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When Ron blushed his ears got red as well. A pinkish red, that stood in bright contrast to his ginger hair and freckles. Hermione had seen this happen several times but not really thought about it until now, in the middle of the night unable to sleep.
She found that for some time now she thought of Ron more and more. There was no denying it, even if she'd never admit it to anyone else, she had a crush on Ron Weasley.
Hermione covered her face with her hands, rolled over to lie on her side and screamed internally. She wanted to scream externally as well but she couldn't wake any of the other girls.
"He's not even cute!" She whisper-yelled to herself, all though she was not convienced. Because he was cute and it frustrated her greatly. So many things that frustrated her.
His height for example! She looked so tiny next to him. Though it was worse for Harry who had actually stopped growing and was shorter than Hermione by two centimeters, and counting.
Hermione had started to take notice of more details, some of them really small. She knew that Ron had two freckles on his upperlip which she hadn't known was possible before knowing him. Ron liked black teas more than fruit teas and his favourite was
"Apple and Cinnamon! It's sorta like a.. um.. warm taste? That sounded stupid but yeah."
That's how he said it when she asked him about his favourite tea and then he had rubbed the back of his neck and his ears turned a light pink. This was four months ago and still she found herself thinking about it. She thought about everything he did, every smile he gave her and every word he said.
Hermione turned to lay on her stomach just so she could punch her pillow. She punched it three times for good measure. This was stupid. She was loosing sleep over a simple crush. Except it wasn't simple because it was Ron, it had to be Ron.
She buried her face in her pillowed and muttered to herself "He isn't even cute." She didn't convience herself this time either.