Hey all you cool people who read my story! I know I said that I would be putting up two chapters tonight, so…here they are! But I just decided that this Valentine's one that I just wrote is going to be in two parts. This is the first one, and the second one will be posted tomorrow! Yay, I'm so excited I can barely speak! Which is funny, cause I'm typing…anyway, enjoy this, and don't forget to review!

Lauren

Disclaimer: No! I don't own Harry Potter! But I do own Valentine's Day, and all things associated with it!

Hmm…I wonder if I can get sued for that…

Chapter ten

Valentine Vision

The start of February brought light snow and frequent appearances of sunshine. As the seasons would be changing soon, the rain and snow were beginning to fade out, and the sun was beginning to shine more prominently these days, which was something Ron definitely did not mind, as it made quidditch practice much easier. He had learned that it wasn't very much fun trying to tackle attacking bludgers when you could barely see half a foot in front of you But no matter, he enjoyed it all the same.

It was a week until Valentine's Day, but if you had asked Ron or Harry, it might have been just another day. Neither of them were remotely aware that any sort of romantic endeavors were supposed to occur. It wasn't until Seamus said something to them about it that it finally registered.

"So, what are you guys doing for your ladies for Valentine's day?" he asked quietly, trying to come up with romantic predictions for his classmates on Valentine's Day. Professor Trelawney had gotten herself into the holiday spirit and predicted that—what else—Harry would be brutally dumped by his significant other, causing a heartbreak so painful that he was sure to die from it. Yes, even the cheeriness of Valentine's Day couldn't stop Trelawney from predicting his death. Though it only made Harry realize that death was now available in fun, holiday-themed packages.

Ron looked up at Seamus questioningly. Harry was too busy frantically writing down his newest prediction to notice. Seamus, intrigued, read over his shoulder and began laughing hysterically at what he had written, which basically stated that Dean, attempting to send Lavender a Valentine's gift (they had become quite smitten with each other after the prank incident) would accidentally send the gift to another girl, Parvati, (who was also hopelessly smitten with him), who would then assume the gift was for her and that he was professing his love for her. All chaos would ensue, and all three parties would end up alone, depressed, and thoroughly ruffled from the experience. Seamus couldn't help but feel his predictions had only fallen short, but quickly went back to his original train of thought.

"So what are you guys planning?"

Again, Ron looked up at him, wondering what he was getting at.

"You mean, we're supposed to plan something? I don't know, what should I do? I mean, Harry, you didn't know about this, did you?" he asked, eyebrows hiding underneath his hair.

"Well, actually…" Harry began.

"Ah, what is it Harry? What have you planned?" Seamus pressed, noticing the grin on his face. Ron looked at him incredulously.

"You mean, you knew, and you didn't even tell me about it? So I'm just supposed to look like some great big prat while everyone else has all these romantic plans? Thanks Harry, how kind of you!" he yelped, punching Harry in the arm.

"Well, I just um, thought we'd go to—ouch!—Hogsmeade, take a nice nighttime stroll, you know, just stuff…" Harry answered to Seamus, trying (and failing) to dodge Ron's attacks.

"Well well well, aren't we quite the romantic!" said Seamus, making Harry feel quite awkward, especially in front of Ron, who stopped punching his arm out of what seemed to him like shock.

"Hey hey, wait a minute, that's my sister! I'm not so sure about any 'nighttime strolls', especially in Hogsmeade with no one to watch over you guys…" he said in that overprotective brother tone.

"Hey, Ron, don't worry, I'm sure Harry wouldn't dream of doing anything you would disapprove of, right Harry?"

Boy, dating your best friend's sister and planning something romantic for the two of you at the same time wasn't quite the easy task. Not like, say, predicting the downfall of every Hogwarts couples on Valentine's Day.

Ron accompanied Harry down to the Great Hall for dinner, where they met Hermione and Ginny eating lunch. They seemed to be having quite a splendiferous time, conversing about their classes and some arithmancy lesson too boring to hear. The boys greeted them and sat down, but right away Hermione could tell something was wrong. She tapped on Ron's shoulder until he finally spun around, almost impatiently.

"What?" he asked, looking flustered.

"Oh, well, I was just wondering if everything was all right; you just seem a bit, well, worried about something I guess," she said, trying not to let his attitude get to her. Whatever it is, it wasn't me, right? Right. Okay. So why don't I believe it? she thought, waiting for his answer.

"Oh, nothing. I'm fine," he answered monotonously, turning back around and resting is head on his hands. Hermione looked at Ginny, and then to Harry, but neither could offer any insight into the situation. A little put off, she moved her peas around her plate until finally she couldn't stay any longer. She bid them farewell, then took off for the library. As soon as she left, Harry and Ginny turned their attention to Ron.

"Ron, what is wrong with you? Are you okay, or are you mad or something, because you just completely blew off Hermione," Ginny hissed in his direction. Ron looked at them, uncertainty in his eyes. He looked back and forth between the two in front of him, contemplating whether or not to bother him with his troubles, when finally he found he couldn't keep it inside any longer.

"You guys, what am I gonna do? I have nothing planned for Valentine's Day, and it's in like, 5 days! I mean, you've got your plan Harry, and so does everyone else, but I don't! And I'm going to look like a fool with nothing to do when everyone else is off being all sappy and romantic. What do I do?" he cried desperately, feeling as though his words had gushed out from a broken dam. Ginny and Harry both chose to ignore his comment about Harry's plan, hoping that the other might not have caught his reference to it, and looked at each other, deep in thought. Ginny looked down at her hands, which only discouraged Ron even more. But finally, Ginny spoke up.

"Ron, I think I know exactly what you can do…"