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Quote Preview: "Well, it's true. I do like her, I really really like her; but she doesn't like me back. At least, I think not. We're best friends though, we're inseparable."

Huffling each other's Puffs

"Ronald Bilius Weasley! If you don't get your sorry self down here this instant, you'll miss breakfast!" I heard my mum call from downstairs. I could smell the pancakes from my room, and it was driving me insane. But I had to do something before going downstairs and stuffing my face with chocolate frogs and pancakes.

I had to finish my message to Harry.

If you don't know who Harry Potter is, then you really must be a muggle. Harry Potter is one of the most famous wizards in the world of witch craft and wizardry in these days. He's the boy that lived.

Yes, having him as my best friend can have its benefits, but it also has some disadvantages, as well. Like, my life per say. I could be killed at any point in time because of our friendship; but at the end of it all, he sticks by me even when I put him through the most amount of rubbish you can withhold in a life time.

When I finished my letter, I placed it in an envelope and handed it to my owl, Pigwidgen.

"Give this to Harry Potter, Pig." I informed him. He took the letter from my hand and attempted to fly out the window, hitting the closed window instead. "I didn't say go yet!" I opened the window and watched as he flew away.

"Ronald?" My mum yelled up the stairs again, "Do I have to call you a second time?"

"No, mum! I'm coming!" I yelled back. I stood from my chair, stretching, still in my boxers. I walked towards the bathroom to see Ginny brushing her teeth. She spit out her paste and turned to me.

"Ron, at least have the decency to put some clothes on. No one wants to see…" She looked me up and down with a disgusted look upon her face, "That."

I snorted. "Coming from the girl that's as flat as-"

"These pancakes are simply delightful, Mrs. Weasley!" A familiar voice coming from downstairs cut me off.

Hermione? I looked down, remembering I wasn't in proper attire to attack her with hugs. I ran to my room, grabbing a pair of skinny jeans and a white Silverstien band tee. I threw those on, sprayed Hummer cologne on myself, and raced downstairs.

I walked to the dining room, to see my whole family sitting around the table, and Hermione. She looked up.

"Ron!" She got up and ran over to hug me. I embraced her, taking in her scent. I've missed that smell, but throughout the summer, it never left my mind once. Whenever she sent a letter, it would smell of her.

"Hermione, I've missed you so much!" I exclaimed, laughing. She let go, but still had her arms around my neck.

"Ron… are you wearing cologne?" She giggled.

"What? Of course I'm not." Shit, shit, shit, shit.

"Are you sure?" She eyed me. I laughed, and she hugged me again.

When she let go, we turned around to see my whole family watching.

… Awkward.

We sat down at the table beside each other, and I grabbed a pancake or two.

"Looks like Ronald has a little crush," George smirked. Well, it's true. I do like her, I really really like her; but she doesn't like me back. At least, I think not. We're best friends though, we're inseparable.

"Little, George? It seems pretty darn big to me." Fred accused, smiling. I kicked them both under the table. They laughed.

"Ron, how many pancakes are you gonna have?" Ginny walked into the dining room, laughing.

"Only a few." I whined.

"A few?" Hermione looked at me, astounded. "That's enough to feed an army!" She popped a chocolate frog in her mouth.

The family laughed, but soon after continued their separate conversations.

"So," Hermione started, "only two more days 'til Hogwarts. What shall we do until then?"

"Well, save Harry – that's one." I laughed, and she joined in. It's true, though. We've been saving Harry for the past three years from his uncle and aunt. They're not just muggles; they're muggles who are considered 'normal'.

"Yes, but other than that? We can't play wizards chess forever." She laughed.

"Well, I guess we'll have to keep ourselves occupied until then." I said, smiling. I grabbed another pancake and shoved it in my mouth, gulping milk down with it. After that, I noticed I was getting full. I grabbed a few chocolate frogs and put them on my plate. "Hermione, why aren't you eating?" I questioned, biting into one.

"What are you talking about? I've already had three!" She exclaimed. I shrugged my shoulders, and continued biting into my chocolate frog. "Do you want me to blow up like a balloon or something?"

"No, no. Of course not," I said, trying to avoid an argument. My mum always told me girls were always right; I never agreed to that, but I didn't want to start anything- her just getting here and all. "You're right. Three pancakes is a lot for a woman."

"Are you 'dissing' me?" She was squinting her eyes, giving me a death glare.

"I just complimented you! I called you a woman!" I said, astonished. She laughed it off, and grabbed a couple chocolate frogs, herself.

"There," she bit into one, "happy?"

"Like a house elf that's just been freed," I smiled.

The table was cleaned and the twins were washing the dishes, giving Hermione and I some time to hang out and talk. We went upstairs to my room.

Usually, I wouldn't even acknowledge my room's status of cleanliness, but when she was inside it, the girl I really wanted to impress the most, it stood out to me.

I quickly grabbed the few pairs of boxers and pants off the floor and threw them into the laundry basket, taking all the little papers off the floor and put them in the rubbish bin.

"I've been in your room before, Ron," Hermione stated behind me, "you really don't need to clean up, just because I'm here."

"Yeah, but it's not very welcoming." I laughed. She shrugged and sat down on my unmade bed, grabbing covers and putting them over herself. Butterflies filled my stomach, and I smirked at the scene.

Not in that way, you filthy minded freaks. Get your heads out of the gutter.

"So," she sighed, wiggling herself further into the bed, "Aren't you going to sit down?" I looked around. There really was no other place to sit other then the bed, so I sat down beside her, over the covers. She rolled her eyes, "You know, it's fine if you sit under the covers. This is your bed," she explained, blushing. Damn, that nervous face she makes might be one of the cutest things I've ever seen, but I'm not going to tell her that.

Why? Because I wouldn't want her to think I'm some sick monstrosity; that's why.

I smiled, got up and lifted the covers, getting under with her. Our arms touched, and a shiver shot up my back, causing Hermione to turn to me. Her eyebrows lifted.

"Shiver?" She questioned, laughing, "or are you just really happy about this whole situation?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Well, now that I really think about it, it could be either or." I winked, still laughing. That caused her to laugh.

Let me tell you this: her laugh is the most sensational sound to ever be heard. It was like, a light melody of bells.

Hermione's Point of View

When we finished laughing, we sat there in complete content, taking in the atmosphere. It was quiet, but not awkward; a comfortable silence. Then, I noticed something.

Ron was holding my hand, playing with my fingers. He usually did simple little things like this, mindlessly. He holds my hand, or plays with my hair, stares at me… It really makes my heart tighten knowing how much it does to me without him even knowing it, never mind him doing these small actions unthinkingly.

In all confession, I like him. No, I really really like him; but he doesn't like me back. At least, I think not.

I looked down at our hands and smiled, but the sound of a voice made my head snap up.

The twins walked in, talking, than looked at us. "Oops. Looks like we walked in on a moment, George." Fred smiled, turning to his brother.

"Yeah, we should leave the two huffle puffs alone, Fred." He also laughed.

"Maybe while we're gone, they'll be huffling each other's puffs, eh George?" They both laughed. Ron let go of my hand and grabbed an extra pillow, throwing it at them.

"Get out you guys. Now." He said, his eyes throwing darts at them. They both continued laughing, and left, closing the door behind them.

Ron looked down, sad. I smiled; he's so cute when he pouts, but I'm totally not going to tell him that.

Why? Because I wouldn't want him to think I'm some sick monstrosity; that's why.

I got up and sat down facing him on my knees. I lifted his chin up, "Hey, don't be sad. They're just doing their 'brother' job like the description tells them to." He semi-smiled, but I could tell that he wasn't really happy, just merely placing a fake smile upon his face. "Okay, come on," I got up, pulling him with me, "let's make you happy."

Aww, fluff.

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"Ronald!" I screamed while he threw flour at my face. Oh, it's so on now.