He couldn't believe he was doing this. Asking Fred and George advice about romance. He had lots of brothers. Five of them! So why should he ask them? He could've asked Harry, he supposed. But Harry had too much to deal with these days. He could've even asked Ginny. She was a girl. A girl who was Hermione's friend. So why was he asking Fred and George?
"Gotta start out nice and simple, Ron," Fred advised him.
"Something easy. Like flowers. Or a rubber chicken." George put in.
"Or maybe chocolate. Or beans. Baked beans. Girls still like baked beans these days, don't they George?" Fred asked.
"I believe they do, Fred" George retorted.
Ron gave up. He abandoned his brothers half-way through what seemed like their tenth fit of laughter that day.
Uh oh. Hermione was approaching him. Ok. Say something. Say something good. Something she won't shout at you for. Something-
"Yooluknicetday!" Ron blurted out.
"I'm sorry, Ron?" Hermione frowned, confused.
"Um.. Just.. You.. You look nice today." Ron blushed.
Hermione smiled. "Thank you, Ron."
Really. Who needed Fred and George anyway?
