Ron Weasley

Ron wasn't happy when he was partnered with Zacharias Smith as his auror partner instead of Harry. It was worse when Hermione began to aide Harry and Malfoy. Those three created an odd bond that made Ron envious, even though he had a stronger one with Harry and Hermione. Ron kept trying to woo Hermione, but she kept refusing his advances.

"I just think we could work well. I don't understand why she keeps saying no," Ron was complaining one day at work.

"Have you ever thought that maybe she doesn't like you that way or is seeing someone else," Dean said. Dean Thomas was Ron and Zacharias's aide. Unbeknownst to Ron, Dean was well aware of Hermione's relationship with Draco.

"Just follow her after work," Zacharias suggested. "That's what I did to get a date with Lisa Turpin."

"Didn't she file a restraining order on you?" Dean asked.

"Semantics," he replied.

"That's a good idea," Ron said. "It's Friday after all. Everyone knows it is the only day Hermione will eat in Diagon Alley, and that new French place just opened up. Maybe I'll find her there."

Zacharias nodded in agreeance but Dean shook his head. "Bad idea, Ron. Very bad idea. Why don't you tell Hermione how you feel the next time you see her. Don't beat around the bush."

"I will," Ron promised, "Because I'll see her tonight."

Ron stood in George's storefront, peeking out to see if he could spot Hermione. "Are you sure this is a smart idea, Ron?" George asked.

"It is definitely not," Angelina added.

"Sure it is," Ron boasted. "I paid the orchestra and we are going to do a little show." He spotted Hermione entering the restaurant. "That's my cue. When you hear the cheers, you'll know I succeeded."

Unfortunately for Ron, he was faced towards Angelina and George and did not notice the blond man enter and kiss the woman he was trying to woo.

Ron straightened his robes out. "She as at the table in the third row. It is the middle table," the waiter said. "Mr. Weasley, are you sure you want and should do this?"

The orchestra gave its cue. "Wish me luck."

"Oh you need it," the waiter muttered, but Ron didn't hear him. With a little help from Zacharias earlier in the day, the two found an old wizard sonnet for Ron and the orchestra to sing and play.

Ron didn't make eye contact with Hermione's table. He couldn't fathom the look that was on her face at the moment. Her cheeks were probably tinted red with her mouth hung open, utterly speechless. Ron was spot on. He made his way to her table and took a deep breath.

"So what do you say? Will you accept my affection for you and go out with me?" Ron asked wholeheartedly.

There was a pregnant pause. "I'm going to be honest, you're not my type, Weasley," Ron's eyes popped open. "I didn't realize you actually felt anything for me. I'm flattered."

Ron made eye contact with the cheeky ferret. "Shut up, Draco," Ron's head snapped over to his left. On Malfoy's right sat Hermione. "My answer is, once again, no, Ronald. I don't see you in any way but a brotherly one."

"What's he doing here?" Ron sputtered, pointing accusingly at Malfoy. Hermione mumbled something. Ron didn't understand her.

"You'll have to speak louder, Granger. Weasels are hard hearing, you know," Malfoy snickered.

Hermione huffed and glared at Malfoy. "This prat and I are on a date, Ron; however, I don't know if there will be another one." She directed that last part to her date.

Malfoy kissed her cheek, making Ron blanched in disgust. "This is our seventeenth date, Granger. If you haven't end this yet, it won't be ending until one of us croaks."

Hermione looked at him surprised. Ron felt as if he was going to be sick. "I'm just going to leave. We'll talk about this Sunday at brunch, Hermione," Ron dashed for the door, only hearing the faint chatter of Malfoy trying to convince his date to file a restraining order as a joke.

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