[A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while.but I've been.er.busy.............yesssss, busy. *nudges body back into closet w/ foot....*jk JK!!! lol Well, anyway I hope you like this chapter...Please R&R...and tell me if you like where I'm going with this...]

Harry and Hermione walked ahead of Ron and Beth towards the restaurant. Ron seemed to have resigned himself to the idea of Harry and Hermione as a 'couple' and was acting like his normal self again.

Hermione looked over shoulder at Ron and Beth. Ron looked uncomfortable in his Muggle clothes. He was wearing baggy jeans and a button-up red shirt. Beth gave him sideways glances every time he tried to adjust his boxers. When she looked away, Ron would always quickly peek at her. She could have easily passed for a Muggle teenager, with her flare jeans and low-cut top.

Hermione grinned and whispered to Harry, "Wouldn't they make a cute couple?" Harry looked over her head. Beth was laughing about something Ron had just said and hit him on the arm. Ron was smiling and seemed to be getting over his shyness. Harry had only seen his friend so caught up in a girl once before, when part-veela Fleur Delacour had visited Hogwarts during their 4th year.

"Yeah they would. Think it'll happen?" Hermione thought for a minute. "I dunno', I mean I hope it will, but- Beth's got a lot going on with her family. And she has to go back after the summer...."

"Let's just keep our fingers crossed." Harry whispered as they reached the restaurant and Beth and Ron caught up with them. Ron was arguing light- heartedly with Beth, "I still don't understand why we had to wear Muggle clothes to go to Bella Noche, its wizarding isn't it?"

"Yes," she rolled her eyes, "but we're going dancing afterwards, and THAT'S a Muggle place, jeez."

"Oh." Ron crossed his arms. Beth put her arm around him, "Aw, no pouting!" Ron looked at her arm around his shoulders and looked at Harry and Hermione. Hermione was giggling and Harry was grinning. Ron's ears turned red.

"This way young sirs and Mademoiselles." The waiter led them to their table. Candles were floating in a circle around the table. Harry pulled out a chair for Hermione. She sat down and set her napkin in her lap. Ron sat down next to Harry and then smacked his forehead when the waiter pulled out a chair for Beth.

"For lovely mademoiselle," he said gallantly kissing Beth's hand as she sat down. Beth looked violated, but she managed a slight smile as he walked away.

She shuddered and wiped her hand on the table cloth. "Ew." Ron perked up a bit.

-:- After Dinner-:-

Beth burped as she set her fork down. Then she covered her mouth, embarrassed. Ron and Harry laughed. Hermione raised her eyebrows at her cousin. Beth shrugged, "Sorry. It happens...."

Harry helped Hermione out of her seat and led her to the door. Ron took the cue and did the same. He offered Beth his hand and helped her out of her chair. Beth smiled at him. When he'd helped her up, he didn't let go of her hand. Beth looked down at their interlaced fingers. She wasn't entirely sure if Ron liked her or not, or if he'd simply had too much Fire-whiskey.

But Ron hadn't had any Fire-whiskey, Beth reminded herself. Harry and Hermione met Beth and Ron outside of the restaurant.

"Ok, so we'll apparate there first. Wait, we're going to.." Hermione looked at Beth, the curator of this little excursion.

"P3." Hermione looked at Beth questioningly. "But that's in San-" Beth shook her head, "Hey, we're not going to America, my mom opened a branch here in London. Really, it should be called P3 II."

"Alright, see you guys there." Harry and Hermione Disapparated with a simultaneous pop.

Beth sat down on the ledge of a fountain outside Bella Noche. "We should wait a while," she said to Ron, patting the ledge beside her. It had gotten dark while they'd been in the restaurant and the sky was shining with stars. There was a faint sound of twinkling as drops of water from the fountain splashed behind them.

Beth put her head in her hands. "What's it like, being the best mate of the Boy-Who-Lived?"

Ron looked at her; the light from the streetlamp was shining on her face, casting shadows across her eyes. "I don't know, I guess it's alright. I'm just a little put out, because now he has Mione and he'll probably tell her everything now. But my situation can't be much different from yours. What's it like being the daughter of a Charmed one?"

Beth closed her eyes. "Mm, I can't really describe it. The first memory I have of my mother is her blasting a demon apart. I guess that's pretty much what my life was like, my mom and aunts saved the day, everyday and then my dad came home and healed everyone. Kye was always there for me though, his real name is Wyatt you know."

Ron nodded, "Yeah, isn't he basically the American version of Harry?"

"Mm-hm, rid the world of evil, become a hero, that's my family." "That sucks." Ron was looking at a firefly. Beth watched him as he caught it in his hand. Then he turned to her, his hand glowing lightly from the insect inside it.

"Wanna' see a neat trick?" he asked. Beth smiled, "Sure." Ron whispered something into his hand. When he opened his fingers, Beth gasped; in the center of his palm was a tiny flower. It's center was golden and glowing, but its petals were snow white.

"It's so cute...." Beth reached out to hold it, but Ron held it back. He shook his head and put it lightly in her hair. When it touched her head, the flower blossomed and vines snaked their way through Beth's hair.

Ron watched Beth's eyes tear up; she smiled at him and took his hand. "We should go.." They orbed together to P3.

-:- Meanwhile-:-

Harry and Hermione Apparated a little ways away from P3. Looking around, all they could see were neon flashing lights.

"We must be in the 'cool part' of London," Harry joked, leading Hermione into P3. When they got in line, Hermione took Harry's hand.

"So what are we exactly?" she asked, toying with her necklace nervously. Harry was taken aback by this question. He'd assumed that they were just a couple, but he realized that he'd never actually ASKED Hermione to be his girlfriend.

Harry looked at Hermione, 'She's so gorgeous,' he thought to himself. Then he had an idea. "Wanna see a neat trick?" he asked her. She nodded, and Harry reached into his pocket. He pulled out his Quidditch ring. Hermione raised one eyebrow.

"Quidditch?" she asked skeptically. Harry shushed her. Then he whispered a transfiguration spell into his cupped hand. The ring immediately shrunk, and the Quidditch inscriptions disappeared. In their place, in a scrawling hand that greatly resembled Harry's own, one word appeared.

Always.

Harry slipped this onto Hermione's finger, "Be my girlfriend?" Hermione smiled and looked at her hand; the ring caught the light and reflected the word Always in Hermione's eyes. She bit her lip, "Well..now I don't know, friends with benefits did sound PRETTY tempting." Laughing she threw her arms around Harry's neck. "Of course," she whispered.

Harry was ecstatic. He picked his new girlfriend up and twirled her around, completely forgetting that they were outside a Muggle club. Setting Hermione down, he pointed his finger at her, "Now, that's a promise ring, and I mean every word on it. All one of them."

Hermione nodded contentedly, staring at her finger. Thanks to impeccably bad timing, Ron and Beth orbed in right then, and thanks to horrible aim, Beth landed on top of Harry.

"Oof." She muttered as she landed, knocking Harry down and sending his glasses askew. Ron was still holding her hand tightly, and helped her up. Beth looked down at a stunned Harry. "Sorry there Harry, I'm still not perfect with landings," she blushed. Hermione was eyeing Ron and Beth's still intertwined hands.

Beth looked down and blushed even brighter, hastily dropping Ron's hand. Ron frowned, and glared at Hermione.

Beth looked around, "So guys, ready to go in?" Harry nodded, and Hermione took Beth's arm. "I have to show you something....Not now, when we get inside." Beth nodded, giving her cousin a questioning glance.

Beth led the way to the front of the line. A bouncer was standing next to the door holding a clipboard. Beth saw him and ran over, "Frank? Hey!" she hugged him. He smiled underneath his dark sunglasses (which he was wearing even at 9:30 at night...), "Hi Beth, these your friends? Go right on in."

Beth released him from her death grip and waved her friends into her mother's club. Frank stopped Ron before he got in. "You. You're the one, Piper told me about you..Take care of her, ok? She means a lot, to a lot of people."

Ron looked at Frank sideways, "Muggle?" Frank shook his head, "Nah, Squib."

Beth stuck her head out the door, "Ron? What are you doing? C'mon we got a table, but I want to DANCE!"

She grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him into the crowded club. A disco ball was spinning on the ceiling and couples were dancing everywhere. Beth shouted over the blasting music, "Don't let go of my hand, you'd get lost in this..." Smiling Ron happily obliged, clutching Beth's hand tightly.

Finally they reached the table where Harry and Hermione sat. They looked up smiling. Harry mouthed something to Ron, it looked like, 'Hot girl, but mine's better-'but Ron couldn't tell exactly.

Hermione leaned in towards Harry, "Let's dance," she whispered. Harry was surprised that he could hear her whisper, the club was so loud. Clinking glasses, shouts, and blaring music filled the air.

They got up from the table and walked into the crowd. Beth saw something glint on Hermione's hand, but didn't think too much of it.

Ron leaned closer and toyed with the flower he'd put in Beth's hair. "Thought you wanted to dance," he muttered nervously. Beth grinned.

"I do. Let's go." She dragged Ron into the dance floor, immediately Ron regretted saying anything. He'd never danced anything besides slow songs before and was completely lost. Beth started to dance in circles around him. "C'mon," she mouthed. Ron was just about to open his mouth and admit that he couldn't dance when the music stopped.

Looking around, Beth edged closer to Ron, "What's wrong?" her eyes were wide and questioning. Ron's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "I- well, you see I-."

Beth sighed, "Nervous?" Ron nodded furiously. "Need some extra confidence?" He kept nodding. Beth looked around, and put her arms around his neck, and bit her lip nervously. "Ok, well I know two ways that I can help, either I teach you to dance Muggle-style, OR, you can get surprised."

Ron shrugged, "Whatever floats your boat." Beth laughed, and threw her head back. Her eyes danced with fun and she couldn't stop smiling, "That's my boy, talking like an American already. For that, you get both."

Grinning she pulled his arms around her waist. "Ok, now basically you just move to the music." Ron blushed, he'd never been so close to a girl before, well, willingly at least. Beth closed her eyes and laid her head on Ron's shoulder. He had a perfect guy-y-smell to him. [Girls, you know what I'm talking about, the good guy smell, not the sweaty nasty smell lol. Some guys just have it naturally.] He smelled like Zest soap and cherry coke, his new favorite Muggle drink.

Ron scooted closer to his dancing partner. She smelled good too. {She smelled like freshly cut flowers over a babbling brook with a hint of lemon}. [Lmao, jk jk guys.sorry if you don't get that part, it's kind of an inside joke.haha]

Then he remembered, "So, what's my surprise?" he asked teasingly, slowly but surely breaking away from his shyness. Beth sighed, "Oh darn," she said sarcastically, "I thought you'd forget...." Ron shook his head, "Nope, mind like a steel trap..." just as he was about to tap his 'steel trap' Beth leaned up and kissed him firmly on the lips.

Ron opened his eyes in shock, it was only his second kiss ever, and his first had been a sore disappointment. The previous year, as he and Harry had gotten off of the train at King Station, Luna Lovegood had run up behind them, grabbed his face and planted a sloppy wet one on him. When she'd finally stopped, she ran off screaming, "I claim this Weasley for the land of England!"

Beth's kiss was nothing like Luna's. Her lips were soft and when she pulled away, she looked so happy, so content, whereas Luna had just looked insane. "Wow," was all Ron could say as Beth pulled her arms away from him.

"Wow indeed," a drawling voice said from behind Ron. Beth's face fell as she recognized who it was.

"I never thought I'd see the day Weasel. YOU kissing a hot girl, what a shocker, honestly I thought the Fire-whiskey was finally getting to me." Ron stiffened as Draco's words hit his ears. Beth pulled at Ron's arm, "Please Ron, let's go..Just ignore him, he's drunk.."

But Draco grabbed Beth's arm, "Oh I think not young lady, I can't let Weasley here have all the fun now can I?" He spun her around and pulled her to his chest. Beth squirmed in Draco's arms and Ron shot daggers at his rival.

"Get lost Weasley," Draco sneered as Ron took a step forward, "I mean it, I'll hex her if you don't. Go run to Potty or Mudblood if you don't believe me." He had his wand pointed at Beth's head. Beth turned around to Ron, "Just go Ron." Her voice cracked at his name and she turned back to Draco, letting him slip his hands around her.

"Beth..." She ignored him. Draco tried to kiss her neck but she snapped back, "Kiss me and I swear you won't ever have children." Draco laughed wickedly, "Ah yes, I do love 'em fiery." Ron walked away from Beth and Draco and went back to their table.

Beth circled around with Draco until the song ended. "Ok, you had your fun, I'm leaving," but Draco wouldn't relent. He grabbed her arm again, and Beth squeaked in pain. His fingers left bruise marks around her wrist. "Ow...Draco you're hurting me."

"Sorry hun, but you're not leaving till I've tasted a Squib.." He leaned closer to Beth, his breath reeked of alcohol and his eyes were glazed over. Beth recoiled and spat in his face. Draco slapped her hard across the face. Then he grabbed the back of her neck and forced her lips against his. Beth's scream was muffled as Draco forced his tongue into her mouth.

She raised her leg and kneed him in the balls. Draco fell to the ground in pain and rolled around. Beth ran to Ron with tears running down her face. "C'mon, let's go..Where're Harry and Mione?" Ron shrugged his shoulders, much as he hated to see Beth cry, he couldn't get the image of her dancing with Draco out of his mind, and her words, "Just go Ron...."

Draco began to hobble lopsidedly over towards Beth and Ron. Beth pleaded with Ron, "Please, Ron...I can't stay, he'll...he'll hurt me, I know he will. And he can't know I'm a witch.." Ron looked at her eyes, they were streaming with tears and he couldn't bear it.

"OK, but one thing, why did you kiss me?" Beth looked behind her, Draco was gone. "Because I like you..and well, I've been having these dreams-" Ron's eyes widened....'My dream.' he thought to himself, she's the girl.

"Wha-?" Ron started but he was jerked out of his seat by Harry. "Ron, Beth, sorry to break this lovely love fest up, but we have to go. Now, Malfoy and his cronies are here." Hermione was toying with something on her finger, but stopped when Beth looked over at her.

Ron nodded at Harry and he and Hermione left. Ron took Beth's hand, "Dreams?" But Beth shook her head, "Not here." And she orbed them both out of the club.