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Ron was playing a Beatles cd in his car as he drove him and Hermione back to the Weasley household. Hermione laughed when he sang along loudly.

"Oh man, I love the Beatles! They're like, the best band ever!" He commented.

Hermione smiled, "Yeah. They are pretty cool."

He pulled up in front of the house. Fred and George were playing basketball outside. It was almost five but the sun was still out. George seemed to struggle when Fred was always getting the ball into the basket.

Hermione saw them and laughed, "Oh great, the twins are back."

Ron rolled his eyes, "Don't mind them, just ignore them."

The twins stopped playing when they saw Hermione walk over to them.

Fred smirked, "Hey George look, it's that little cutie again."

George laughed as Hermione stopped in front of them. "Mind if I play against you guys?"

They looked at each other, then burst into laughter.

Hermione raised her eyebrow, "What's so funny?"

George spoke after laughing uncontrollably, "Are you joking? Girls can't play basketball!"

Hermione put her hands on her hips, "Oh yeah? Says who?"

"I mean, it's pretty obvious why there's no girls on the NBA." Fred stated.

Hermione nodded, "Alright. Well, we'll see. Pass me the ball."

Fred passed her the ball. She dribbled the ball and as Fred tried to take the ball, she ran to the left and faked going right. George reached for the ball, but Hermione jumped and shot the ball into the hoop.

She smiled as she went over to pick up the basketball and look at the faces of the twins. Their mouths wide open in disbelief. "That, is how you play basketball." She threw the basketball back to Fred.

"Come on Ron, let's go inside." She hummed as she went inside the house.

Percy was watching television in the living room and Ginny was walking down the stairs.

"Hey Ron, you're back." She smiled.

Ron grinned at his little sister, "Hey Ginny, is it alright if you keep Hermione company here? I have to go fix something."

"Sure." Ginny said with a smile.

"Cool," he turned to Hermione, "I'll come back for you in a minute."

She looked at his blue eyes, then smiled at him, "Okay."

Ginny looked at Hermione, "So, are you a friend from work?"

Hermione paused, "Yeah, I work as a waitress there. I think he's best friends with the boss there."

Ginny looked up at her, "Wait, you mean Harry?"

Hermione shrugged, "I guess. What about him?"

"Nothing." She quickly responded.

"No, really. What about him?" Hermione persisted.

Ginny sighed, "Well, they've been friends since they were in middle school. I've always liked him but I don't want Ron to think I'm weird for liking his friend."

Hermione formed a big smile, "Really? That's cute! Maybe I could bring you to work so you can talk to him?"

Ginny gasped, "What? No! What if he talks to me? I wouldn't know what to say!"

"Don't worry, I'll be with you so I'll just do the talking and you can talk too." She offered.

Ginny was skeptical but she really wanted to see Harry. She shrugged, "Alright."

Hermione squealed and clapped her hands, "Oh my gosh, this is going to be so cool!"

Ron came down the stairs, "Okay, all done. Come on, Hermione."

She smiled at Ginny, "See you later." She ran up the steps, following Ron.

"See you!" Ginny yelled back.

Hermione yawned and fell on his bed, "Can I take a shower?"

Ron hesitated, he never had someone use his shower before. He didn't know how long it would take her either.

"Sure. I'll just go downstairs and wait for you." He said.

She smiled, "Thanks, I'll just take fifteen minutes, promise."

She went inside the bathroom while Ron left his room. The twins' room was empty so Ron decided to look in there. He checked the time on his phone, it was half past five, so he'd have to wait until it was five forty-five.

He sneaked inside quietly, just in case Fred and George could hear. It was no surprise it was messy inside. Dirty clothes everywhere, cans of soda crowded the desks, and the beds weren't made. Ron scoffed, "It's like they were raised in a barn."

There were also a few posters of half naked women on the wall, and some Playboy magazines on the floor. But one thing caught Ron's attention. It looked like a list. There were names on the paper. It was the names of girls.

He read through the list: Alana, Fiana, Kirstee, Hermione.

Ron felt his body stop. "Hermione? Why is her name on this paper?"

Ron decided to think about it later. He picked up their trash and went downstairs to throw it away. The twins were finally inside. They were talking about how their parents were coming back in a few days.

Ron completely forgot that they would be back this weekend. It was Wednesday. He still didn't know what to do if they asked about Hermione.

"Hermione." He said. He forgot about her. He went upstairs to check on her. He opened the door and saw her standing there, in her lingerie.

She saw him after she put on her shirt. Ron froze. "Uh-um, sorry." He quicky shut the door.

He slapped his forehead, "Stupid. Stupid. Now she's going to think you're a creep! Nice job Ron!"

Hermione opened the door a moment after, "Ron?"

He looked up at her, "Yeah?"

She smiled, "I'm done now. You can come in if you want to."

He sighed and got up from the floor. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to walk in like that."

Hermione blushed, "It's alright," she changed the subject, "so what was it that you were fixing up here?"

He took a seat on the bed, "Oh, it's this stupid broken string on my guitar."

"You play guitar?" She asked.

He nodded, "Yeah." He got up and grabbed his guitar from his closet. "I've had this for years now."

Hermione looked at the guitar. "It's a beautiful guitar." She sat on the bed.

He sat next to her, "Yeah, but now, it's going to be trash." He said nonchalantly.

She touched his shoulder to comfort him, "Hey, it's okay."

He smiled at her, he was attracted to her beauty and her kindness. But he didn't want to make her feel weird around him.

"It's just, I've played guitar since I was six, and I love it. But, I can't buy another one. Especially on a waiter's tips."

Hermione nodded. She knew what he felt. To not have enough money to buy something she wanted.

"Well," he said, "we should get some rest."

"Okay." Hermione took off her heels and unclasped her necklace and put it on his nightstand.

"Good night." He said from the floor.

Hermione giggled, "Good night, Ron."

She turned the lamp off and tried to get comfortable. She thought about a lot of things. She had a new job, she made some friends, and she had a little crush on Ron. She loved that he was so nice and a little awkward. But again, she decided against it. If he ever found out who she was, he would never respect her.