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Harry grabbed his wand. He mouthed, "Good luck", to Ron as he disappeared in a flash.

Suddenly Harry found himself in Ron Weasley's living room. Ron gave invited Harry to stay the night while he was with Hermione at Harry's apartment. George was sitting on Ron's couch with his feet up on the coffee table. He was reading an issue of Quidditch Weekly which had a photo of his youngest brother on the cover.

"George, what are you doing here?"

"Well, Fred had to go home for dinner with Angelina and the triplets. I am supposed to find what happens at the dinner date," George grinned, "because...ah…we made some bets with some…um… Hogwarts Alumni."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Any bets on Ginny and I?" Harry gave him a pointed look.

"No, mate. Why would we do that?" George had his nose in Quidditch Weekly, which was now upside down, reading it very attentively.

Harry chuckled to himself. He knew Fred and George better than that. 

Harry sat down in the chair across from George. "I wonder when Ron will get back."

George slowly lowered the magazine. A slow grin spread across his face. "Want to make this interesting?"

"Do you like to make everything interesting?" Harry cried.

Suddenly the door was flung open a hyper Fred rush in with Ginny in tow.

"What did I miss? What happened?" A hyper Fred raced around the room. 

"We don't know. I escaped when Hermione arrived," Harry said "And we can't listen in or anything. Dumbledore has every kind of alarm and curse on that place."

"Yeah, we know about that we tried to listen to that big argument that you and Ginny had a few months after you guys broke up." George ran a hand through his red hair.   

Ginny stared long and hard at her brothers, "How dare you do that to us! Don't-"

"Oops!" George grimaced.

"Ah, George. Aren't you hungry? Let's go see if we can actually find any food in Ron's kitchen." Fred grabbed his brother for dear life. They both ran to the kitchen pass the seething Ginny.

"Oh…those two. They drive me mad." Ginny flopped herself down on the sofa beside Harry.

 "I know, but they couldn't have been able to hear anything. Thank Goodness," Harry groaned.

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Hermione put her coat and bag down in the corner of Harry's charming living room. It had been a long hard day at work and she would be glad to get some of her favorite spaghetti into her. She heard faint sound of the kitchen door.

"Oh, Harry. Thanks so much for dinner," she stared at the picture of Harry, Ron and her at Hogwarts. I wonder what Ron looks like now. Even more handsome then before, I suppose. I should have gone out with him when I had the chance.

Ron glanced at her back and quickly put the bread on the dinner table.

"No problem, Hermione," Ron rushed back in to the kitchen to get the rest of the food.

Hermione was startled by that voice. At the sound of it she stood up straight. It couldn't be, she thought, I'm imagining things. Walking like a zombie she headed towards the kitchen. When she opened the door she could help but gasp. Ron Weasley was over the stove dishing out spaghetti in Harry's kitchen.

"Hey, Hermione," Ron said causally, "What did you want to drink?"

Hermione just stood there gaping at him. Ron looked older and more handsome if that was possible. He still had that wonderful ruggedly handsome look that she always adored. And his body was more filled out. Don't you even think about that, Hermione, she said to herself, mental trying to get the image of a naked Ron out of her dirty mind. 

Ron, who was finally done dishing out the spaghetti, walked passed her with the plates. A smirk was planted on his face. He had never seen Hermione so thunderstruck, or so beautiful. As he reentered the kitchen Ron tried not to look at Hermione too much. She was more gorgeous then he remembered. And a lot sexier. Her coffee brown hair still was a nice dark chocolate brown. It was straighter and much more tame. And the eyes still had that brown fire to them.  

Ron opened the fridge, "I have red wine, white wine, orange juice, pumpkin juice, water, lemonade and butterbeer."

"Where is Harry?" Hermione had somewhat recovered from the big shock.      

"Oh, he had to go to Azkaban. An emergency. Apparently some death eaters tried to escape."

"And you're here because?" Hermione tapped her foot on the hardwood floor as she folded her arms across her chest. Not a good sign, Ron reflected

"Well, I stopped by to return a book of his. He was making you dinner. But then Percy appeared in the fire and called him away. He didn't want to disappoint you. Harry knows how much you love his spaghetti. So he asked me to finish the meal and have dinner with you and anyway I agreed and here we are."

"A book? You?" Hermione asked with disbelief.

"Yeah, about Quidditch. Anyway, I thought that we could have a nice dinner, talk about old times and the last five years." Ron poured two glasses white wine pausing to raise his eyebrows at her in a questioning matter.

What the heck, Hermione thought. I'll get to have dinner with a good looking guy and have wine and my favorite spaghetti. I can growl at him over dinner about the owls that he never answered. God, he looks so hot. Get a grip on yourself, girl, Hermione shouted to herself in her brain.

"Okay, Ron. But just remember if there's no mention in the Daily Prophet about the Azkaban escapes tomorrow, then the two of you are in big trouble." And she turned on her hell and stalked off to the dining room.

As Hermione spoke Ron's face went white. He made a metal note to contact Percy soon and quickly gathered his wits and followed her to the dinning room.

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George and Fred quietly argued in Ron's rarely ever used kitchen.

"Come on, this is the chance that we have been waiting for. They are here. Both aren't seeing anyone. They both clearly have feelings for one another." George grinned at his twin. "Jeez, Fred. Angelina really has you on a tight rope. Five years ago you wouldn't have to think about it at all."

"But, George," Fred pulled the butterbeers from the fridge. "I just pointed out that I don't want to see the effects of a drunken love potion on my only sister and a guy who is like a brother to us. I mean we haven't tested the hearts all that much."

"Didn't you and Angelina test out the potion and you proclaimed that it was the sex you ever had?"

"Yeah, it was," Fred grinned sheepishly and blushed the 'Weasley blush'. "Okay, help me add the cinnamon hearts to the drinks."

To be continued…