By getting Hermione her wand back, and also his own wand, Ron would be proving so many things. At the top of the list, he'd be showing her how emotionally he had matured and how serious he took her requests.
By getting her wand back, he would be making up for the mistakes he made through out the years. He would be showing her that she really didn't need him, but he was good to have around.
With a plan for the next day, Ron climbed into bed, placing Hermione's letter under his pillow. He knew his brothers would call him a Nancy boy, but he felt like she was closer somehow. Hermione got words, much the same way he got chess.
He woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast. He couldn't remember the last time he smelled good food being cooked. Fleur's breakfast was not English. She would cover things in sauce and beans were no where to be seen. He knew his mum would go all out for Harry and him.
He glanced over at Harry's cot. "Race you down," Ron said, pulling on a shirt.
"You're on Weasley," Harry said, as he sent his glasses flying to him and a book flying into Ron's gut. "You didn't say we had to play fair."
"Oi, Potter, remember I grew up where it was always first come, first served!" Ron waved his wand at the door causing a purple glow to be cast.
"Purple? What can a purple spell do? I laugh at it." Harry mocked as he reached the door, but as soon as his hand touched to open it, his whole body turned purple, his hair was green and his teeth were growing longer by the second.
"You're dead, Ron. One look at me and your mum is going to kill you."
Ron laughed as he passed Harry standing by the now open door.
"It's going to be gone as soon as my arse hits the chair Savoir of the Wizarding World. You're just afraid that the love of your life is going to see you at your worst."
The two of them raced down the landing, just missing Ginny, skidding to a stop in front of a grinning Molly.
"Thank you, Ronald." Her hug stopped him in his tracks. "Billy, Fleur and Charlie," who were all sitting around the table, mouths opened, "have been treating me like a china doll all day. And then comes my beautiful boy, who realises that his mum needs noise and laughter, that his brother wouldn't want us to be sad." She wiped a tear with her apron.
"She's right you, gits." George was right behind them, his hand on Ginny's back. "You lot remember how he was at the wedding? Fancy dress and talk, not us. Remember how he thought my earless jokes were horrible?"
Charlie smiled. "I remember him sending me an owl and warning me that when I talked to you, I had to stand on your left side."
"He saz it was a way to seemply tell them apart." Fleur also had tears in her eyes.
"He was finally the handsome one," Bill said, ducking a biscuit Percy threw at him.
"That's because I was missing."
Mrs. Weasley grabbed Ron into a hug, kissed him on the check and whispered, "Thank you."
Ron looked at Harry. "He'll always be a part of our family, mate. So, we'll always talk and remember him. We're not nutters or being disrespect; it's how we deal with death."
"Yes, Harry," said Mrs. Wesasley. "You'll go batty if you don't deal with it."
"Ron, bloody well sit down already," George said with a smirk on his face. "Harry's about to make us all puke."
Everyone was still crowded around the table. Mr. Weasley came down a few minutes after Ron sat down.
"I'm thinking, no, I'm going to get Hermione's and my wands back."
His father took a sip of coffee, set the cup down, but never letting go of the handle, "Where are they? And how do you intend to get them back?"
"Malfoy Manor, and you're not going alone, Ron. I'm going with you. It's my fault they got taken away." Harry fiddled with his glasses, afraid to look anyone in the eye. "I should have trusted you, and not said Voldemort's name."
"You're damn right, he's not going alone," George piped in. "I need something to take my mind off everything."
Charlie grinned, "Not leaving me out. Life's a bit unexciting at the moment. No dragons, no megalomaniac wizards to fight. I think we all need something to do."
"We're in," Bill said holding up his and Fleur's hands.
"I planned on doing it alone. I wanted to give Hermione back her wand tonight or tomorrow."
"Son," Mr. Weasley said, "there is no way you'll be finding a wand in one day without help."
"You're not going to try and stop me, tell me it's too dangerous?"
Molly placed her hands on her youngest son's shoulders. "As much as it pains me to say this, and if any of you boys bring this back to me, I'll deny ever saying it. You're a grown man, Ronald. You have the right to make your own way. And I personally think returning Hermione's wand is the most romantic thing you could possible do for her."
"Yez, It eez more romantic then any gesture you can do."
I'm helping too. I might not be of legal age, but I can do something," Ginny said besides Harry.
"I'll contact Kingsley and see if the ministry has any information that can help us out." Bill headed for the Floo.
"I'll go pop into the shop and see anything we've got will help out. Be back in a tick."
"Wait." Percy got up. "I'm going with you."
Ron stared at his mum. "Why are they helping? Don't they have more important things to do?"
Harry smiled at him. "We're family, Ron, and family sticks together. I think that might just be one of those important lessons you and Hermione taught me last year."
"Prat," Ron said. "I left you."
"You came back."