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At Harry and Ginny's:

Ginny was standing by the stove, cooking what would soon be an Indonesian noodle thing. She was also very, very pregnant. Harry was sitting at the table, and Ginny thought he was reading Quidditch Through the Ages (I have that!), but in truth, he was staring at Ginny, with a very stupid look on his face. It was then that Ron walked in. He slammed the kitchen door and Ginny turned to look at him.

" Ron! How nice to see you! Um, where's Hermione?" she asked, smiling. That smile stopped when she realized where Hermione must be." Ron! What did you do? Honestly, on your first day there, you're already kicked out! No wonder Hermione used to get so angry with you! What did you say to her this time?"

" Ginny, you sound WAY too much like Mum for your own good. And I came to talk to Harry about personal matters," Ron replied, looking at Harry.

" Um, yes. Well, come Ron, we can, uh go to the study," Harry replied, ignoring the way Ginny was looking at him.

Ron and Harry walked into the study and Ron threw the picture on the desk. Harry looked at him blankly.

" Well! Look at it! Should I not be angry when I see THIS hanging over her bed?" yelled Ron, pointing to the picture and glaring at it. Harry went over to the desk and picked up the picture. He looked at it and the attempt to keep in his laughter failed. Ron looked livid.

" Come on, Ron! You're not still jealous of Viktor are you? Hermione hasn't seen him in years! What's wrong with this picture?" Harry asked innocently.

" What's wrong with it? What is wrong with it! Harry, he's holding her hand! And hugging her, and playing with her hair! I see many things wrong with this! Why did she keep it if she doesn't like him any more? And why was it hanging over her bed?"

" Ron, Hermione has many pictures hanging over her bed. And you shouldn't be jealous, there's quite a few with you in it, I've seen her room before. And this is Hermione we're talking about. She probably kept the picture because this church is famous for paying house-elves or something. I really don't think you should be getting this angry about it. Did you and Hermione argue already?"

Ron looked at his feet. " Second time today," he muttered.

" Ron! Sheesh! I cannot believe you two! One second you're making eyes at each other, and the next you're about to bite her head off! Couples hold hands sometimes, you know. They hug too. You've hugged Hermione. I'm sure you've held her hand. What if you were to break up and she still had a picture of you two at Hogwarts? And then she got a new boyfriend? It's not as if she's going to still have some affair going on with you 13 years later!"

" We're never going to break up! Hermione's the One, Harry, I can feel it. She always has been and nothing is going to change that!" Ron defended.

" Well, something might if you don't go and apologize," said Harry, pushing Ron out the door. " Hermione really likes a Muggle candy called Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. There's a store down the street that sells them. Go and buy some for her and get some fancy take-out Chinese. Sneak in, set the table, light some candles, and go and apologize. She'll love it. Believe me. I've had to do it for Ginny lots of times. At least Hermione isn't as stubborn as Ginny, it'll be a piece of cake."

" Right. Piece of cake," Ron muttered half to Harry, half to himself. He then walked down to the store where he could buy her these Peanut Butter Lumps, or whatever.

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Ron entered the store and smiled at the lady at the cash. He walked up and said, " Um, my friend- girlfriend really likes these peanut butter things and, um I sorta messed up in a way, and I need to buy her some. But I'm not from around here so I don't know what they look like." Good excuse, his brain complemented him.

The girl helped him find them and Ron almost gagged when he saw what they were. (' Peanut Butter and CHOCOLATE?!') He then went and got some Chinese food and Apparated back to the apartment, telling himself all the while that this was going to be a piece of cake. He opened the door and snook in. Quietly he set the table just like Harry had told him and found some candles in the drawer. He transfigured a salt shaker into a rose at the last second and walked over to Hermione's door. Before he knocked, however, he stared at it for a while until he found the courage.

" Right. This is going to be a piece of cake," he muttered. Then knocked.