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Hermione sent her worst glare towards Harry who threw his arms in the air in defense grinning.

She looked ready to hit him when Harry and Hermione spotted Ron going down the table trying to find his seat right behind them. Hermione turned back around in her seat to send Harry a warning glare but he ignored.

"Ron! Oi! Ron, over here!" he called it his old buddy.

Ron smiled but then his eyes wondered to the curly head that was turned away from him.

"Hiya Hermione," he greeted softly before taking his seat beside her.

There was a pregnant pause.

"So how about them cannons?" Hermione imaged Harry saying calling Ron's attention and giving Hermione time to sneak into the upstairs Weasley bathroom to kill herself.

But that didn't happen. Something almost as good happened though.

With a small pop food appeared on the table. Hermione didn't go for the food at first expecting Ron to attack like he used to at Hogwarts but to her surprise he didn't. He motioned to Hermione to have the first pick. Hermione had to retain the odd look on her face and cautiously used the tongs to grab some salad.

Hermione sat back quietly using her fork and knife to eat her salad. She longed to plunge the butter knife into Harry's, Lucky-Ass-Boy-who-Lived, heart but she couldn't do that here to may people could be witnesses. Then again she could just kill them all; she could see the news headline.

Weasley dinner party massacre

To bad Hermione wasn't that violent, it would be a nice headline. Harry shifted his green eyes back and forth between the two before sighing and getting up, leaving Ron and Hermione alone.

"So, umm, been thinking about that whole speech thing? Emma said she'd love to have bragging rights to that," commented Ron.

Hermione's head whipped around, "How did- Have you been talking to my niece?" Hermione asked in a slightly demanding tone.

Ron all at once sensed the danger of the situation and spoke, "No, she just talked about it the night we met her, remember you didn't make it," he sneered slightly.

Hermione was ready for that one though, "Yes, well, I thought I shouldn't murder you in front of your mother."

Ron smiled at her sudden humor, "Oh really and you think you could take me down?"

Hermione finished her bit of tomato and paused in a fake thoughtful look, "Well let's ask Harry I brought him down to China town this morning in a duel."

Hermione turned around in her seat and yelled, "HARRY!"

At once his head appeared out of Longbottom's side of the table table. He smiled when he caught sight of Ron's grin and walked over.

"Glad to see you haven't murdered my friend 'Mione," he commented.

Hermione waved the thought away with her fork, "No, couldn't do that here, too many witnesses but that's beside the point. Did I or did I not beat you this morning in a duel?"

Harry gave her an odd look, "Yes," he then saw Ron's shocked face, "but it wasn't fair she caught me off guard."

"Off guard my ass," Hermione stated almost bored, "I won fair and square. Admit it! Sacrifice your ego and say it! Hermione Jane Granger whopped your ass."

They all chuckled slightly at Hermione's bluntness.

"Well come on now... say it," Hermione prompted.

"You show no mercy do you?"

"That's what the sign says," Hermione answered popping a cherry in her mouth.

"Fine, Hermione Jane Granger whopped my ass, happy?"

"Very much so," Hermione grinned returning to her salad.

Suddenly music came blasting out of the house. Hermione started to cover her ears but found hands were already protecting her ears. They felt big and strong she knew whose hands those were. Once her hands touched them they shot off her head as if burned. Hermione turned with her own hands over her ear toward Ron, he hadn't covered his own ears so the redness of them was visible.

Suddenly Fred and George came out dancing to the odd techno music for no good reason but for a laugh which they got from almost everyone a the table.

Harry took this as another cue to leave.

"Wha- is that you Luna? Oh, well, I gotta go guys," Harry said acting a little to fake before walking back toward the other table.

"We really must get him some acting classes," Hermione claimed as Harry summoned another chair to the other side of the table.

Ron turned to Hermione with sudden seriousness. It was clear he had finally worked up the courage to speak plainly.

"Hermione, I know you can't forgive me but can we just be friends again?" Hermione was shocked at this sudden settling.

Something wasn't right. Ron was far too stubborn to give up so quickly.

"Friends? Just friends?" Ron nodded.

"And maybe one day something more," suggested Ron, Hermione looked doubtful but nodded nonetheless.

Ron grinned, "Yes! Yes!" Ron shot up bringing Hermione with him and hugged her tightly.

The attention seemed to turn toward them table. Hermione could practically feel the assuming smiles on her back. The cocky look Harry must have been sending over at them.

"You stole our attention!" yelled Fred.

"How dare you!" cried George in agony.

Ron ignored them, lifted her head from his shoulder and cupped her face looking as though he was ready to kiss her. Just before he started to pull her lips to his he stopped and caught himself, kissing her on the cheek.

Hermione only had a small idea of what she had started.

Yea pretty pointless and I'm not very proud of how I dealt with the whole lets just be friends thing but Hermione's mistakes in dealing with this is going to start piling up. And to be honest she's about to be screwed over.

Elaina!