Okay, taking my reviews very seriously like a very serious business woman, I realized that it would, in fact, be a brilliant idea to add in a little of that bickering tension Ron and Hermione are so famous for. Henceforth, this chapter doesn't exactly have a full-out argument, but certainly does have that slightly awkward aura to it. Anyway, enjoy!

Day 11: Wearing Kigurumis

"What do you want me to say, Ron?"

Ron didn't look up at Hermione as he buttoned his costume.

"I don't know, maybe 'Gee, that sucks that George is making you wear it!' Or how about 'It'll be over in a week'?"

Hermione, her lips pursed at his high-pitched imitation of her, stared at him quizzically, one brow raised. "I'm not saying any of that. You promised George you would do this and now you're going to go through with it."

"See, no," Ron said, looking up and motioning at her dramatically. "No sympathy, no bashing George, just agreeing with him. C'mon you can't honestly believe that it's all my fault!"

"I was there," she reminded him, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "I heard you say it. 'Sure George,'" she dropped her voice in an unflattering imitation of Ron. "'I'll dress up in the giant fox costume while Melissa's on vacation, no problem!'"

"I didn't think he'd actually make me do it," Ron muttered, staring down at himself. "Well, how do I look?"

Hermione felt her lips twitching despite herself. "I don't know. Maybe you should do a small twirl so I can get a better look."

Ron glared at her before turning in a casual circle. Hermione had to stop herself from smiling at his tail; she wasn't sure he'd take it the right way.

"So?"

"You could pull it off," Hermione said simply. "But I haven't seen the whole act. Put your hood down."

Ron narrowed his eyes but obeyed, pulling the hood over his head to give himself ears and a snout on his forehead.

"And say the thing."

He sighed deeply. Speaking in a monotone, he said, "Welcome to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Capture the stealth of a fox with Slinky Sweets, the newest addition to our Animalistic Characteristics Department. On sale for two galleons; limited time only."

"You'll do just fine," she said. She turned her attention to her briefcase, closing it and picking it off their bed before cautiously approaching Ron to give him a kiss. "Have a good day at work. I love you."

"You too."

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At her lunch break, Hermione decided to check in and see how Ron was doing.

She walked to the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley. As she neared the joke shop, she saw Ron standing out front, handing out flyer advertisements and occasionally – as it looked from a distance – signing the flyers. Hermione rolled her eyes good-naturedly. He always had dealt with the public attention better than she had; said he almost enjoyed it at times.

He saw her about ten feet away and looked down as though he weren't sure how to react. "Hey," she said softly as she approached him. She waited a moment before speaking to make sure he wasn't going to respond. "Are you upset about what I said this morning?"

Ron shrugged. "Well, not really… doesn't make sense, does it?"

"No," she agreed, feeling herself caving in a little as he gave her a strained half-smile. "How about this," she suggested, stepping closer to him. "I'm not going to say George was wrong in making you wear it, but it looks awfully hot to be standing in all day."

Ron put on a purposefully thoughtful look. "Y'know, I might accept that if you complimented me as well."

"And… you look cute in it."

"How cute do I look?"

"For Merlin's sake Ron," she sighed, crossing her arms. "Do you have to be so difficult? You look like an adorable oversized fox with cute little brown freckles and very pretty blue eyes. You look cute enough to make me want to buy all the Slinky Sweets in the shop. Is that enough?"

Ron nodded, a wide grin spread across his face. "That'll do," he said simply, handing out a flyer to the next person passing by. "I have a break I can take any time now. What do you say we head the Leaky Cauldron for a quick lunch date?"

Hermione smiled. "A lunch date? Don't you think you're a bit underdressed?"

Ron snorted, straightening his papers as he prepared to go inside and tell George where he was off too. "Excuse you, I'm adorable."

Okay, you know the drill. Favorite/review if you enjoyed! I think the ending may have been a little rash but also feel that it was a pretty good place to stop, but I'd like to hear what you all think! May the rest of your day be filled with only happiness and friendship and I'll see you all tomorrow :) .