A/N: Alright people, I really truly am sorry that this is so late in coming. I made a goal that I would update all my stories before March break. It is now summer vacation. Seriously, for the most part it was just laziness on my behalf. Anyways, I suppose I really want this story finished, I just didn't have the motivation to write it. And we all know how well that works. But it's finally done, so I hope you enjoy. Keep in mind; I'm still taking requests for really corny pick up lines. Just the stupidest, cheesiest ones you can think of.

Disclaimer: It came to my attention that my previous disclaimer, I think it was the one I did on pranks lead to love, was lacking it's usual pizzazz. So this time, just to make sure I had an interesting disclaimer, I decided to steal the rights to Harry Potter. That's right, for a second there I owned Harry Potter! Of course, now I'm writing this from my jail cell. It's not too bad actually, all it needs is less metal furniture, and maybe a new paint job. Anyways, I guess for the moment I do not own Harry Potter. But believe you me, it will happen one day. Y'hear J.K Rowling? One day it shall be mine! MINE! ... I'm sorry what's that? You're moving me to the mental institution?

Really, our bumbling idiot of a red head, should have been a little bit more careful. Maybe he should have thought through each line before saying them out loud. But Ron had faith in his older brothers. When had they ever steered him wrong?I mean aside from the time they completely humiliated him in front of the girl he'd had a crush on in second year by sending her a letter that had Ron's magnified voice shouting out his confession of love and affection. And then there was the time in fourth year when they'd told him that in order to really attract the ladies he'd have to start thinking of ways to propose and list them off to a girl before asking her out and asking which one they'd prefer. And then there was-

Anyways, that's beside the point. The point is Fred and George could for the most part be trusted in matters of love. They seemed to be doing just fine themselves, so why shouldn't they be able to help Ron himself out? I mean aside from the fact that they were his older brothers and had made it their life's goal to humiliate him ever since he was born. But, seriously, would they really want to embarrass him in front of Hermione, the girl they knew he was head over heels for?

If you're looking for and answer to that question, I can give you one. What the Weasley twins would have said was a flat out 'hell yeah!' the mischievous twins didn't want to terrorize their brothers love life, they just wanted to give him a little push in the right direction, with entertainment benefits for them, of course.

And since we're getting opinions, should we ask Hermione, she would be somewhat flabbergasted at her crush's strange behavior. She blushed furiously, as she walked into her small apartment. Just thinking about that crazy line he'd said was enough to make her skin turn a lovely hue of pink. I suppose it was mostly because of the fact that Ron hadn't even known what it'd meant when he'd said it. Our resident book worm plopped herself down on her old brown couch dejectedly. She could only hope that one day, her wonderful idiot of a man would return her feelings. And maybe do it with the least amount of pain on her part. The red head wasn't exactly the most sensitive person on the face of the planet, if you catch my drift.

And now it's time to progress this story. We'll come across Ron Weasley walking back to his own flat. His older brothers had let him work at their store, but actually living there was where they drew the line. Seeing as he couldn't possibly live with his mother, although she had offered multiple times, he had rented his own little place in Diagon Alley. It wasn't much, but for now it was home.

With a sigh he plopped himself exasperatedly down at his kitchen table, almost wishing he was living with his mum, just so he would be welcomed home with a smile and a home cooked meal. Imagining his mother's delicious pot roast, he pulled a small pack of noodles he had bought at one of those muggle grocery stores he found quite interesting. The noodles were packaged in a yellow plastic wrapper, which Ron had a bit of trouble opening, but after a quick volley of about six spells, including incendio, he finally managed to get the stupid thing burned to a crisp but open nonetheless.

One would think that after living with Molly Weasley for a good half of his life, he would have picked up a few spells for housework, namely cooking spells. Unfortunately this was not the case. The red head stared blankly at the chunk of dry noodles that was slightly blackened around some of the edges. He honestly had no idea what to do next. Picking up the block, he tentatively attempted to gnaw on one of the corners only receiving a loud crunch and a few pieces of dry, flavorless noodles. Ron glanced at the mostly destroyed packaging and looked at the picture of the noodles on the front, steaming and soft, looking rich with flavor. Something wasn't quite right.

He thought about calling his mother, but decided against it, because she would probably give him a million different spells that could work, and he'd never get to his food. Besides, he really wasn't in the mood to have his ears talked off.

And so Ron called the next best person: Hermione. Of course! She'd know exactly how to cook these stupid noodles. He pulled out the little fellytone thingy that Hermione had told him to use when he wanted to get a hold of her. Apparently she was tired of being scared to death as men walked through her fireplace while she was busy with things. Eventually after much fumbling, he managed to find Hermione's phone number and heard the ring in his ear. Finally a click and Hermione's voice came through the speaker on his end.

"Hello?"

"Hey 'Mione?"

"Ron?"

"Yeah," he laughed nervously, before continuing.

"Listen, do you know any spells for cooking those little packaged noodles?"

"Ron, noodles aren't real supper. At least those kinds aren't. You need something else too," she sighed on the other end.

"You know what? I'm going to come over there and make you some food, okay?"

"Uhhhhhh..."

"Close your mouth Ron, it's not very becoming of you." Ron laughed, while wondering at the same time if she was psychic for the hundredth time.

"I'll be over there in a couple if seconds, try not to set anything on fire before I get there."

With that, she hung up and Ron went back into the kitchen to sit and poke at the hard noodles. Just a few seconds later, he heard a loud crack in the living room, and in walked Hermione just as she had promised.

"So where are those noodles?" she asked, ready to get to it. Ron pushed the dry block of noodles towards her looking down, expecting to be scolded for massacring his supper. When none came he looked up curiously to see what she was waiting for. Instead of seeing her exasperated look of irritation, he found she was covering her mouth, doubled over in silent laughter.

"What's so funny?" he asked indignantly. He didn't understand what was at all entertaining about his continuing lack of supper.

"These things are, like, the easiest type of food to cook in the muggle world. I knew how to make them by the time I turned six." She continued to giggle as she sat down at the small table across from her friend. He looked mildly annoyed, but couldn't help smiling slightly at the girl's laughter. Finally she managed to control herself enough to talk to Ron, but the look of amusement still sparkled in her eyes.

"You do realize that there are instructions right on the back of the wrapper," she questioned dryly. Ron ran his hand through his hair embarrassedly.

"That's the thing, I couldn't read it."

"Why ever not?" she questioned surprised. Ron was clueless at times but he could a least read. She thought...

"Well, you see, a little bit of damage was done to it when I tried to get it open." he shuffled sheepishly.

"Ron, let me see the package."

"I really don't think that's a good-"

"Ron. Give. Me. The. Packaging." She used the stern tone she reserved especially for occasions like these. It always worked on Ron, the cause being: she scared him like hell whenever she used it.

Ron stood up and walked over to the garbage can, where the massacred noodle wrapper lay in a disarray. He brought it over to the waiting brunette and placed it tentatively in front of her as he sat down .

Her eyebrow raised in amusement once again. She examined the back of the wrapper looking for any clue that there was once words on the back. As Ron had previously said, it was impossible to make heads or tails of the mess.

"What on earth did you do to this?" she asked in amazement.

"Just tried a few spells on it..."

"Which ones did you use," she inquired, genuinely curious.

Ron coughed awkwardly before listing off he spells he had used.

"I started with incendio, but the thing just caught on fire, so I decided to use some water to put it out. That made it soggy, but I figured that would be okay. Then I used Sectumsempra, but the noodles have no blood so that really didn't do anything. Then I tried Alohamora-"

"You used Alohamora to get food packaging open?" she interrupted. Ron just shrugged.

"I figured it was worth a try." Hermione sighed, as Ron continued.

"And then I tried expelliarmus, but that didn't really do anything either."

"How did you end up getting it open then?"

Ron shifted nervously, not sure if he should explain.

"Ron."

He mumbled something incoherent underneath his breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I used the killing curse..." he muttered a little bit more audibly. Hermione's eyebrows shot up even further.

"You used an unforgivable curse on a package of noodles?"

"...Yes?"

Hermione sighed and shook her head. Only Ron.

"You do realize that's illegal right?" she asked, still somewhat stunned and waiting for and explanation of his stupidity.

"I was getting angry with it..." he muttered indignantly. He was starting to regret telling her. Then again, if he had refused to explain, she probably would have murdered him anyways.

"So when you get angry with things you Avada them?"

A smile was hidden in the corners of her mouth, masking her amusement. Ron saw it and blushed with shame.

"Not usually..."

"Ron, how many times have you sent a killing curse at an inanimate object?"

"...nine," he muttered ashamedly. "But I thought you were here to help me fix it, not criticize me for killing it," he whined. Hermione shook her head, a small smile still present on her lips.

"Alright, Alright." With that she stood up from the table and walked into the kitchen, wearying through the pantries for food that was actually edible.

Ron sat at his small table, seeing a clear view of his love working in his kitchen. As he sat there watching her move through the kitchen with a confidence he had only ever seen in his mother, he came upon an idea. Now in his mind, it was quite a grand idea. Wouldn't it be perfect if he used one of his totally amazing pick up lines?Readers, please don't answer that, we have to let the protagonist sort this out himself.

The answer that he found was a dead 'Yes!'. So it was decided. From that point, Ron pulled out his scrap of paper and read it over looking for the best one. He decided to stick to the pattern and just go in order. He glanced at number two. It was a mouth full to say, but he was confident that it would work. He just had to get it right.

Hermione glanced at the red head's face, scrunched in concentration as he stared at the piece of paper in his hand. The look on his face was quite intense, and she could see his jaw moving, as though he was reciting something silently. She pondered what on earth he could be reading, but at the end of the day, the brightest with of her age couldn't even figure out Ronald Weasley. Of course that only made her even more suspicious than before.

Ron looked up, trying to decide when the best time to spring it on her would be. As his gaze skimmed the room, as it often did as he was trying to think, his eyes met Hermione's. The look in her eyes was the same she always used when writing intensely. She did it often enough that Ron had it completely memorized it. It also helped that he had a bit of a habit of staring at her for long periods of time.

Anyways, as their eyes met, it was one of those moments. When that little thought just pops into your brain like that. And without even thinking about it, you just say it out loud. It's a cross between a 'Eureka!' moment and a momentary lapse of judgement. So, sadly, I must say, that Ron chose this moment to botch up- sorry, I mean master his perfect pick up line. With a cocky smirk, which looked totally out of place on his face, he said it, lowering his voice a couple pitches, attempting to sound a little bit more seductive.

"Hey." Hermione gave a confused smile before he continued.

"I noticed you noticing you- uh, me, and I wanted to give you notice that you- I- Noticed- Ummmmmm... You!" he finished with a flourish. Not too bad Weasley, Not bad a all.

Then why was Hermione giving him that look again? You know the one like she thinks you've finally lost it? Yeah that one.

She shook her head, either trying to clear her head of the undying love and affections she felt, or trying to rid herself of his stupidity, depending on whose point of view you were looking at. For the sake of Ron's ego, we'll pretend it was the former.

"Ron come and get your food," she said briskly, feeling quite awkward at his attempt of being sexy.

Odd, she didn't seem horribly affected by the amazing powers of Ron, ladies man extraordinaire.

Ron sighed and walked to the wooden countertop where she had laid out their dinner. The ladies man in question cringed as he looked at the salad menacingly staring him down.

"Aw, Hermione! Do you have to make vegetables? Really?" his formerly sexy attitude gone out he window as he realized that she was going to make him eat vegetables. Bleck.

"Of course, they're good for you," she replied curtly as she pulled a plate out of one of his cupboards and plopped a big scoop of salad onto his plate.

"But I don't like them," he whined.

"But they like you, so you're going to eat them."

Ron decided then and there that his battle against the vegetables was lost. He hung his head in resignation, and continued, somewhat less enthusiastically, with eating his home cooked meal.

Really the noodles were quite good actually. Absentmindedly, he wondered what exactly he'd done wrong when he'd attempted it. Curious.

"Hermione, they're vegetables! How can I eat them?"

"Honestly Ron, you sound like a five year old," she sighed and placed a large heap of salad onto her own plate. Secretly she was glad that he was acting a little bit more like the Ronald Weasley she knew and loved. But there was something suspicious about that piece of paper he had been reading before. Something if was afoot, and if anyone was about to figure it out, it would be Hermione Granger.

A/N: Alright, this chapter is finished! Woohoo! Please people, seriously, if you want regular updates, I really need to be pushed. I'm a natural procrastinator, and I figured that if I don't have a deadline, I'll never get this done. So please review, because it really helps motivate me to update. Sorry, I'm just so lazy I don't often write unless I have something pushing me to get it done.

Now, I'd like to address the subject of my slight Ron bashing. No one has commented on it, but reading back I realized that Ron isn't really that stupid. He's awkward, and at times he can be extremely insensitive and clueless, but I have a habit of bashing my favourite characters. Anyways, sorry for he slight OOC-ness. I hope you'll forgive me : )

Okay, now I have to say thank you for all the reviews and great pick up lines you guys have given me, I seriously love it so much when you review. It completely makes my day when you do. Thank you to POTTERPEOPLE, and I used one of your lines :P hope you don't mind that Ron completely botched it up ;)

Alright, now one last thing. If there happens to be any Betas who would be willing to edit a kingdom hearts story, reading this story I would be very happy indeed. If you're willing, please PM me for details and you can decide from there.

Whew! Long AN, sorry about that. Well thanks for reading, and always remember kiddies, reviews are always welcome! (Unless you're my little sister in which case I say STOP READING MY STORIES, YOURE MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO REFRAIN FROM WRITING WHAT I REALLY WANT SO THAT I CAN PROTECT YOUR INNOCENCE!) ;)