Day Three:

It was awkward.

Ron and Hermione were in the same room having lunch, seated as far away from each other as they could possibly be. They were both ignoring the other and George knew that they were in one of their fights. George was seated awkwardly between them, glancing from Ron to Hermione, then back at Ron.

"Ron," he said, his voice jolly, figuring he might add some more awkward tension just to see his baby brother defend himself. "Bring a date to my wedding. You too Hermione. Bring people. You know, you guys could come together, but since you do not seem to be on speaking terms right now, I don't want to expect something that won't happen."

Ron spluttered.

"I - Do I have to?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Why?" Hermione interrogated. "Why does it matter if we bring someone or not."

George smirked. Time to show them the power of thinking on the spot.

"Because, it's George Weasley's wedding, and in my wedding, we're having fun, not sitting around looking down. In my wedding, we'll be dancing rather wackily."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

"What does that say anything about dates?" she asked, pressing him further.

"My dear future sister-in-law," he said, smirking at Hermione's cheeks which had turned a light shade of pink, "I believe you need to use your brain a little more. It's to save you guys from creeps. You are still too young, nobody knows who will be there to kidnap you."

His voice mimicked a baby's voice.

"Besides," George continued, keeping an eye on Ron, looking out for his reaction, "I invited Viktor Krum and asked him to bring a date too."

"Hermione," Ron said immediately, turning towards her, forgetting the awkwardness momentarily, "Come with me to the wedding please? I promise I won't even look at you, just come with me, please?"

His mind had fallen upon Krum who could be there to do anything. What if he took Hermione again? He wasn't sure if he would be able to bear that.

"Ron," Hermione said, looking amused. "Of course I'll go with you."

"But -" he started, then stopped, "-What? Really? Thank you, I promise I won't even look at you."

George was sitting there, sipping his cup of coffee, looking like he was having a lot of fun.

"Ron," Hermione said, laughing, "You could look at me. You could even dance with me. I don't mind. It's just that I mind -" Her eyes turned to look at George. "Um - You know what I told you yesterday? I can't do that, but I'm willing to do anything else. Plus, we'll go together as friends."

George raised an eyebrow.

"Friends?" he asked, smirking, "As if that could ever happen. But, I'll stay out of it. Enjoy your date Ronniekins. You too sister-in-law."

Then, still smirking, he turned around and left.

"Well, that was awkward," he said, trying to make conversation.

"No," Hermione said, "It wasn't awkward Ron."

She got up, picking her plate up, and putting it in the sink. With a swish of her wand, the plate was being washed magically.

"What he said was the truth after all," she finished, a small smile on her face, before turning around and walking out.

Ron looked at her retreating back, a perplexed expression on his face.

Hermione was very confusing. Why was it so hard to understand girls?

He needed to see Harry.

"Good morning beautiful," Harry said, smiling as Ginny walked in the room, and plopped down beside him on his bed.

"What is this, Mr. Potter?" she asked, happily. "You're reading a book?"

Harry knew Ginny was teasing him.

"It's much easier than reading you, isn't it?" he asked, closing his Auror training manual, dropping it on the bed, and turning towards her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest. Harry held her to him, loving the feeling of her warm body there. It was so comforting that he often wondered whether he was in a dream whenever she was with him.

Then a voice drifted into the room.

"Mate, Hermione's being all confusing and – Ginny!" Ron said, entering the room and spotting Ginny, a dumbstruck expression placed neatly on his face.

"What do you want Ron?" Ginny said, pushing herself away from Harry.

Harry picked up his book from the bed and placed it on the side table.

"Yeah, mate?" Harry asked.

Ron approached them cautiously, an unsure look on his face.

"Well, yesterday..." Ron started.

When he got through the whole story, Ginny shook her head, smiling, and Harry just looked confused.

"These girls are very confusing," he said, looking at Ron. "Ginny, what do you say is going on? You'll be able to understand this better than anyone."

Ginny stood up straight and looked her brother directly in the eye.

"Easy," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

"Ron, Hermione loves you, there's no doubt about that. She wants you too. She doesn't want to go to the wedding with anyone else but you, that's why she said yes to you. But, somewhere in those feelings she's worried. She doesn't doubt her love or yours, but she just doubts you and herself. She worries that if she gets too attached, her heart will be broken and she doesn't want that to happen. Just by looking at the type of person you are, Ron."

Ginny paused momentarily.

"You called her a bighead a few months ago. I agree, it isn't that bad, especially considering that you two have been at each other's throats for years. But, how Hermione perceives it is different. Today you call her a bighead; tomorrow you'll do something worse. Hermione has never been much of a risk taker, and it's hard to understand, but I know all this for a fact. We sleep in the same room, we talk to each other. Ron, we're best friends. What she really wants you to do is prove to her that it's worth it. She wants you, she really does, but she just doubts you. Remove her doubt and you'll be fine."

Ginny paused for a breath, turning her eyes to Harry, then towards Ron.

"Ron, I know you won't hurt her. But, she's being stubborn. You know how she is. She's just very worried. Don't give up, you could do it Ron," Ginnysaid, smiling encouragingly.

Ron nodded.

"Merlin, all of that at once?" he said to them.

Harry smirked.

"Well, Hermione did tell you had the emotional range of a teaspoon," Harry told him, grinning.

Ron smiled, "Alright. I'll make sure I get her back."

"That's the spirit," Harry said.

Ron walked out of the room, looking positively energetic.

"Harry," Ginny said, her voice saying that she had something to say. "We should do something for them."

She smiled at him. She was up to no good, and Harry knew it.

"Yes, we should," Harry said, reaching down and kissing her forehead. "We will do something very fun for them."

"And get George to help us too. And Angie!" Ginny said, grinning.

The whole household wanted Ron and Hermione together as much as they did, and they couldn't wait to start their plan.

"George Weasley!"

Molly's shrill- voice vibrated throughout the house. Ron jumped in his seat. He was seated on a black chair on a table in his room. He was hoping to complete some of his homework today, but he supposed that would not be the case, by the way his mother sounded.

Ron knew that tone. It meant someone was in trouble, and Ron knew it was George.

He got up from his chair and cautiously made his way downstairs, eager to know what George was being yelled at about.

"I get this wedding invitation, saying that you're not dressing formally and that you're doing it at SEVEN in the morning?" Molly's voice was loud and clear.

Ron entered the living room.

Her face was red. She looked menacing.

"This isn't a party George! It's your wedding!"

George just stood there taken aback.

"And what's worse," she continued, "is that you don't find it necessary to give your mother an invitation? I had to hear about it from Ginevra?"

Ginny stood at the far corner of the room, her back to the wall and an apologetic look on her face. "Mom, I was just –" she started, but was cut off by Molly.

"Quiet, Ginny."

Then she turned to look at George.

"Explain yourself!"

George cowered under her terrifying gaze.

"I – I just thought since it was my wedding, I ought to have it my way Mum. Fred and I swore we wouldn't bother with the formality at our weddings."

Molly shook her head. "You and Fred always got into trouble too, George!"

She inhaled sharply.

"Why at seven in the morning though?"

"To annoy everyone," George said with a loopy smile, "Fred and I also agreed that the whole wedding business was stupid, so when we had one, we'd annoy the hell out of people."

Molly shook her head.

"Fred and you were troublemakers," she simply said.

"But, mum, please? I'm a grown man, and Angie doesn't really mind," he said, a pleading look in his eyes.

Molly sighed.

"It is your wedding. Fine," she said, "but, next time, you're confiding in me before you take action."

Then she left the room.

George just turned around, looked at Ron, and winked.

"That's how you do it bro," he said, and walked away.

Ron stood there, stunned at how he had managed to convince Molly.

George couldn't walk past Ginny and Hermione's room without being ambushed!

Ginny, Angie and Harry had grabbed him immediately and pulled him into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Ron, Hermione, locked in a closet," they said in unison.

George grinned. "Great thinking my friends, great thinking."

And the rest of the day passed in a blur, with secretive excitement for what was to come.

It's a short chapter, but I wanted to save all the closet goodies for the next chapter! Please do review and tell me what you think, and how you felt about some of the changing POV's. I promise there will be more Ron and Hermione in the following chapter. REVIEW =D You get more cookies, with a side of chocolate cake. Or Pizza. Or anything you want, really, just tell me, and I'll have it e-shipped to you pronto!