I willn't be done until the fat lady sings, and I'm talking about myself singing, not you. So, I won't sing until chapter Mister Done. Which means, I'll be done when I'm done. DOY!

"So, you understand why, I don't like the idea of you two dating." Harry said, he was in a long conversation with Ron, and had his heart set out to tell Ron exactly how he felt, and why.

"Um, no I missed that part."

"Ron! I've only been explaining it for the past hour or so."

"Well, I've been busy imagining Hermione, completely clothes less, on my broom."

"Image not wanted. I TREAT HER AS MY SISTER!"

"Yes, and Ginny is my sister, and I'd hate you imagining her in nothing but her hat, Harry, you pervert!" Ron threw his hands onto Harry's neck, much like Homer does to Bart.

"I have not done that."

"Too true, so I suppose I should take my hands away from your neck?"

"Might be helpful for a nice talk through, you know."


"Right."

"Hm, Ron, I can't breathe yet. Are you having another image?"

"Um, if Her totally topless counts. What size bra do you think she wears?"

"She and I haven't discussed it recently."

"Well, when you do discuss stuff about knickers and girly stuff like that, make sure you get that size. It's crucial for my imagination."

"I do not need to know Hermione's bra size."

"Could you guess? I really need that image."

"Ron, I will certainly think about it when you release your hands from my neck and sit back in that ugly tope chair of your mother's."

"Okay."

Ron sat down in the chair. He looked at Harry, who was catching his breath and making sure there was at least a bit of a wall between them.

"Why don't we go look to see what size she is. That way, Ron, you'll have a bit of a break from our talk and I won't have to say her bra size."

"Excellent idea! Let's go through her drawers. Send her and Ginny out, somewhere..." (AN* OOO, I just got new knickers! Polka dots! And some that say 'I see France.' Yay! I'll have to wear them on my gym days. They're pink, not maroon, Mushu. God, You act as if I'm obsessed.(I USED SARCASM!))

"Where?"

"How bout, Pie making!"

"Some girls, as in girls with brains, don't like to make pies." (I DON'T HAVE A BRAIN!)

"Ah, good point. Hermione likes to stand up for womanized culture."

"How about Shopping? At the mall?" harry suggested.

"Well, duh! What a great idea."

Ron rushed to the room where Hermione and Ginny were giggling. Ron had overheard some of the conversation.

"I know, it was so unlike him." Hermione said as she started to giggle.

"Ya, I mean Ron has never even thought of you as a girl." Ginny said looking a bit tipsy.

"I've so thought of her as a girl. Why wouldn't I?" Ron whispered as if yelling at Ginny.

"Well, whatever did it, I don't know what to say. I mean, he suddenly liked me."

"I didn't suddenly like you, I've always loved you."

Ron knocked on the door.

"Ron!" Hermione shouted and ran to the door.

"Hey, girly."

"Well, hi, you." Ginny said.

"We've got a proposal. Harry and I. Well, how about you two go shopping and we'll take for a night on the town, tonight." Ron said, as suggestively as possible.

"Is it a date?"

"Um, possibly for her and I, yes, but if Harry wants to call it a date," Ron gritted his teeth on this, "I suppose he can."


"So, you're letting us go shopping? Shopping? Well, I suppose, it's alright. It's just really unusual for you to be doing something of this sort." Hermione looked suspiciously at Ron, "There isn't something you're hiding from, correct?"

"I wouldn't even think of it."

Ginny ran out of the room to go ask Harry. She skipped practically.

"Well, then, Ron, come here."

"Why? Are you gonna hit me?"

"Ron, Ron, Ron, Well, I wouldn't think of it."

"That's what my mother says, before she rounds on me and hits me in the arm. And it hurts." Ron said holding his right arm with his left hand.

"Aw, little Ronniekins is afraid of a girl?"

"I'm not only afraid, I'm terrified, and I have every right. Especially since you have a wand a meter away from your right hand, and that my dear Hermione is scary."

"Is there a point to the obvious?"

"So you will hit me?"

"Never even crossed my bushy haired head."

"Hermione, at this point in time I'm worried."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing."

"You're right, plus, you wouldn't use magic out of school."

"I have." Hermione said looking the other way and twirling her hair with her right index finger.

"Oh, Hermione you are a bad girl." Ron said as he came closer, lifted her off of her feet and then they kissed passionately. Her legs went around his waist.

"Ron, you do realize I won't forgive you from lying." Hermione said after the kiss, and looked him in the eyes. Still up in the air. Their noses were touching.

"Yes, I do. I really do."

"Good." Hermione kissed him on the cheek. She then jumped down. Hermione was going through her drawers. "What should I wear? Hmph, I think jeans, and red halter. Yes, that sounds utterly fashionable."

"I thought the kissing on the cheek was for before dating." Ron flirted.

"If you're lying, I wouldn't even kiss on the cheek."

"Evil, malicious girl."

"Ooh, Ron you used a three syllabled word!"

Ginny had come back and saw the kiss on the cheek thing. "Definitely, Red halter, Herm."

Hermione laughed. "Alright, Ginny. Red halter it is."




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