Dumbledore took Ron back to his office to go over their plans.

"It would seem that, if ever your parents are ever to fall in love, they will need to be alone together… Tell me, do you know if they have any mutual interests?" Dumbledore mused

"You tell me, I dunno what people did back… back now."

"Well they are your parents, surely you must know something about them?"

"Well Dad likes muggles and Mum likes… Uh… Being a Mum."

"Well did they perhaps speak of any treasured memories, moments of intense romance and passion between them?"

Ron scrunched up his face and muttered under his breath "I think I'm going to be sick…"

"Mr Weasley." Dumbledore barked, stony faced.

"Alright alright, they did say that their first kiss was at the Yule Ball…"

"The Yule Ball! Excellent, very fitting. We must ensure that your Father asks your Mother to accompany him to the Yule Ball. You will need to stick to your Father like glue, Mr Weasley, can you do that?"

"Sure. Got it. Like glue. Thanks professor." Ron hurried out of Dumbledore's office to go and find Arthur again, though if he couldn't even work up the courage to ask a girl to the Ball himself however he was going to get his Father to do it was beyond him…

Ron decided he'd just take the plunge and talk to Arthur then see how things went from there. He heard the clock tower striking midday, meaning that Arthur should be in the Great Hall for lunch. He went straight there, finding Arthur sitting by himself nursing a pumpkin juice whilst writing in a somewhat dog-eared journal.

"Right, so…" Ron started as he sat down, giving Arthur something of a shock "...the girl I was trying to get you to talk to yesterday."

"Oh, yes... Her…" Arthur sighed "I don't think she's particularly interested in me, unfortunately."

"Nah that's rubbish, you've just got to… You know…"

"Be more assertive?" Arthur asked

"Exactly! Just be… Be more like, good at talking." Ron elaborated, eloquently.

"That's easier said than done, I'm afraid. Besides, I think she may be more interested in someone else..." Arthur sighed, dejected.

"What?! Who?"

"Him." Arthur pointed across the Great Hall to where Molly was sat trying to eat. Trying here was the operative word, as Lucius was quite clearly harassing her. He continuously tried to grope her, no matter how hard she tried to pull away and beat him back.

"Get off!" she cried, giving Lucius a hearty thwack to the side. She hit pretty hard, but it seemed to just spur him on.

"Oh come on, you know you can't resist me..." Lucius cooed, lecherously, as Crabbe and Goyle Sr. looked on.

"Brute!" she exclaimed as she shoved him off of his seat onto the floor.

"Oh, you'll pay for that one, Prewett. I'll see to that..." he threatened, as Ron got up and headed over to them. No one talks to his Mum like that.

"Oi! Shove off, Malfoy!" he yelled, storming up to them.

"Oh, and I suppose an unwashed pleb like yourself is going to make me?" he challenged, as Crabbe and Goyle Sr. sprung into action, towering over Ron. Just as Ron was reaching for his wand, he heard a familiar voice booming at them all from across the hall.

"Lucius Malfoy!" the authoritative Scottish voice barked. To his astonishment, he saw a young Professor McGonagall striding down the aisle. She looked every bit as fearsome as she did in 1994, and her green eyes were as cunning as ever. Her face remained harsh, but her skin was smoother, and her hair was jet black. She was quite beautiful, and couldn't have been far into her thirties. "What on earth do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"Nothing, professor. Just having a pleasant chat with my good friend here." Lucius chirped, with all the charm of a coiled viper.

"And I'm sure it will remain pleasant, unless you wish to see Slytherin slip back into second place in the house cup?" McGonagall threatened with a smile. Before Lucius could retort, a strange frisbee flew past just behind the professor. It appeared to be covered with fangs, and made a whizzing noise as it flew past.

"GIDEON PREWETT" McGonagall yelled, forgetting Lucius altogether and storming over to thoroughly reprimand Ronald's uncle.

"You'll pay for this" Lucius hissed as he and his cronies skulked off.

Ron was already surprised at his luck when he got away with starting on three guys, but when he was stopped on the way back to his seat by the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on, he was sure he must have slipped into a dream. Things never go this well for him.

"That was very brave of you, that boy has hardly left me alone since I got here…" the words flowed from her lips in a soft french accent. Ron was transfixed by her eyes, deep and brown and so easy to get lost in… Even though Ron was just stood there with his mouth gaping instead of actually acknowledging that she spoke, she seemed relatively unfazed. She seemed to be used to this sort of attention, as all she did was give a sweet "Mercí", kissed Ron on the cheek and went back over to her friends.

Ron was so excited his vision began to blur, he came close to fainting but was revived by the sight of her bum, her blue silk uniform bouncing off of her curves as she walked back to… Actually, Ron recognised one of her friends. Despite his stupor, he noticed her for two reasons: Firstly that she was Tophana Chameli, the Beauxbatons champion, secondly that she was staring daggers at him. When the beautiful girl reached them, Ron realised why. Tophana immediately grabbed her and pulled her onto her lap, then proceeded to quite aggressively make out with her, shooting the occasional passive aggressive glance at Ron.

"Fascinating!" Arthur exclaimed, making Ron jump. Between meeting the love of his life and being on the receiving end of her girlfriend's death glare, Ron hadn't noticed Arthur was standing right next to him. "I've never heard of a gay veela before… Gosh, I wonder if her powers work on women as well as men."

"Well" Ron replied "They definitely work on men."