Harry looked over at Hermione and the question he had been about to ask died in his throat. Hermione was watching Ron fret over the fate of the Cattermoles, and there was such tenderness in her expression that Harry felt almost as if he had surprised her in the act of kissing him.
-Deathly Hallows
I LOVE RON SO MUCH- like, there they are, in the woods- everything is suddenly f$%^ed. He’s bled so much he fainted and is grievously injured, has that damned locket starting to effect him, they don’t know what to do next- AND HE’S THINKING OF THE CATTERMOLES! D:
THIS IS WHY HERMIONE IS EYEING HIM UP. I mean… This is why she LOVES him. Like, she and Harry don’t think like that. They are so driven with purpose that it’s easy for them to forget the little guy. RON NEVER FORGETS THE LITTLE GUY!
