Sighs

My boyfriend. You know what's so special about my boyfriend?

My boyfriend is a patchwork of freckles. Literally, a patchwork. You know, nothing ever the same, and that used to bother me. No order. No perfection. But we all need some disorder in our lives and Ron brings that to mine. He doesn't like them, thinks that they're 'ugly'. I can't understand why because I love them so. They're dusted over his pale porcelain skin like powdered cinnamon on a cake, the little marks that are uniquely Ron Weasley's. No one else has the same pattern of freckles as he has, and I thank Godric no one else does. It would take all the fun out of life

Sometimes I find myself lost tracking them, with my eyes, with my fingers. He can't complain then, when I pay so much attention to every little freckle, to every dot, more attention than even his own mother has paid him in the last fifteen years and wouldn't you know it, the freckles are still visible. I should know that by now; I've done that so many times he doesn't flinch anymore; he just lies there contently.

When he's in the sun too often the freckles seem to multiply. I don't mind. It might just be the sun playing games with both our eyes, but he looks more handsome and I find myself falling deeper into love with him. Just another reason to find new patterns and new shapes and trace new paths.

He thinks the freckles are messy, dotting his skin with no apparent rhyme or reason. I think they make Ron Ron, and what would he be without them? A plain, pale boy with nothing unique to differentiate him from the next boy. But he does have something, that flaming red hair that doesn't lay down flat and bothers him to no end and those 'gosh darn' freckles, though I have cleaned that up a bit, thank you very much.

He's stopped complaining about them. I don't think he's seen my point, I've caught him frowning at himself in the mirror before, but I think he's decided that if I like them then he has no reason to voice his dislike. And of course I do like them, I mean, how could I not? There like the stars, every time something is different about the pattern. And I love that.

We've finally agreed to disagree, and when I find him scowling at his reflection after a bath I'll bite my tongue, and when he finds me connecting his freckles with butterfly kisses and my fingers he'll sigh indulgently.

I love Ron's cinnamon freckles, from the first day I saw him on the train ride, to the last day I saw him leaving the train for Holiday I knew Ron was something more special than what was on the outside.

I think he feels the same about me, but it's different. I don't truly think he hated me, but he did dislike me a lot. That's changed now, thank Godric or this wouldn't be working out half as well as it has. Harry's very considerate of us, now that he has Ginny. And sometimes, when I'm lying next to Ron on the green shady grass outside, I think 'Hermione Granger, you've got yourself one hell of a boyfriend and best friend.'



A/N- I would like to thank Kim for helping me think more about this little story, and for Rachel for posting it, and for Rachel for betaing it, and Rachel for talking to me this morning and inspiring me. Sorry Rachel, this isn't D/H but its pretty sweet, huh?
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