Disclaimer: Sorry girls, Ron's cute butt is mine. Haha! Just kidding, J.K Rowling owns Ron's cute butt. Curse you, Rowling.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys! I guess I should have specified in my last chapter that this is NOT a one-shot! Too short for one, eh? Hehe.

Anyway, this is mostly in Ron's POV.

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Ron sighed as he looked out the window in front of him in which the early stages of sunrise shone through. The Burrow was quiet as everyone was still sleeping in their beds. The night before was exasperating for him as he thought of the events that would happen soon after the wedding. 'What will happen to us? What if I have to sacrifice myself? Or Hermione and Ginny?' he thought. 'And…how am I supposed to tell Mum and Dad?'

"Ron?" Hermione called out from the kitchen. Ron jumped in surprise.

"H-Hermione?" Ron answered with sudden fear in his voice. "What're you doing down here so early?"

"I should be asking you the exact same question, Ronald." she said with a frown. "What's on you're mind?"

Ron looked up from the armchair he was sitting, watching as Hermione walked up slowly to the chair next to him and sitting down. She was wearing her new green night robes Mrs. Weasley had bought her and had her tangled hair tied up in a makeshift ponytail. Her chestnut brown eyes showed a look of concern.

"Erm…thinking, I guess." Ron said.

"Thinking about what?" Hermione said in a low voice.

"What's going to happen…"Ron trailed on. "The battle with…um…"

"Voldemort." Hermione finished and, much to her annoyance, Ron winced at the sound of his name. "Oh, get over it, honestly Ron."

"Sorry, it's just a…a habit." Ron said tiredly. "Growing up I was told never to say his name."

Hermione didn't say anything after that and instead looked out the window. The sun had risen just a bit more when Mrs. Weasley came down to make breakfast. She looked at the two in surprise.

"Didn't expect you two to be down here so early." she said in a tired voice. "Both of you should go back to bed. Oh, by the way, I owled Harry a while ago and he said he'd come tomorrow or the day after."

"Wow, didn't expect him to come so soon." Hermione said.

"I'm not surprised." Ron said gruffly. "Probably can't stand the likes of those bloody Muggles."

"Don't be rude, Ronald." Mrs. Weasley snapped. "Both of you, off to bed!"

"But, Mum…" Ron started.

"To BED Ronald." Mrs. Weasley commanded.

Ron and Hermione hurried up the stairs and stopped at the top where Ron and Ginny's rooms were. They looked at each other for a minute until Hermione finally spoke.

"Ron?" she asked quietly. She didn't want Mrs. Weasley to know they were still awake.

"Yeah?" Ron answered back equally quiet.

"Don't worry about it right now, okay?" she said, smiling. "We have to be happy…for Harry…for us."

Before Ron had time to open his mouth, Hermione was already turning around and entering Ginny's open room. He heard his sister's giggles through the doorway as the door close, as well as Hermione hissing 'Oh, shut up!' and then it was silent. Ron, slightly pink in the ears, sighed and set out for his room as well. Pig was twittering noisily in his cage and Ron swore at him and covered the cage with a towel.

He sighed again. 'For us, eh?' he thought 'What did she mean?' As soon as Pigwidgeon finally quieted, Ron fell back on his bed, apparently tired now. 'Right now…I guess I should listen to her and be…happy.' He grinned and looked at the blank ceiling above and eventually, he fell asleep dreaming about Quidditch and spiders-

"SPIDERS?!" Ron cried out. He grabbed at his night robes, looking for potential spiders crawling up and into his mouth. There was nothing there and when he looked up, he jumped in surprise to see a familiar face.

"Hullo to you too, mate" Harry grinned. "Been fighting them spiders, eh?"

"Harry?" Ron said, rubbing his eyes. "Why're you here so early in the morning?"

"It's noon, Ron." a voice said from the doorway.

The two turned and looked at the direction where the voice had spoken. Hermione had already gotten ready and was wearing a pink camisole and capri shorts and was looking at the two in surprise. Ginny was standing at the doorway too, avoiding Harry's eye and instead looked at his feet.

"Harry!" Hermione said, beaming. "I didn't know you were here!"

"I apparated up here." Harry grinned back as Hermione walked up to hug him. "Wanted to surprise Ron here, but it seems I didn't have to do any work."

"Ronald Weasley what's with all the ruck- Harry!" Mrs. Weasley squealed in surprise. "I didn't see you come through the doorway! You must've gotten skinnier…oh dear, let's get you something to eat!"

The four followed Mrs. Weasley sluggishly down the stairs and into the kitchen which smelled of freshly baked bread. Hermione took her seat in between Harry and Ginny, apparently sensing the tension between the two. Ron, of course, didn't notice anything and helped himself to toast and butter.

"Where's everyone?" Harry asked. "Isn't Bill and Fleur's wedding in two weeks?"

"Uh-" Ron opened his mouth to speak and wet crumbs spewed from his mouth.

"Oh please Ron, don't talk while you're chewing." Hermione said and scowled at him. She rolled her eyes. "Boys are so barbaric…"

"Bill are Fleur...they want to prepare the wedding themselves." Mrs. Weasley said darkly. "Without my…help." Everyone winced as she started chopping a nearby onion violently using her wand.

"She's been taking it really hard." Ron mumbled to Harry quietly. "She reckons they'll just waste our money on fancy stuff."

"Yes, that sounds much like Ms. Fleur Delacour." Hermione said sharply. "With her perfect teeth and hair…she just cannot appreciate the simple things in life, can she?"

Ron looked at her in confusion. Fleur wasn't anything at all like Hermione described her to be. Along with her perfect teeth and hair, she had a perfect body too along with that cute French accent which attracted him to her the most-

"Ron?!" Hermione said, waving her hand in front of his dazed face. "Where you even listening to a word we've said?"

"H-Huh?" Ron stuttered.

"We want to go for a swim, mate" Harry said, grinning. He looked at Ginny. "You can come too, Gin."

"I'll pass, thanks." Ginny said coldly and started up to her room.

Harry looked at his food, his grin turning into a frown. His green eyes didn't have the same twinkle as they usually did.

Ron gritted his teeth. 'Why doesn't he go talk to her, bloody git!' he thought furiously. A hand cupped his shoulder. He looked over to see Hermione smiling sadly. Finally, the trio set off to get changed into their swimsuits reluctantly, as if things were going to get any better.

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Yay, swimming scene next chapter! Swimmingswimsuits. Bwuhahaha. I finished two chapters in one day! I'm so happy. R&R guys, I love your reviews!