AN: This story is for a dear friend of mine. Happy birthday Anna! I hope you like your present! This version is a little different than the one I printed out for you, that's the first copy, and the original. :) Also, thanks to Kelli for helping with some ideas for this. This story wouldn't be where it is today if you hadn't helped.
I don't normally write in any of the trio's point of view, but I figured I'd give it a try, just for you. :)
R&R Please!

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Hermione shook her head, her eyes closed.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" She screeched. The calming down thing? Not working. At all. "We're going to be late for Charms!"

The red-haired, freckled teenager being yelled at gave a glare as he stood up slowly from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, his eyes barely slits. Hermione could swear she had caught some muttering about Harry owing him, but she shrugged it off.

Ron had been in a bad mood all day, and it frightened Hermione just the slightest. It was near the end of the school year, and he was normally happy, ready to go home to his wizard family. But yet here he was, a scowl plastered on his face as the pair were the last two to leave the giant hall.

"Ron, are you ok?" Hermione asked as she scuffled down the hall, Ron at her tail.

He looked all around him to make sure no one was nearby before answering, "Of course not!" But left it at that. He walked quicker and ahead of her, which was a first.

Hermione, not taking any of it, went at his quickened pace to catch up with him. "Ronald." SHe gripped his arm just as he began walking even faster.

Big mistake.

She fell, knocking her monument of books and quills in her hands to the ground, scattering all over the stone floor of the castle.

Ron, hearing the noise, turned around and froze. His eyes widened as he saw the girl on the floor. He felt bad. He really did. He knew it was his fault, which was just what he muttered as he came racing back. "My... bloody fault... Harry's... too..."

Hermione still had no idea what he was talking about as she messily gathered her mountain of supplies.

Ron, trying his best to help the girl but not really succeeding, helped her up once everything was back in her arms. "Look... Harry's been trying to get me to... No. It's bloody stupid." He stood up as well, and continued walking with her, side-by-side.

Hermione, confused, walked a little slower. "What are you talking about?"

Ron shook his head, not looking at her. "It's nothing."

"Harry specifically made sure I knew he wouldn't be with us at all today. Tell me what's going on."

Caught, Ron continued to look in the other direction. "I'd rather not."

"Ron."

"'Mione."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Ronald Bil-"

"All right!" He scowled, finally looking at her for a brief second. "All right, all right, just give me a second." He tried not to make a show of shuffling through the papers in his arms, looking for something that Harry had given him. It was a small slip of parchment that had specific instructions. Notes that, apparently, worked with Ginny.

"Th-this weekend is Hogsmeade weekend..." He trailed off, not looking at the bushy-haired girl again.

"And?"

"And-and I was wondering..." He just couldn't seem to et a sentence out of his mouth.

"Ron."

"I was wondering... W-what if... Just you and I go? I m-mean Harry and Ginny and Seamus and Lavender... All them. They'll go like they normally do. B-but we'll go together... Like a couple...?"

Hermione stopped in her tracks. "Ron...?" She stared at him in disbelief for a few moments before nodding. "Yeah. I'd really like that." A blush was slowly creeping onto her pale skin, which was so unlike her.

With a determined smile, Ron reached his arm over her shoulder. Bending down so his breath tickled her ear, be whispered, "One more thing. If you call me Ronald one more time, I'll take away all your precious books."