That was it. Really, that was all that Ron needed to hear. She fancies me more than Viktor bloody Krum! How was that possible? Everyone fancied Viktor Krum! Loads! Some people even worshipped the fellow. Literally. Ron squinted off at Hermione. Was she being serious with him? Because if she wasn't, then this really was a rotten joke to be playing on a bloke. He stared at her for the longest time before he chose to take action. Arms uncrossing from his chest, he nodded slowly and a smile slowly began to break it's way across his face.
"Well. Good. Because I'm much more fanciable than that git," Ron told her. "And, er, I'm a bit -- well, look. I fancy you too, all right? I have for ages. And I'm sorry that it took me so long to tell you, but you, Hermione, are the most difficult member of the female species that I've ever met and is it okay if we snog a bit now 'cause I think I'd really like that." His words came out fast and were probably more than difficult to keep up with. But at least he got them out, right? That was something. A start, at the very least.