[Ron could feel her eyes boring into him. It took him everything he could to ignore the flight instincts pulsing through his body. He couldn't look at her in fear of what she'd say or do. Even his mind had a dozen different ways to say what he did and each one of them seemed to fail because she and people were a variable he didn't understand. They were too complex for him to even begin to understand.

He'd considered his feelings. He'd considered them for so long. Because it was scary what he felt and was impossible. He was afraid of losing her in a different way than the Weasleys. He fought with her because he enjoyed seeing the fire in his eyes. There was a million and one things that he could think of as to why he knew. Never mind that he'd spent years now thinking on it.]

[Scowling slightly, his voice roughened.] I considered it. [The words sound more formal, more like a child of Athena deep in thought.] If you've got to question it you should think back more, Hermione. Because I've thought about it for a while. It's enough to make anyone crazy and it's dead scary. [A breath.] But I know it cause it is different.

[Pointedly...] You're the only one who makes me feel anything like it. So that means something .