Disclaimer: Just plain, boring boring wishful thinking—that I owned Harry Potter, and that there were more Harry Potter books. Okay, actually I don't wish that I owned Harry Potter. I just wish wish wish that there were more books. So now, I'm just rambling. Whatever, just ignore me and carry on.

This song is called "Lips of an Angel" by Hinder I think I'm gonna make one chapter per verse, but I dunno yet. Depends on how people react to it, I guess. Enjoy!

Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

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Prologue

Ron sat slouched in the seat, his mind paying attention to only the music blasting by his ears. He blocked everything else out—the couples, the dancing, and the jubilance in the air. His elbow rested on the table and his forehead on his palm. The table looked repulsive, and it was unknown to him whether it was because of the hearts with names scratched into its surface, or if it was because of the gum plastered all over the underside of the round table.

Maybe I should just go home. Really, what's the point of being here? Not like anyone's gonna talk to me, anyway.

Really, he just shocked himself sometimes. When his mother had shouted at him to "go on, go meet some people," his initial reaction was to adamantly refuse. He'd cut himself off from everyone else, ever since a week or so after the final battle, talking only when he really needed to. "Pass the sugar/butter/knife/tissue" was all he remembered saying throughout the last month; who would he be to suddenly start socializing again? But he'd gone anyway. He'd been hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, he would see her.

That's it. I'm going home. Where's my jack—

"WON-WON!" A figure came running at him from behind as he stood up to retrieve his jacket, knocking him over onto the ground. She toppled over, right on top of him, and was flashing a dazzling smile at him when he finally regained his composure and had stood back up.

"Oh. Hey."

"Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you for so long!" Lavender gushed. Ron apprehensively eyed her skirt, which left, if anything, incredibly little to the imagination. She clasped her hands tightly on his shoulders , looking into his eyes. She began to raise a hand up to his slightly damp hair, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Did you take a shower right before you came?" said Lavender, her voice slightly husky as she moved an inch closer to him.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he took a step back in response. "No. It's raining. Didn't you notice?" He reached to the ground for his jacket and gave her a small wave as he began to head towards the door, but was stopped as one of her fingers hooked around his belt.

"Stop playing hard to get." She smiled. "I'll owl you."

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He inhaled her scent as she pushed herself up to him, even closer. They were at his flat near Hogsmeade, on their second "date."

"Won-won," she began, pouting.

"What's wrong?" He raised his eyebrows, not taking his eyes off the flickering flames in front of them. They seemed to dance mockingly in front of his eyes. They knew; they knew he didn't want to be there.

"Won-won, my lips hurt, will you fix them for me?" she simpered.

Merlin. What is wrong with her?

He nearly burst out laughing right there and then—really, was she dropped on her head too many times as a child or something? She couldn't possibly have said anything cheesier.

Well, what do you do, Ron? Do you kiss her?

You can't possibly kiss her. First of all, you don't want to. Second of all, what about Herm--

He shrugged off his nagging concerns. What good would it do to dwell on the past? He and Hermione were long over.

Well, not really. Only a month or so.

But still, they'd promised; they'd decided that it would be better for both of them this way.

He leaned in a bit closer to Lavender, nearly choking on the stench of her perfume. She'd closed her eyes and was leaning in as well. Closer, and closer. As long as he didn't breathe, it would be only too easy to pretend that those blonde locks were brown, and that she was a foot or so shorter. Their lips touched, and Ron recoiled almost immediately.

Lavender doesn't kiss like her, it won't work. I'll just pull away and leave, yeah--

RING RING RING

"The fellyfone," Lavender broke away from the kiss and looked up into the corner of the room. There, sat a little black box with a banana shaped receiver sitting on top of it.

"Here, I'll get it." He stood up and began to stride to the phone. "And Lavender, it's called a telephone."

She looked slightly dazed for a moment, and then her expression suddenly lit up, as though she'd made a world-class discovery. "Oh, so that's why my Muggle Studies teacher marked it wrong. I'd always thought she just had a grudge against me or something. I mean, when you look like me—" she flipped back her blonde hair with a smug grin on her face "—all the ladies get just so jealous."

Ron picked up the phone, and shouted into the receiver. Wasn't that how he was supposed to do it? He'd never really used this thing before. Dad had just given it to him as a going away present when Ron had announced that he was going to move out.

"HELLO?"

"Oh, hey, it's me."

He froze. It was her. Bu..but..Lavender was here right now, this wasn't exactly the best timing ever.

"Hey, 'Mione," he whispered, careful not to let Lavender catch the name he had said.

"Ron, I…I…. I don't know, I just needed to talk to someone."

"Sure, the timing isn't quite perfect, but let's just talk anyway. Hey, 'Mione, you…crying?" He heard a cross between a sniffle and a giggle on the other end.

Hell, I didn't even know that was possible. A sniffle-giggle?

"Won-won, who are you talking to?" Lavender had sidled up to him and was trying to move her ear over to the receiver. "Won-won?"

"It's Harry. We're um…talking about…uhhh…guy stuff. Wait for me in the kitchen, Lavender."

Lavender looked disgusted. "Guy stuff? Well, of course I'm not gonna listen." She began to head off towards the kitchen. "…guy stuff, seriously. Eww."

"Good job getting rid of her, Ron." The other person on the other side of the receiver said in a pinched voice. "And you're with Lavender?"

"Um…yeah."

"Then, I don't think that I should be talking to you right now, I guess I'll call Ginny or Harry, it's all right, Ron. Bye."

"No, wait!" he said. "'Mione, it's okay, I'm here. Just tell me what's wrong."

"Really, it's okay. I don't want you to miss out on quality time with her or anything, so I'll just…"

"WAIT!"

"Won-won, what's wrong?" Lavender chimed in from the kitchen, poking her head out of the door.

"It's nothing, uh, it's just that Harry wants to propose to uh...Ginny and I didn't want him to do it just yet, so yeah."

"Okay," she shot him a sickly sweet smile from the door and then moved back into the kitchen.

"So, 'Mione, what's wrong?"

"It's Viktor." She choked out, and Ron could tell she was on the verge of a cascade of tears.

"What did that arse do to you this time, eh?" he spat. "And why are you together with him again anyway, you—"

"I could say the same thing for you, Ron. Why are you with Lavender again?"

She did have a point.

But still, she should know that I can't just forget her like that; she doesn't have any right to go around with Vicky again.

Yes she does. It was a clean break, Ron. You told each other that you weren't going to be miserable your whole life or something. Just get over it.

"Forget about that. What did he do to you?"

"He…he proposed to me. He asked me to marry him."

"HE ASKED YOU TO MARRY HIM?" he screeched at the top of his lungs, forgetting entirely about Lavender in the kitchen.

"What, so Harry's gay? I should've known, I mean, with hair like that, he must be utterly irresistible to guys as well. With who, Ron? With who? Oh, Merlin, is it with Neville?"

"No, it's with…Dean, Lavender. Just…stay in the kitchen."

As Lavender slunk back into the kitchen, he could still hear her squealing jovially about the gossip she was going to be able to spread tomorrow.

"Poor, poor, Harry," Hermione said. "I'll need to warn him about this later. He's going to die of shock if Dean suddenly comes up to him and asks if he told everyone they were getting married; no, imagine if Ginny finds out before him."

He could picture Hermione shaking her head as she said this. "Enough about that, 'Mione. That oaf asked you to marry him? Well, how was it? Did he demand that you marry him? Did he demand that you be his servant for the rest of his life? Did he?" said Ron scathingly.

"No, it was actually rather sweet, really. He booked reservations for us at a restaurant and had a string quartet playing and everything," said Hermione unsteadily, as though she still couldn't believe it.

"And you said yes?" His voice was wobbling. This was his 'Mione. Krum couldn't just take her away from him like that, she was his, regardless of the status in their relationship. Just because they weren't going out didn't mean that people could just come up to her and ask her to marry them.

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My second fanfic! Hope you liked it. Plz review!