I had this thought today, and it only took me like 15 minutes to write it out. Sorry for the lack of updates on FML and RC, but like I said, I'm busy with school (except for this) lol

Note:

1. I'm not the creator of any of these characters, only the plot

2. Don't kill me for the pairing; Sometimes Ron/Hermione can be very cute :)

Just do it! a voice screamed in Ronald Weasley's fifteen year old brain. He inconspicuously watched his best friend of five years do her homework—or so he thought.

Across the room Fred and George plotted against their little brother where words like "Polyjuice" and "Hermione" were floated around. Those who don't know the family might just brush it off at a little family fun, but they'd be wrong. Oh, no; Fred and George Weasley weren't people to be taken lightly. Not only were the twins Hogwarts' current school pranksters, they loved making Ron's life as miserable as possible... as long as they escaped their mother's wrath.

But Ron was oblivious to their plotting. He sat slouched in one of the plump armchairs near the fireplace. The fire cast odd yellowish lights across his face and orange hair, but his bright-blue eyes remain untouched by the fire as he gazed at his not-so-secret crush: Hermione Granger.

Hermione was oblivious to Ron's stare, and that was the way he wanted it, until he found the courage to reveal his feelings, that is. She was sitting on the floor at the opposite end of the coffee table from Ron. Her hair was pulled back wildly with wisps of hair sticking out at odd angles, but Ron didn't mind that at all. Her robes, on the other hand, were as pristine as when she first put them on. Never were her clothes out of order. It seemed that her perfection dropped short of her hair. One hand troubled her lip as the other held up a scroll of parchment. Her deep-brown eyes darted across the page insanely fast.

Ron drew into his thoughts once more: Just do It, now! Just stand up, walk up to her, and ask her! The Hogsmeade trip is in two days! His mind may have been telling him orders, but his body still refused. Maybe you don't have to move; just ask her where you are. Just do it now before—

Before he could convince himself, Hermione smiled and rolled up her parchment. "Done!" she announced. "Did you even start yours?" she asked Ron.

Ron looked down at his own essay and book. His book wasn't even open. "Er—I was just about to start." Do it now! "But 'Mione, I want to ask—"

"Oh, Ronald!" Hermione sighed discouragingly. "I'm not going to do it for you!"

"I wasn't—"

"I'm going up to my room so you can focus." As she said this she packed up her bag and stood.

"Wait, Hermione—"

"Goodnight, Ron!" she called as she went up the girls' stairs.

"Arg!" Ron dropped his head to his hands. Tomorrow... I'll do it tomorrow...

But his brothers had other plans.

The next night, everything was the same. Ron still sat in his chair, homework untouched as he stared at Hermione. The only difference was the twins were missing.

Just ask her, Ron! The trip is tomorrow! Okay, three...two...one—

"Hermione!" Ron's voice mingled with one behind him. Ron looked around startled, only to see George walking towards him and Hermione.

Hermione didn't even flinch until George flopped down onto the coffee table next to her. "Oh!" She flicked her eyes up to the redhead only for a moment before returning to her essay. "What do you want Fred? Or are you George?"

"Ah, 'Mione; it's me, George!" he flashed a smile.

What's he doing?! Ron's inner voice screeched.

"Alright, George, what do you want?" Surprisingly, she set her quill down and put her focus on George.

"Well, you might not know this, with your cute little nose stuck in all these old tomes, but there's a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow," again he smiled brilliantly.

Is he...FLIRTING with Hermione?! MY Hermione?!

"Oh, yeah; I almost forgot about it," she smiled shyly as a blush crept up her cheeks.

"Well, I was wondering if you'd do me the honors of going with me," his smile faltered a little. "That is, if nobody else has asked you."

"No! No," Hermione gave a pointed look towards Ron, "nobody has asked me yet."

"So that's a...?"

"Yeah, sure," Hermione smiled brightly up to George.

WHAT!?

"Brilliant," one more smile before he stood. "Well, I don't want your studies to suffer, so I'll let you finish your work."

"Oh," Hermione quickly shut her books and stood. "Well, I'm all done. Do you want to go to dinner?" George nodded and moved aside to let Hermione lead the way. As Hermione passed Ron she said, "C'ya later, Ronnie-kins!"

Ron flinched at the nickname as his face paled. "Ronnie-kins?" He heard the portrait door close behind them and nurturing a broken heart, he growled, "She's positively Slytherin."

"Who's a Slytherin?" a familiar voice asked.

Ron looked over to see Hermione just coming down from the girls' stairs. "Didn't you just leave with George...?" he faded off confused.

"No, I haven't seen George all day. I went up to my room to study after classes. Anyways, do you want to go to dinner? All that studying made me hungry."

Confused, Ron reached across the table and grabbed the parchment 'Hermione' was working on earlier. At the top, in his brother's familiar scrawl read: Fred Weasley.

"I'm going to kill those two!"

Hope all is well! :)