AN: Ok, i'm kind of nervous about this one. I'm not used to writing HP. But here it is.

DISCLAIMER: I don't Own Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, or Hermione Granger (they belong to the Queen, JK Rowling)

Ron was nervous. He awkwardly walked up to the Granger home and knocked on the door. He was picking Hermione up for their first date. He suggested they go out to dinner in Hogsmead and then see a Quidditch game, but Hermione wanted a nice Muggle date, dinner in a quiet restaurant and maybe a movie afterwards. This was also his first time spending prolong periods of time around Muggles. Ever since he turned 17, he had been using magic for everything. But today, he took a cab to Hermione's house and he brought Muggle money to buy her whatever her heart desired.

Even though they had kissed already, that was during a life or death situation. But with the war being over and everything calm again, they decided that maybe they should go on a proper date and take it slow. He even got a book on Do's and Don'ts of dating. It was one of the few books Ron had ever read and the only one he would never own up to.

When Hermione answered, she looked lovely. Her hair was left down, wavy and golden brown. She had pink top and denim skirt. Ron almost forgot to breathe. He was sure is jaw had hit the ground. He looked at his own outfit, feeling self-conscious about it. He wore a simple blue button-up and a clean pair of Khakis.

"You look incredible! Absolutely amazing!" Ron said, breathlessly.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Ron." Hermione blushed, tucking her hair behind her ear. They climbed into the cab and headed to the restaurant Hermione suggested.

"Order anything you want! I got plenty of Muggle money." While they waited for their food, Ron tried to fill the time with telling stories. He tried to tell ones that Hermione wasn't there for. He also didn't want to bring up his family too much, it was still difficult accepting Fred's untimely passing. The more he talked, the more his stories became about Harry. He didn't mean to, it just happened. He monopolized the conversation with stories of Harry doing this and Harry doing that. Hermione was getting upset, he could tell, but he just couldn't stop talking. His nerves were getting the best of him.

"….And then Harry said-"

"Ron! Are you going to talk about Harry the whole night? This is our first real date." Hermione's face was pink with frustration.

"Sorry, it's just he's my best mate and most of my stories involve him. And you were there for most of them." Ron gave her an apologetic look.

"I understand, but i feel like my boyfriend has been sitting here talking about my brother, Harry is like a brother to me. How would you feel if i talked about Ginny all night?" Ron stared back at her with a large goofy smile forming on his face. "What?"

"You called me your boyfriend." Hermione had to laugh. She reached across the table and held Ron's hand. They fell into a very comfortable silence. Harry's name wasn't mentioned for the rest of the evening.

If you want more, let me know. I'll continue it.