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This Means War

I grabbed his hand and led him downstairs to the kitchen.

"What are we doing here?" he questioned, laughing. I let go of his hand and grabbed the ingredients I wanted: eggs, flour, milk…

Setting those ingredients out, I explained "We're going to go save Harry tonight, right? So, let's bake a cake for Harry! His birthday was during the summer, and I feel horrible that we never get to celebrate it each year." Ron chuckled. "What's so funny?"

"Well," he started, "I find it highly amusing that you believe I have the ability to bake a cake." He laughed. "I've only eaten cakes, never mind baked one."

"Well then, I'll teach you." I turned around to grab a large bowl.

"Maybe I'll teach you." I heard Ron say. That startled me, so I grabbed a bowl and turned around, placing it on the table. I filled it with flour.

"And how will you accomplish that, might I ask?" I questioned, smirking. Ron reached over and grabbed a handful of flour, grinning. My eyes grew wide.

He has to be joking… right?

"Ron, don't you dare…" He lifted it above his head, ready to throw it at me. "Ronald!" I screamed while he threw flour at my face. Oh, it's so on now; this means war.

He was laughing hysterically, not ready for how I was going to rebound to his 'attack'. I grabbed the big bowl, smiling innocently. He instantly stopped laughing, mouth agape.

"Hermione, now let's not get too caught up with this battle." He warned me, in a serious voice. I set the bowl down and shook my head.

"You know I couldn't do that…" I stepped towards him, batting my eyes. I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, stepping closer and closer to him. We were inches apart and I took my hand away from my hair, and knotted it into his. His eyes were glossed over, staring at me. I pushed the thought of this moment turning into a serious, deep situation to the back of my mind, and quickly pushed his face into the bowl of flour, leaping to the other side of the room before he could catch me. When his head lifted from the bowl, it stuck to his head, making flour cover his whole body; causing me to burst into laughter.

He got the bowl off his head and placed it on the table. His face and body was completely covered with flour, and he was wearing a sarcastic smile.

"Laughing, eh? Why don't you come over here and give me a hug…" he started towards me.

"Oh, no you don't." I took a couple steps backwards towards the door.

"Oi, come on. I won't bite you." He came closer, but then stopped mid-tracks. "Okay, so maybe I will." He smirked, and then continued towards me, walking a tad faster.

I hit the door walking backwards.

"Ha. I've got you now!" He ran towards me. In the nick of time, I opened the door practically slamming his face and ran towards the chicken coop. "Now you're in for it!" I heard from behind me, the door opening and closing. I was running as fast as I possibly could, laughing. When I got outside the coop, I was panting from the laughter and running put together.

I turned around and Ron came flying at me, knocking me down into a pile of hay, smothering me with hugs.

"Ron!" I laughed. He was looking down at me, howling with amusement.

"Yes?" He smiled crookedly.

"You forgot something." I said, smiling. He gave me a questioning look, and I started to tickle his waist. He instantaneously rolled over beside me, laughing uncontrollably and I tickled him more. We were both tickling each other, and were soon out of breath.

We rested there, gasping for breath, staring at each other; utterly filthy with flour and mud.

I noticed a few pieces of hay in his hair. I impulsively reached over and unknotted them, taking them out piece by piece. When finished, I played with his hair. His eyes closed, and a moan of pleasure escaped his lips.

I giggled, "You like that?" He opened his eyes slowly, still taking in my massage. A small grin was placed on his face.

"Oh, you don't know how much." He exclaimed, flattering me. "Really." I hadn't noticed I stopped until he moved into my hand, as if to carry on. I started to twist my fingers into his hair, again, and started to massage. He closed his eyes. "Hermione?"

"Yes, Ron?"

"I think you might be the most amazing girl on the planet," he said, eyes still closed, blushing, "and whichever guy you end up with will be the luckiest man on the planet. If he dares to try and hurt you, he'll end up with a lot more than a bloody nose." He snickered, but soon turned serious.

My heart just skipped a beat.

"Well, guess what?" I smiled. His eyes opened.

"Hmm?"

Ron's Point of View

"Whichever girl you end up with will need to know how to cook." She laughed, winking. "But seriously; if any girl ever mistreats you… I don't know how I could possibly deal with that." I gave her a questioning look, and she continued "I mean, of course there would be a fairly large cat fight," she giggled, "but I would feel totally and utterly useless." She looked away from my gaze with sad eyes.

My heart just tightened.

"'Mione, look at me." She didn't look at me right away, but she eventually met my eyes, "You could never be useless. Please, understand that." She nodded, but her eyes told she was dazed, saddened.

"Hermione! Ronald! What did you do to my kitchen?" my mother's voice yelled from the burrow.

"Shit." We said simultaneously, looking at one another.

Hermione grabbed her wand, pointed it towards a broom, flicked her wrist and said "Wingardium Leviosa." She pointed it towards the house. "Scourgify." It got up and floated to the house, through the door. A couple seconds later, it came back with a dust pan full of white flour.

"Thank you!" my mom shouted in return. We both chuckled - Hermione's more of a giggle. I got up and extended a hand, which she took. We got up and started to walk together.

"So, I guess that cake really won't be made." I smiled. She looked up and me and laughed.

"Well, I guess not." She said, smiling.

"But we still need to rescue him. How are we gonna do that?" I questioned.

"I really don't have any ideas at the moment, but I'm sure we'll come up with something. It's only…" She trailed off, looking at her watch, "2:30."

"Day is half up already? Damn." And then I remembered something, "Do you think we can go to the house. I need to pack my trunk."

"You still haven't done that? Ronald…" I knew she was mad at me; every time she uses my full name, she's either extremely happy or past the point of annoyance with me.

"Sorry, I know." I felt like shit; but I didn't know she would be coming. It's not one hundred percent my fault; just… seventy five percent my fault.

When we got to the burrow and went upstairs to my room, I grabbed my trunk and threw it on my bed. I grabbed my Hogwarts robes and put them in. Hermione looked through my bookcase for the books that were needed for these next two semesters and I took that opportunity to shove all my boxers in there as well. She turned around with the books in her hand when I was just grabbing a pair of boxers.

"Nice Superman boxers." She said, blushing. I laughed, but also felt my face flush. She placed the books on the bed, took the boxers out of my hand and folded them. She then placed them in the trunk along with all the books. I smiled. Words can't describe how I feel for this girl.

She walked over to my dressers and grabbed a couple outfits in 'muggle clothes', placing them in the trunk. She also grabbed my Batman boxers, folded them and put them away. "How many super hero boxers do you really have?" she asked, laughing.

"Multiple, actually. I have Spiderman and The Hulk as well." I said, smiling. She laughed some more, and placed my hummer cologne in the trunk. I raised one eyebrow.

"Okay, so maybe I like the smell…" She exclaimed, a shy smile on her face. I chuckled at the thought of my scent being attractive to her. I looked around and noticed that mum put her stuff in my room. She seemed to have noticed as well, because she grabbed her mini suitcase and placed it on my bed. She opened it, and there seemed to have been millions of books in there. She must have used a spell – that was unknown to me – to expand the inside of her bag.

But I noticed something in the bag that looks as if it was suppose to be hidden under a book or two. But when I really noticed it, and not just the color, my eyes widened.

It was a pair of … hello kitty panties? My face flushed. They were zebra print - black and white - and 'cheeky', with a signature hello kitty light pink bow.

She noticed them, so I quickly looked away. She looked over to me to see if I noticed them or not, and I gave her a questioning look.

"Nothing; don't worry." She quickly positioned the book over top of the thong-like underwear and it couldn't be seen again. She turned to me, "why is your face pink?"

I looked down, as if that would help.

"You… saw…"

"Nope. I saw nothing." I awkwardly said, blushing a deeper pink. She, also, instantly became a light pink.

"We don't speak of that." She laughed lightly, trying to cover up her humiliation. I gave her a hug.

"Hey," I comforted, "they're really cute, anyways." She laughed and slapped my arm playfully. "You hungry?"

"Not really, just tired." She said, zipping up her bag. She beamed up at me, making my heart jump. I looked at the time and noticed that we've spent almost three hours in my room. The sun was setting and dinner was probably soon.

"Dinner is probably going to be really soon, but if you want to sleep now, that's fine by me. I'm actually quite tired myself." I laughed.

"I'm not that tired. Let's go downstairs and help your mum."

The whole family was sitting around the table. Hermione and I just finished going through how we were to rescue Harry tonight, and everyone seemed excited.

"So, Mum, where is Hermione gonna sleep tonight?" Ginny asked.

Ginny, why do you always have to ruin my fun? If it went un-noticed, we could've been able to sleep together.
It's not that I want to 'do it' with Hermione in that sense, but it would be just sensational to fall asleep together. It's romantic, in an innocent way.

"Oh! I completely forgot about that. Thank you, Sweet. Hermione, a room will be made for you when you get back from rescuing Harry." My mother smiled, Ginny giggling. "Oh, and for Harry, too." Let's just say that Ginny's smile soon dropped.

"Good. If you make 'Mione go to a new room, so should Harry." I said, smirking at Ginny.

You see, Ginny likes Harry, and Harry certainly likes her back, but they still haven't gotten the guts to tell each other yet. I can't say anything, really; seeing as I haven't told Hermione my feelings towards her, but still.

"That was simply delightful, ." Hermione smiled warmly. When everyone was done, Mum flicked her wand and everything disappeared off the table.

We grabbed both our broomsticks, and the plan to rescue Harry began.

Q & A!

Question from MINA: "I fell in love with this chapter! but that's between when? anyway, lovin' it"

Answer: Well, it's not really in between any books. It's AU (Alternate Universe) meaning that it doesn't take place in/in between any books.
In case you're wondering, in the first chapter it says that they've already saved Harry from his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia for the past three years. That tells us that they're in their fifth year at Hogwarts (how could you rescue someone if you don't know them?). This means that they are typically fifteen to sixteen years of age.
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"Have you told him yet?" Ginny asked me.

"Have you told him yet?" I questioned her back. But I wasn't talking about Ron, I was talking about Harry.

"It's not as simple as it looks." She explained, sighing.

"Tell me about it."