Coffee?
The guys were at the Three Broomsticks, enjoying some butterbeers after a hard day's work.
"How are you and Hermione?"
"Good."
"Been going on lots of dates? Lots of alone time," George waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Ron just looked puzzled, "Yeah, sure."
"I'm sorry what was that I'm a bit hard of hearing," George turned his good ear towards Ron.
"You mean you haven't taken her out?"
"Sure I have!"
"The Chamber of Secrets doesn't count," Harry admonished.
"Bloody hell," Ron laid his head down on the bar top.
"Hey Hermione," the guys had given him some date ideas but now that he was here, his mind went blank.
"Hey Ron, what's up?"
The first thing that came to Ron's mind was that muggle movie Hermione and Harry had forced him to watch the other week, "Want to get some coffee?" That guy got the girl and even ended up marrying her at the end of the film.
"Sure," Hermione shrugged, shut her book, and gathered her things.
Ron couldn't help but grimace every time he took a sip of the black liquid.
"What's wrong?"
And Ron just blurted it out without thinking, "This is disgusting."
Oh God! Now he blew it, he was horrible at this whole dating thing. Geez, all Lavender ever wanted to do was snog!
"Then why are we here Ronald?"
Ron mumbled something under his breath.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that," Hermione leaned closer to her boyfriend, trying to understand what was going on.
"I'm trying to take you out on a date," and he explained about the guys at the bar after work.
Hermione just laughed, shaking her head.
"Oh Ron," she sighed, reaching across the table and taking his hand in hers.
"I may at times complain that you and Harry often forget that I am a woman, but I'm not like most women. I enjoy spending time with you no matter what we are doing. I know you aren't the kind of guy to make grand romantic gestures. Everything is straightforward and from the heart with you and that is why I love you Ron Weasley."
"I love you too, Hermione Grainger."