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Looking over the top of her book, Hermione watches as Ron lounges on her sitting room couch. All gangly arms and legs, Ron is the epitome of ease with his eyes closed and hands folded as they rest upon his chest.
"Is there something you want to say to me Hermione or are you just enjoying the view?" Ron asks cheekily.
Blushing at being caught, Hermione hides behind her book until she can get herself under control. "I don't know what you're talking about, Ronald. I was just thinking about something I read, that's all."
"Uh-huh," Ron replies with a smirk. "I'm sure that's why your face is beet red."
"You can't even see my face. Your eyes are still closed," Hermione says exasperatedly.
"Hermione, I know you. Of course your face is beet red," Ron says knowledgeably. After a pause he asks, "Are you going to tell me what you were really thinking about?"
With a huff Hermione lowers her book, looks over at her boyfriend, and sees him grinning like a cat that caught the canary. "I was thinking about us," she says finally.
"Mmmm," he says contentedly.
"About our future," Hermione continues.
"Mmmm," Ron repeats.
Taking a deep breath Hermione asks, "You love me, right?"
"Of course I do," Ron replies without pause.
"And you find me…" Hermione hesitates for a moment before continuing, "pleasing to the eye, right?"
"Pleasing to the eye?" Ron repeats before bursting into laughter.
Hermione grows stiff in her seat as Ron continues to laugh. She turns her head to hide the tears forming in her eyes, but is unable to hold in her sniffles.
Hearing sniffling, Ron opens his eyes and looks at Hermione. Seeing her turned away from him and shaking slightly, Ron sits up and moves to kneel next to her chair.
"Hermione? Love, what's wrong?" he asks worriedly.
"Nothing's wrong," she replies.
"I know I'm not good with picking up on emotional stuff, but even I can tell that something's wrong," Ron says. Placing his hand on her hair and gently playing with her curls Ron asks again, "What's wrong?"
Hermione moves her hand to wipe the tears streaming down her face. "Why did you laugh at me? Am I so unpleasant and plain looking that me asking you if I'm attractive is a laughable matter? Like you cannot even fathom me being pleasant to look at?" Hermione asks shrilly.
Ron's eyes widen at Hermione's angry tone and sad face. "Hermione, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just, you are so much more than 'pleasing to the eye.' You are gorgeous. Stunning. Sexy as hell."
"No I'm not," Hermione says as she turns away from Ron.
"As your boyfriend I think I would know whether or not you're attractive," Ron states.
"Why haven't we had sex yet if you find me so attractive? Hmm?" she angrily asks.
Ron stares at Hermione, eyes wide and mouth open.
Taking his silence as confirmation of her unattractiveness, Hermione stands up and yells, "Ah-ha. I'm right. You don't find me attractive. You think I'm ugly and that's why you won't sleep with me. I knew it!"
Upon hearing her declaration, Ron shakes his head to clear his thoughts and stands up to face an enraged—and slightly hysterical—Hermione.
"Have you gone mental?!" Ron shouts at her. "You think we're not having sex because I secretly think you're ugly? You've gone off the deep end if you think that's true."
"But—," Hermione starts before Ron interrupts her.
"No. It's your turn to listen, Hermione. I love you. I think you are amazing. I think you are beautiful. You are my life. You are my future. Every time I see you I want to ravish you. But I don't. Do you wanna know why?" he asks his silenced girlfriend.
Hermione nods her head.
"We grew up so fast, fighting Voldemort, looking for horcruxes, seeing so much death. I just—I just wanted us to keep some innocence." Walking towards Hermione, Ron holds onto her hands and caresses them gently. Looking her in the eye Ron continues, "I plan on marrying you one day, Ms. Granger. Why rush something when we have all the time in the world?" Smirking slightly at Hermione's beaming smile, Ron pulls her into a hug and kisses her gently on the head.
"I love you, Ronald Bilius Weasley," Hermione whispers softly.
"I love you, Hermione Jean Granger," Ron whispers back.