Ron had to be emotionally retarded or something. Honestly, with all the effort Hermione was putting in. A blind man should be able to tell that the brunette had a crush on the ginger. It was hilarious yet exasperating to watch.
Oh yeah! He remembered, 'the emotional range of a teaspoon!' Once said a wise witch. He rubbed his eyes feeling the strain. 'God I hate glasses.' He once again glanced to either side. A blushing red head and a brunette desperately trying to draw the attention of said red head with hair flips, brushing hair out of the face and that other ridiculous stuff that girls like to do. How the hell did the smartest fall in love with the densest being on earth? Ron was such an idiot.
"I can't take this anymore. Ron. Hermione. Is. In. Love. With. You. Now you two, piss off and make babies or something."
He walked away, relieved to have finally solved the stupidity. Man, it was good to be Harry Potter sometimes.