Hello, my name is Hermione Granger.

Many people look at me and see a bookworm. Others look at me and find a know-it-all. But what I want most is for one person to look at me and see something else. Something that only he can see.

You see, Ron Weasley is not your average boy. He is tall and gangly with a shock of red hair. He is shy, but extremely outspoken. You would think that those two things wouldn't go together, but they do. Perfectly. Out of all the years that I have known him, we are always at each others necks. Before, it was probably because we genuinely annoyed each other. But now, it is to mask the feelings we have inside. You see, everyone expects us to fight in the common room. I admit, it is fun to fight with Ron. I never have a dull argument with Ron. Unlike Viktor.

Viktor Krum. My first boyfriend. That relationship turned out to be an utter flop. Sure, he felt something for me, and I might have felt something for him, but it wasn't love. I guess that I accepted his invitation to the Yule Ball to make Ron jealous. I was so sure that he would ask me. But he didn't. So I went with Viktor, Ron's Quidditch idol. Of course, this caused many arguments, but you have to know that EVERYTHING I do evokes arguments.

Yes, I must admit that his comment of "Hermione, you're a girl!" hurt. But Ron was so horridly thick that he couldn't tell the reaction that a comment would make. No matter what I did, it always seemed that the reason for my action was not of a romantic base. At first, my actions may have been misguided. But you would think that certain actions (ex: attack of the canaries!) would show a certain interest. But no. That's Ron for you.

You can see why I was so surprised when Ron actually did something romantic. Ron, the one person with the emotional range of a teaspoon, actually did something that required knowledge of the inner workings of a girl's mind. I think he got Ginny to help him. Molly was even in on the plan. She sent Ron and I out to the garden to get some fresh veggies. Ron dragged me to the opposite end of the garden. When we got there, I found a picnic already set up. There were candles and petals and everything.

The first thought through my head was "Ron set this up? He put thought in this." The second thought was the fact that there was food. I would lose him to the food. Face it, the boy was ruled by his stomach. I was surprised when he actually made a very good conversationalist during the meal. He was sure, instead of awkward. It was actually rather nice. I wondered what had gotten over him, but I didn't linger. I wanted to make the most of this as I could.

Everything was going wonderful until a chicken came running through. And following the chicken was Fred and George. Of course, they had to stop chasing the chicken and start with the smart remarks. If it was involving anyone else, I would have laughed. But, as it was happening to me, I was mad. Everything was ruined. The confidence Ron had felt was gone. I had to make due with the awkwardness that I had known for as long as I had known him. But I loved that awkwardness. It made him seem human.

For the rest of the night, I could hardly get a coherent sentence or two out of him. The next day he avoided me. All I could do was daydream about that night, and wonder what would have happened if everything played out how it should have. I guess I will never find out.

No matter how much Ron aggravates me, infuriates me, or annoys me, I will still love him. Because, I am Hermione Granger.

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A/N: Thankyou guys for reading this! Anyways, I love reviews. They make me happy. They don't take that long. After all, if you took time to read this, you could also take about thirty seconds more and type out a review.