Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter. Get it? Oh, I also don't own Guys and Dolls. It's a very good musical! That was totally irrelevent to the story!

A/N: This chapie is R/Hr!!! Yay!!! Thank you for reviewing! This is dedicated to the Good Ship R/Hr and my reviewers and friends.

*Chapter 5*

You can't spell Hermione without Ron

Hermione Granger was a smart witch. No one could deny that. Not even Snape. Well, maybe Snape. Hermione Granger was proud of every thing she had ever done. Everything but one: The Yule Ball of her 4th year. She had gone with Viktor Krum and hurt the person she loved most. A certain red head whose temper matched her intellect. His name? Ronald "Git" Weasley. Ronald "Romeo" Weasley. Ronald "Casanova" Weasley. Ronald Weasley.

"Hey 'Mione! Can I copy the last foot of your History of Magic Essay?" Ron asked, one evening in the Gryffindor Common Room, the day after Fred and Angelina had admitted their love for each other.

"Ron! That essay is only a foot long!" Hermione scolded.

"Exactly!! So can I copy that foot long essay of yours then?" pleaded Ron, pouting and putting on a puppy dog face that Hermione had a hard time ignoring.

"Two words, Ronald: NO WAY" Hermione screeched.

"Fine!! I'll go and copy Lavender's then..." Ron said, almost threating Hermione. It was public news that Lavender had a thing for Ron. It was also public news that Seamus liked Lav and that Ron liked Hermione. The odd thing about public news is that the people involved in the before mentioned news, were quite oblivious to these rumours. Ron had only figured out two days prior that Lavender liked him when she sat on his lap in the Great Hall.

Hermione saw red. One of the Seven Deadly Sins overtook her: Jealousy.

"You wouldn't! Lavender is clueless about the History of Nubian Witches and Spies. All she cares about is looking good by wearing twenty different kinds of eyeshadow per day, spending an hour getting ready every morning, and getting every single outfit from the Witch Weekly's Fashion Selection..." she hissed and kept on talking.

Ron loved getting her hyped up. She had a jealousy to match his. He decided to surprise her and stop her ranting and hyperventilating.

"'Mione, will you go to the ball with me?" he asked. The Common Room was filled with second years, Harry, and Lavender (who had just come through the portrait hole.

"...and she uses soooooo many hair accessories and doesn't listen in class and what did you say?" she said, as suddenly the question dawned on her.

"I asked you if you would like to go to the ball with me." Said Ron, praying that she'd say yes.

"RON!!! How could you?" cried out Lavender. Hermione coughed, "Soap Opera star"

"Sorry, Lav, but you're not really my type. I like you well enough as a friend,though. Anyway, Seamus likes you and he'll be much better for you than I could ever be." Ron said very truthfully (and stuttering). He had not wanted to hurt Lavender,but he knew that she'd get over it. She was a very pretty girl and would have no trouble finding a date.

"So, Hermione, what do you say?" Ron turned to Hermione who had been watching the little scene quietly and intently.

"I say...yes...but only if I was the first person you asked. Even though I love you, I'm no ones last resort!" she said warningly.

"You're the first person I asked," Ron assured her. "And did.... did you say you love me?" he asked hoarsly.

Hermione's eyes opened wide. OH NO!!!!!!!!! What have I done! OH, what if he doesn't love me back??? What if he only wanted to go as friends... Ok, I'm just gonna say the truth. Right, okay...

" I said 'I love you', Ron. And I do." She looked down at her Arithmancy book. Why can't Arithmancy solve love problems or shyness?

Ron walked towards her. He gently lifted her chin up with his fingers and looked her in the eyes.

"I love you too, Hermione." He said quietly. Hermione stood up of her chair and flung her arms around Ron's neck. She buried her face in his shoudler as his face was in her hair.

"Yes, Ron," she murmered into his neck.

"Yes? Yes what?" he asked confused.

" Yes. I'll go to the ball with you." And with that Hermione's Romeo kissed his Juliet's forehead.