Chapter 1: The Preparations
So here's what happens when Ron is left to fend for himself on a real muggle date.
Hope you like.
Ronald Weasley was standing in the living room of the Burrow occupied in front of the mirror, brow furrowed, and tongue poking between his teeth in a look of deep concentration that even his most difficult Hogwarts class couldn't inspire.
It was partly due to this unusual level of concentration, as he parted his hair, that he didn't hear two voices whispering behind him, from a direction that looked suspiciously as though it came from behind a large sofa.
None other than Fred and George Weasley were hiding behind the sofa in question, each wearing their nastiest grin.
"I wonder when he will notice."
"Probably when it tries to eat his date," George answered.
They were still snickering silently when Ginny came down the stairs and spotted them. They straightened up and disappeared into the kitchen, casting one last nefarious glance in the direction of the corsage lying innocuously on the table near the door.
"If you stare at yourself any harder, Ron, I think you might sprout a few new freckles," Ginny said, laughingly,
"C'mon, Hermione has seen you before. Don't forget that. Just because you two are finally going on a date doesn't mean you need do something as drastic as changing your part."
Ron blushed and put the comb down.
"That's better. You were starting to remind me of Lockheart and I caught him trying to see his reflection in the top of a jar of marmalade!"
"Ginny, are you going to sit there helping or would you like to tell me if I look like a muggle," Ron said.
"I think so. I mean, at least you aren't wearing a flowered nightdress or something."
She paused, grinning,
"But I think you should ditch the top hat, Ron."
Ron took the ridiculous thing off of his head, he had spent all of yesterday afternoon searching for it in the attic, and mumbled something that sounded like 'Fred and George' under his breath.
"Well, you'd better hurry, mum is waiting in the kitchen to take you," Ginny said as she sat back down on the couch, looking utterly bored.
"Alright, see you later then."
Ron looked positively ill as he picked up his bouquet and corsage off of the table which he was planning on giving to Hermione.
By the time Ron had made the short walk to the kitchen, Ron had a look of terror in his eyes that paralleled that of a prisoner being led to the guillotine or the firing squad.
The latter was almost true. As he entered the kitchen he was greeted by several big flashes and large puffs as Mrs. Weasley took a least a dozen pictures of Ron walking in the room, turning sideways, glaring at Fred and George (who were sitting at the kitchen table besides themselves with laughter), and finally, one of Ron's hand as he finally managed to wrestle the camera from a teary-eyed Mrs. Weasley.
"My little Ronnie-poo. Going on his first date!" Mrs. Weasley cooed, clapping Ron into a hug that Ron was sure had ruined his newly parted hair.
"Muuuum!" Ron shouted in disgust but it was absolutely no good. Ron refused to look in the twins direction, from which issued several gurgling noises and guffaws.
"Yeah, icky-Ronnie, don't forget to give Hermione the lovely corsage your mummy has put together." Fred cooed, in a very good imitation of Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh and don't forget to treat your lady right. Be a gentleman. None of this!" George ordered severely, grabbing Fred from behind and groping the front of his shirt.
"That's enough!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, rounding on the two, only to find them mimicking kissing noises on their hands.
"Out! The both of you! I suggest you busy yourself with something soon otherwise I will do it for you. I have a whole list of chores that need to be done you know." Mrs. Weasley's threat of work managed to get the twins to disapperate into their rooms, although their laughter still echoed down the stairs.
"Ready, dear?" Mrs. Weasley said looking at her son.
"Yup," Ron said, rather dispiritedly.
He had been looking forward to seeing Hermione again, not to mention being on a date with her (alone!), but he had had so much advice from
his father ("Don't forget to walk her to the door."),
and mother ("Do remember to present yourself nicely to her parents."),
from Bill ("Turn on some of the ol' Weasley charm and you'll be set."),
a large wink from Charlie,
a complete list of possible date ideas from Percy, ("The wax museum and planetarium are nice. Or, if you prefer something a little more adventurous, there always is the arboretum…"),
and even from Ginny, ("Now, Ron, I have spoken with Hermione and she is really looking forward to this so you had better not screw this up!"). Although Ginny's really was more of a threat than anything, which Ron didn't find helpful in the least.
And a whole slew of ideas and suggestions from the twins, whose advice he had long since learned to ignore, the reason for which could be illustrated by the top hat fiasco, only moments before.
With all of these things floating around in his mind, Ron latched onto his mother's arm and disapperated alongside her moments later as his body swirled and twisted about just as much as his thoughts. Ron landed on a street in a muggle neighborhood and managed to keep his footing.
"Ronnie, would you like me to co--"
"No. Please don't come in mum. Please."
"Alright. Have fun. I'll be back for you in a few hours."
Mrs. Weasley heaved a sigh and disapperated with one final look at Ron and a loud sniff.
Now Ron looked up and Down Hermione's street. It looked very nice indeed.
All the houses were white and square, with small gardens in front and pathways leading up to the-
Ron's stomach suddenly dropped. Which house was Hermione's? He had completely forgotten to check the number. She had written it down for him several times, but in all of his panic about the date he had forgotten what it was.
Standing alone in the middle of a strange muggle street holding a highly unique bouquet and a corsage when you were supposed to be on your first date really wasn't the ideal situation Ron had envisioned.
Suddenly, the only thing in the world Ron Weasley wanted was his mummy.
Okay. I hope you liked it. I have loads-- LOADS of ideas for following chappies so don't be too harsh…not just quite yet anyway! Review and I'll luv ya for always!
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