Harry couldn't help but laugh at Ron, with his mouth full of biscuit saying something like "will route hell me get rest for a mate"
"what?"
Ron finally swallowed smiling and realizing he must look like an idiot trying to talk with his mouth full
"will you help me get dressed for a date?"
"a date? You? Who would want to date you?" Harry joked.
"piss off Harry. I really need your help, Hermione is going all out. Even took Ginny with her to that awful shopping centre place looking for a new dress"
"awful?"
"yeh there's loud people everywhere like Hogwarts after our Halloween candy feast. Squealing girls everywhere calling every sodding dress cute and pointing at bloody scary looking shoes that look harder to walk in than playing quidditch with your arms tied behind your back. The only wicked part is the food. It's everywhere."
Harry laughed, knowing very well what a shopping center was like, He understood all of Ron's ramble perfectly.
"never mind that though, I need decent dress robes. This might sound bloody weird but I actually want Hermione to see I care about this and I want her to stare at me in a way other than compassion for my mismatched old robes. I want her to be amazed"
Harry could tell Ron was extremely serious so instead of cracking one of a million jokes he could at his love weak friend right now, he simply smiled and cheerfully got up implying Ron to follow him.
"got these as a gift. Don't fit me though and honestly I have enough dress robes. Why don't you keep them."
"hell, really? These are bloody fantastic Harry. You sure you don't want to keep them? You could get them fitted. Mum is especially good at that stuff. Having to constantly alter hand me downs taught her a thing or thirty"
"no really. They have been hanging there for a while now, I know I won't get around to wearing them. But before you get excited try them on."
"fine. I'll be right back"
Ron went into Harry's bathroom. As he was undressing He felt a sudden shiver of excitement at the thought of Hermione seeing him in his new dress robes. He suddenly got a different kind of shiver at the thought of her slipping out of a dress. Or better yet, him slipping the dress off of her.
"shit"
He mumbled, as he uncomfortably had to wait till his growing problem died back down. Curse the dirty mind of all Weasley men. How they all managed to get classy good girls he would never know. Dad corrupted a once goody goody girl thats now mum. Bill and his rich French heiress, even George in all his grief managed to claim the uptight sweet heart Angelina. And now Ron was with Hogwart's own Gryffindor head girl. Perfect scores, never tardy, pure and innocent Hermione Granger.
He laughed at one last of his dirty weasly thoughts
"she still is head girl...my very own."
Finally after comfortably fitting into his pants, adding the belt he remembered was requested by his lover he put on the crisp white shirt, slipped on the jacket which was black with thin white pin stripes decorated with silver cufflinks and buttons each with the Hogwarts school seal (surly the suit a present from one of the teachers) Added the thin black tie with the sturdy knot, simple but very elegant.
About to walk out with the jacket unbuttoned, he remembered dads rule;
"2 buttons"
He whispered to himself as he buttoned the jacket.
He stepped out looking up at Harry who was sitting at his desk patiently waiting.
"well?"
Harry looked up not able to hide his face of surprise at ron's appearance
"like it do you?" Ron laughed
"yeah, you look great Ron, it fits you as it's meant to"
"can't imagine what a short skinny guy like you looks like in these" Ron teased
Ron struck a stuck up confident pose at the mirror
"these are meant for a real man"
Harry laughed and shot back
"oy! you want to keep them? I suggest you keep on my good side"
"...right" Ron answered obviously more preoccupied at his reflection, he was pleased at the way he looked. And the feel of a new suit, no weird frills or ancient smells, not handed down from uncle whatshisface, it felt nice.
"right well do real men keep unruly shaggy hair and unkept beards? If they do, I agree you are as real as they come."
"oh yeah. Mind if I use your bathroom a bit longer"
"go right ahead"
Ron walked back in undressed, and started the task of getting his hair well trimmed.
Finally finishing he went to find Harry, only to find a note;
'went to meet Ginny and Hermione, help yourself to anything. Hermione says to remember to wait for her ow
-Harry'
Knowing his sister and his girlfriend, he guessed Ginny just missed him, and Hermione was nagging for him to come approve of her appearance.
Ron sat down and started fantasizing about the night ahead. He tried to push the dirty details aside and instead focus on attempting to plan something romantic for him to say or give Hermione. After a few moments he had it. The idea that would guarantee him a happy satisfied girlfriend and a sealed deal for a toss match in bed.
He got his wand out and began the task of the perfect gift.