Ron's Turn
What do you want me to tell you! I haven't fallen in love. Don't know what you're talking about, you wanker! Don't give me that look. Hermione is just a friend, that's it! I mean, she's extremely beautiful in her own way, but loads of blokes think that, not just me…Okay, so maybe it's only a few…All right, all right! Merlin! It is just me. Most blokes don't even notice her, except to ask her about homework (not that I don't do that as well, mind you).
What was your question again? The moment I fell in love with Hermione? Well, since you've weaseled it out of me, the least you could do is get comfortable. I'd rather get this over with, just in case You-Know-Who comes into the room. NO, not that You-Know-Who, you prat! Now, sit down and listen before I change my mind.
It was a normal Saturday afternoon. I'd waken up in time for lunch and managed to stumble into the Great Hall. I glared at the Slytherin table for good measure and then made my way to Harry and Hermione, who were already at the table.
Hermione was eating at top speed (again). You know, for someone who criticized my eating habits so much, she wasn't setting a very good example. Anyway, she quickly said good-bye to both of us and flew out of the Great Hall. Harry and I finished our lunches slowly and returned to the Common Room to play some chess. I was winning as usual, but my stomach started growling. I asked Harry if he wanted to comedown to the kitchens, but he said he had to get a start on his homework (I think Hermione's rubbing off on that one).
I was walking down o the portrait with the fruit in a chipper mood. I tickled the pear and opened the door into the kitchen and stopped. Hermione was sitting by the fireplace with a small group of House Elves around her. They were listening intently to her, something to do with spew, I'm sure, but they weren't shaking their heads and ignoring her as they had before. The firelight was glinting off of her brown hair. I just stared at her. My hear felt like it was a big drum in my chest and my stomach was filled with pixies. I don't know if you've ever felt this way, but it was the weirdest thing I had ever experienced.
Unfortunately, my stomach growled, loudly and everyone looked up at me. Hermione beamed at me. I could feel my ears getting red and I quickly told an elf what I wanted to eat. As soon as the elf brought it, I made a run for it. I could feel my whole face and neck heat up as she just kept smiling at me. I was unnerving. But as soon as I got outside and was eating my snack, I realized just what had happened. I had fallen for my best friend, and there was nothing I could do about it.
So, there you have it. The moment I fell in love with Hermione. No, I'm not going to tell her! Why would I do that? No, she can't possibly feel the same thing. Look, I've got to go and start my homework. Don't give me that look; I'm not trying to impress anyone! Oi, there's no winning with you, is there?
AN: I think I got Ron's characterization down. It took me about half an hour, once I got going. Please review! This is to all the reviewers who said they wanted more. Thank you to EyesofBlue1983, Banoffee, HG4ever, Phoenix Ruisse, mnemosynesque, and Does Life Exist After The… You are all wonderful!