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What is Love

"We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists.in the loved one, perfection."

-Sidney Poitier

My mind went back to my memories. It was the second day of my sixth year at Hogwarts. I was sitting in the great hall having breakfast. I was busy spreading marmalade on my toast and was surprised when a letter suddenly hit my head and went bouncing off into Harry's oatmeal. I fished the letter out and whipped it off on my napkin. Apologizing profusely to Harry I opened the letter and immediately recognized my mother's handwriting.

Dear Ron,

How are you dear? Are your classes going well? I have wonderful news for you. You brother Bill is getting married! To that lovely girl Fleur Delacour. Well, I really must go, so much to do. Oh, do tell Ginny the good news. Bill is going to visit Hogsmeade next weekend. I told him that you and Ginny will meet him at the Three Broomsticks at 1:00. I do hope that's all right.

Love,

Mum

The week passed uneventfully and soon it was time for Ginny and me to visit with Bill. When we walked into the Three Broomsticks we saw Bill sitting at a table looking extremely happy. He ordered us a round of Butterbeers and Ginny began to pelt Bill with questions about every aspect of the wedding. After an hour Dean came in and Ginny excused herself. I looked over slightly annoyed at Dean, I still hadn't accepted my sister dating. I wanted her to date Harry. It seemed like she liked him and Harry seemed like the perfect boyfriend. Nice, brave, smart, sweet, loyal, honorable, athletic, rich, famous, and a million other things. I mean, he was my best friend after all.

As Bill talked lovingly of Fleur, I thought about my own romances. I had been thinking about it a lot lately. I was sixteen. I had never had a girlfriend and I had never been kissed.

"Bill, how do you know when you're in love?"

"You know you're in love when you want to spend every waking moment with someone and even that is not enough time. When you care about that person's well being more then your own. You see the person, as being so perfect you can't understand why they would choose you, but they do and their love gives your life meaning, and all you want to do is love them forever and ever." Bill finished and took a huge swig from his mug of Butterbeer. Then Bill let out of little laugh. "Do you think you're in love Ron?"

"No-I don't even have a girlfriend or anything." I blurted out quickly. "Besides I definitely don't feel that way about anyone." But I did feel that way about someone. That was the way I felt about Harry. I loved spending time with Harry. We always had so much fun together. I cared about Harry. It hurt me so much the way I knew he was hurting inside, like the other day in the common room. Harry was perfect. He was everything I aspired to me. Everything I liked in myself was present or even magnified in Harry. I still couldn't believe Harry had chosen me as his friend, when anyone in the school would love to be friends with Harry. I was sure on the first day of school our first year that Harry was going to choose Malfoy over me. And yet Harry had stuck by my side through the years. I was the person who he had to save from the mere people in the Triwizard Tournament. Nothing made me feel as special as they way Harry choose me to be his best friend. There had to be more to this love thing. I didn't love Harry. I mean I loved Harry as a friend of course, but romantically. He was a boy.

"Is that all there is to loving someone?"

"Well, I guess you need to find the person attractive or something." See, Harry was very handsome, with his sparkly green eyes and messy black hair, and the perfect seeker toned body, but I wasn't attracted to him, right?

"Well, I have to go. I'll talk to you later Ron." And with that Bill got up and left and I headed back to Hogwarts.