'Hey Ron,' said Hermione granger shyly.
'Hey 'Mione,' said Ronald Weasley friendly.
'What you doing?'
'Homework,' he blushed.
'Have I finally rubbed off on you?'
'Nope, just want to beat Harry at it,'
'Oh,'
'What about you?'
'Oh, going to the kitchens,'
'Why?' he asked suspiciously.
'I want milk and chocolate.'
'Sounds good, hold on, and I'll come, I'm hungry.'
'When are you ever not?'
'After mum's cooking and the feasts.'
'Never mind, I'll wait,' she sighed.
'Ok, I'll be right back,' he rushed off and came back a minute later.
'Ok, we can go now.'
'Ok, your royal highness,' she laughed, and they walked out together. Ron tickled the pear, because Hermione couldn't be bothered doing it.
They walked in and dobby came up to them.
'Hello, Harry's Weazy and Miss Weazy.'
'She's Hermione granger and I'm Ron Weasley.
'Harry's Weazy,' he pointed to Ron,' and your girl,'
'She's not my girl, dobby,' Ron said sadly.
'I could be,' she thought.
'What?' said Ron surprised.
'Did I say that out loud?' she blushed.
'Um… yea, what do you mean?'
'Well, I could be if you wanted me to be.'
'Do you want-'
'To be your girl?'
'Yeah.'
'I fell in love with an idiot.'
'Dobby, could we have milk, chocolate, whipped cream, chocolate milk and strawberries to go?' he said looking at Hermione. 'Yes, sir,' and he rushed off. He came back and said, 'it's on your bed, Mr. Weazy!' and they walked back after thanking dobby, hand in hand and smirking (well, Ron was, and Hermione had a small smile on her face and was thinking what they were going to do with that food.