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Ron was sitting on the couch beside Harry in the burrow, waiting for Ginny (who was on a special shopping date with Fleur) to come home. They were both listening to George's ranting about Angelina Johnson, his girlfriend.

"I mean, Christmas is in two weeks!" He complained. "I really want to ask her, but I have no idea how!"

"You mean you have no idea when or where," Ron corrected, "You have your proposal plans written out on a piece of paper beside your desk, I saw it."

George smiled sheepishly. "Yea, I guess you're right. I really wish Fred were here, he sure could help." George looked sadly at the ground.

"No, he wouldn't," Harry corrected, "Fred and you were always quarreling about who would date Angelina first."

"Ok, ok, enough about me," George tried to change the topic. "I know you're planning to propose to my SISTER," he pointed an accusing finger at Harry, "And you, Ron, you're pretty sure you want to start planning to propose to Hermione." George finished, clearly waiting for some help on the matter.

Ron laughed. "I didn't know my older brother would ever ask for my advice on girls," he laughed, "And anyhow, as you said, I'm only starting to plan. I, um, to tell you the truth," Harry cut him off dully, "Both of us have the same problem. Worse really, we don't even know where to begin."

Charlie, who also happened to be in the room (but was excluded from the conversation because he had no intention of ever getting a girlfriend and also because he was reading a book) was getting bored.

"Why don't you just ask Mom or Dad?" he asked, "Dad's done it before, and I know Mom's going to be very excited about planning something out for all three of you. I mean, you could ask Bill too. If you want advice, go for someone who can give it."

Ron, Harry, and George looked at him blankly. "Yea right," Ron said.

"No, actually, come to think of it, he's got a point," Harry considered.

"Let's save that for a last resort," George said wisely.

Ron scrunched up his forehead. "You know, it doesn't sound like a bad idea after all," he said, "Dad and Bill HAVE done it before, we might be able to benefit from their experience." He got up and headed toward the door.

"Hey, didn't I say we should save it for a last resort?" George said franticly.

"We sort of are on our last resorts mate," Harry reminded.

"Well, uh, I guess you're right." George gave in.

Ron opened the door and started to find his mother, Mrs. Weasley, at the door, standing over him triumphantly.

"I heard every word you said," she said proudly, "See?" She walked to the center of the room and pulled an extendable ear off the ceiling fan. "It runs to the kitchen. Oh, and it doesn't really matter what you've decided, because Arthur and I are going to help."

"Huh?" came a muffled voice from the kitchen. Arthur came in with a handful of cookies.

"You are going to talk to the boys. They're going to propose on Christmas," Mrs. Weasley ordered. "You help them figure out what to say, I'll figure out when they are going to do it and where." Mrs. Weasley sat down on the couch and gestured for Arthur to sit beside her.

"We'd better plan Ginny while she's gone, don't you think?" she said happily. "Do you want to hand her the ring, give it to her as a Christmas present, have her mysteriously find it, or did you have something else in mind Harry?" she asked politely.

"Um, I actually have no idea," he said truthfully. "But I think I'll hand her the ring."

Suddenly, the door opened.

"I'm home guys!" Ginny sang.

"Quick, Ron, go stall!" Mrs. Weasley hissed, then said in a loud voice "Well Arthur, where do you think we should put the tree?"

Ron caught the message and rushed out to keep Ginny away. Ginny was carrying a huge parcel of clothing and several bags of other stuff.

"Ginny?" Ron asked. "Can I ask you something?"

"You can't see this," she said hurriedly, when she saw Ron. She desperately pulled out a blue bag and sat on it. "Ok, safe now. What did you want? Make it quick."

"Um, well, I, uh, you see," Ron tried to figure out something to ask.

Ginny sighed. "I already know what you're going to ask about," she said smoothly.

"You do?" Ron asked, startled.

"Of course. You only stutter like that when it has something to do with Hermione. I'm a girl, I should give better judgment on things, so you've come to ask my help on something. Well, fire away."

Ron thought a moment. What could he ask Ginny for help on? Then he struck an idea. "I'm um, well, I'm proposing to Hermione this Christmas," he said.

"Brilliant!" Ginny said gleefully. "How're you going to do it?"

"That's the problem," Ron said, warming up to his plan, "I don't know how I should propose."

Ginny stared at the ceiling thoughtfully. Suddenly her face lighted up. "I know!" she almost yelled, "Give it to her in a cookie!"

"A cookie?" Ron asked, confused.

"Bake the engagement ring into the cookie and give the cookie to Hermione!"

Ron thought. That wasn't a bad idea. That was a very good idea. In fact, that was a brilliant idea!

"Ginny, you're a genius," he said earnestly. "Do you need help carrying your stuff upstairs?"

Ginny snarled at him. "You just want to find out what I got you for Christmas. Go away, I have to do this by myself."

Ron obediently walked back into the den where Harry was looking very excited and George was going into very elaborate detail about his plans for his proposal. This was going to be a very good Christmas. That is, if Hermione accepted.


Author's Notes: I have the next chapters written already, just give me some time to upload them. Review, and tell me what you liked and didn't like please. If you don't, I'll never become a better writer! Just think how sad that would be...