It was the day after Ron had poisoned Hermione and caused her to grow a beard and a moustache. Hermione had recovered quickly, as in the magical world, illnesses were easily cured. Ron had stayed at her bedside, giving her the homework she desperately ached for and creating idle conversation between them.

"Why do you always try to make me fall in love with you? Do you have a crush on me?"

Hermione giggled at the thought. Ron blushed, realizing Hermione had put together the pieces…

Hermione stared at Ron's glowing red face.

"You can not be serious…"

Ron looked as if he was going to explode. In the end, he managed to stutter,

"Would…you…um…like…to….like…go…on a…like…date?"

Hermione looked as if she was going to cry.

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Under a tree, next to the Great Lake, Ron and Hermione cuddled next to each other. It was clear, blue sky that they were staring up at, and the two gazed blissfully into each other's eyes. Ron had set up a picnic just for the two of them, and it looked wonderful.

"Since when did you start liking me?"

"Do you remember when you gave me your draft history essay?"

"Yes, but did you fall in love with me just like that?"

"Of course not, there are much more other things…" Ron remembered the strange dream he had of her.

They continued to have mindless conversation, covering many topics such as how Snape could get a life and the amazing feats Harry had done in their presence. They stopped and looked out. The two became so entrapped in each other's company that they hadn't realized nightfall had come. Hermione propelled flames into jars and they lit the area like fireflies. The stars shone above them brightly and it provided the perfect scene for a kiss.

Hermione felt lazy, and so she said "Ron, do you mind whipping up a glass of water?"

"Sure, no problem…Aguamenti!"

But, like most of the things Ron did, something went wrong. Once Ron had raised his wand, there was a large explosion of green smog. It smelt putrid, and so Hermione ran out for some air. Ron had turned himself into a toad. It was standing on two legs with its webbed hand raised in the air.

Hermione rushed back under the tree, but found Ron to be gone!

"Where are you, Ron?"

Ron, bewildered at the sudden backfire, started jumping around.

"Ron, this isn't funny!"

Ron croaked and croaked as loud as he could.

"C'mon, Ron!"

Hermione was deaf to Ron's cry of help.

"Oh! Look at the time! I have to hurry back to the library and catch up on all the study I've missed!"

Hermione hurtled away, frantically shaking her head and muttering to herself. Ron was on the ground, left unnoticed and abandoned. A tear welled in Ron's bulging eye…He began the long journey back to the common room, maybe he'd get noticed there.