Ron watched Lavender gracefully spinning around in the rink, leaving scratchy pictures on the ice. Chocolate colored hair often slapped her in the face when she would turn her head, but her cheerful and carefree appearance remained. The color of loving roses were stained onto her cheeks due to the coldness of the falling snow. The curves on her body represented an hourglass and the skin on her body was so pale that he could hardly tell where her skin began and the snow ended.

He felt a slight tugging of his lips, but the tugging quickly ended leaving a sense of melancholy in it's wake. Images danced around in his head at a quicker pace then the young beauty below. The taste of peppermint lingered forever on his tongue. There was an itch from a familiar gripping of his hair on the back of his head, and a remembrance of freshly manicured nails on his arms. Thoughts of slippery skin tried to teased him as he stood there in the stands. He was a one man audience, but he falling asleep during the final performance.

With glazed over eyes, his thoughts turned to a different girl; Hermione. Her mind was that of a dictionary; a whole library lived in her brain. The skin on her body was a light olive shade, with deep mocha hair, and light mocha eyes. Then, his thoughts darkened as he thought of Harry and the betrayal, not only to Ron, but to Ginny.

Ron reached into his thick wool robe and pulled out a glossy black phone. Pressing the number one on his speed dial, he called the girl down below. A faint melody of pianos could be heard, like an echo in the wind. The rosey cheeked girl glided to a white jacket lying out on a bench. Bright eyes and dimples appeared on her face as she answered the phone.

"Won-won! I thought you were busy tonight?" Lavender said with a pout.

Ron tried his hardest to not roll his eyes, but failed, and said, "Well I was, but I suddenly became available. Could you meet me by the fountain?"

Turning around, he headed towards the large fountain of cupid and a mortal woman, not five meters away.

"Of course! I'll be there in just a couple of minutes!"

Ron could hear her giggling as she hung up the phone. Not two minutes later, he saw her running towards him with a large bag on her shoulder and sneakers on her feet. She flung her arms around his neck as if she was trying to strangle him. Then, she pulled back and looked at him.

Painted lips and painted eyes stared back at him. They were filled his so much joy that he was actually annoyed. The painted lips kissed his chapped ones eagerly, but they didn't stop there. No, they decided to deepen the kiss by adding a warm peppermint flavored tongue. Once again, he felt the grip of his hair and nails on his arm.

Ron pulled back from her, but didn't step out of her embrace. He looked her in the eyes, knowing that what he was about to do was stupid, idiotic, and totally unreasonable.

"I thought he might have dinner together tonight."

"Aw! Won-won! That's so sweet! Of course we can have dinner! Where are we going?"

Lavender clasped her hands together before gripping his hand and pulling him in an unknown direction. Her hand was warm and small as if lit by an inner flame. He subconsciously squeezed her hand.

"You'll see," he said.

Ron let his other hand slide into his pocket and grasp at the small box velvet inside.