the one to hold her and comfort her, the one to kiss her and tell her that she was a goddess. They were best friends, but that didn't stop him from loving her. That didn't stop him from wanting to tell her how he felt. There was just one problem. He couldn't. He couldn't tell her. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't do it.
She was so perfect, so smart, so beautiful, he had good reason to believe that all she would ever see him as is a brother, a friend. He wasn't worthy of her love. He didn't deserve it. She had so many choices in boys, why would she choose him?
He decided that he was going to tell her. He was finally going to tell her how he felt. He only hoped that she felt the same way. He came downstairs and found her sitting in a chair by the fire, looking as heavenly as she always did. He went over to her, and as he came closer ,she must have felt him coming, because she looked up, and she smiled at him. She was perfect.
He sat down in the chair opposite her and she said, in that sweet Irish accent that he loved so much, " Hey! What's wrong?" He looked up at her, and his breath caught in his throat. He looked back down. He was so humbled by her presence. He wondered if this was a good idea. He took a deep breath. Then, He blurted it out. " I love you."
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She wasn't sure if she had only heard what she wanted to hear, or what he really said. All she knew was that, she loved him, too. She loved him with every fiber of her soul. The way he laughed, the way he talked, the way he argued with her over stupid things. She admired his fiery red hair which came down to his shoulders, his adorable blue eyes, and his cute freckles. He was magnificent. She said, " I love you, too." His eyes lit up as if they were jewels. He came over to her, stooped down in front of her, and kissed her. He was kissing Jamie McGinnis, the woman of his dreams. She kissed him back, holding onto him as if he would vanish if she let him go. They pulled away, and she slid onto the floor in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her, and he whispered, " I love you, Jamie." She whispered back, " I love you, too, Ron." Nothing came close to the way he felt at that moment. He never wanted to let her go. She was his, and he was hers.