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The five of them were bumping along the streets of LA in Charlie's blue Volvo.  Charlie swore that he knew where he was going, but Hermione was sure that they had driven past the same drug store four times.

"Are you sure you know where the Wizarich district is?"  Hermione asked, "I read in 101 Magical Places to Shop in LA that the entrance is at the back of a candy store called "The Sugar High" near Rodeo Drive."

"I know that.  I just don't quite remember where it is.  Its not visible from the street, remember?  You have to walk directly past it to find the door."  Charlie explained, doing another U turn.

"Then why don't you park the car and we'll start walking?"  Hermione said, wondering why Charlie was being so spacey.

"Oh, Great idea!" Charlie said, pulling into a spot. 

Charlie really had no clue where to go.  He had only been shopping there twice before.  Hermione sensed this, so she let her female shopping instinct lead her to mall.

"It's that way!  I can smell it!  And there's a sale going on!" She cried out.

They walked for only five minutes before Hermione led them directly to the candy store entrance.  It was a white building with black trim that materialized between two very high end boutiques. "The Sugar High" was very modern and sleek with colorful window displays.  To be honest, they had been expecting a run down building like the Leaky Cauldron in England.  Everything about this place looked expensive.

Ron ran up to walk next to Hermione.  "How did you know where it was, Hermione?"  he asked in awe. 

Ron opened the door for her and closed it behind them.  Charlie, Harry, and Ginny were walking far behind them.

"Instinct.  Ron, do you know what that is?"  She said mockingly, looking into Ron's bewilderingly cute eyes.  It was getting harder for her to remember what she wanted to say.

"Um, yeah, I know what that is.  It's the little voice in your head that tells you what's right and wrong."  Ron said. He too was having difficulty looking in her eyes and thinking at the same time.

"No, Ron, that's your conscience.  Instinct is like a little impulse that you get that tells you what you should be doing.  You should trust yours sometimes see what happens."

Ron averted his eyes to look at a candy display.  It was dawning on him, but he was still a little nervous.  He wondered what would happen to their friendship if she didn't feel the same way.  What if he had misinterpreted her meaning?  What if he only believed this because he wanted to, not because it was what she meant?  But now he couldn't look at her without wanting to act on his trusty instinct to jump out and kiss her on the spot.

"Ron, I mean it.  If you feel something, you should do it."  Hermione continued.  She didn't want to hint anymore, though.  She really wanted Ron to figure out that there was something between them on his own.  She was also a little embarrassed that she had put herself on the line like that.  What if Ron had no clue how she felt?  Or worse,what if he really didn't like her?  Hermione was feeling a little sick thinking about that, she had to get away.  She couldn't be just friendly with Ron anymore.

But Ron got the whole message this time.  He looked at Hermione, who now had her back turned and was looking at a display of Oddballs, which was some sort of American chocolate candy that bounced around in your mouth.  "She really does like me.  I've got to go for it." He thought. 

Ron put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and, smiling, she turned her head to look at him. He was aware at how close they were standing together.  It took Ron a second to find words.   "Hermione, um…I, um…you are so beautiful, do you know that?"

Hermione blushed; Ron had never called her beautiful before!  Was he kidding, did he forget about her bushy hair?  No, she banished those second thoughts from her mind, he means it!  He was finally going to ask her out!  She didn't talk; instead she waited for more of his words to come.

But as luck would have it, at that moment, Charlie, Harry, and Ginny walked into the store, laughing at some story Charlie was telling, "So then, I said, 'get your own turtle food…'" he stopped telling his story, disappointed that he had interrupted what looked like a very important moment.

Ron didn't continue speaking.  He was a little grateful for the interruption, because he was stumbling here.  He had no clue how to ask Hermione out.  However,  he  was mostly disappointed that he had been interrupted the first time he had the confidence to say this to Hermione.  He had been on a roll! So, both he and Hermione had very disappointed looks on their faces when they turned and saw them entering the store.

Harry and Ginny stared in amazement at what was finally happening for them.  Harry had his suspicions about Ron and Hermione, but unlike Ginny, he had never been told about it directly.  His two best friends!  Who would have put them together?  Where does that leave Harry?

Ginny caught Hermione's eye and winked.  She remembered her promise to help Hermione, and said, "Charlie, Harry, I am in a hurry to look at the Quadpot window displays at the sporting goods store.  I think we should go there right now."

"Er, ok, Ginny."  Harry said. He was eager to get away from the glares Hermione was shooting at them.

"Right, Hermione and Ron, you two can meet us later, when you are, finished, er, uh, buying candy."  Charlie said.

Charlie, Ginny, and Harry walked past Ron and Hermione, who were now pretending to read prices on various chocolate bars until they were alone again.

Charlie led Harry and Ginny into a room behind the display of Flying Fudge.  The room was completely empty.  The walls were bright white, just like the rest of the store.  The thing that made this room stand out was the fact that techno music was blaring.  They looked around to see where the noise was coming from, but the sound system was magically invisible.

"Alright, now I remember this part."  Charlie shouted over the noise, "The way to get past the barrier into the Wizarich district is to dance. Once you've gotten your groove on, that wall will crumble."  He said, pointing to the wall opposite from the door they came in through.

"Alright, bust a move!" Ginny shouted, as she started to recklessly flail her arms around her and move her hips along to the rhythm.   

Needless to say, Harry found Ginny's uninhibited dancing very intriguing to watch.  He starting moving his shoulders to the beat, but he wasn't as enthusiastic about it as Ginny and Charlie.  He was too worried about looking stupid in front of Ginny.  He kept glancing at her nervously and he wasn't really focusing on his dance moves.

Charlie was busting out all his old disco moves.  Ginny and Charlie had their groove on. They were having so much fun, not caring what they looked like.  Harry was the only self conscious one.  After a few minutes with the barrier still sealed, Charlie said, "Alright, which one of you is not getting into the groove?"

"It's not me!  I'm having a blast!" Ginny cried as she switched from shaking her hips to jumping up and down.

"Harry, don't keep your feet still!  You need to loosen up or we'll never go shopping!" Charlie screamed, as he picked up from where he left off, doing the sprinkler.

"I'm trying!  I just don't dance well!"  Harry yelled over the noise.

"Well then just jump around like I'm doing! It's so much fun!" Ginny cried, "I haven't danced in ages!"

Harry followed their advice, and soon he was having a blast.  Flailing his arms and legs around like there was no tomorrow.

Soon they heard a great crash.

They stopped dancing and saw that one wall had completely crumbled.  As they climbed over the rubble, a voice from the invisible speaker said, "Welcome the Wizarich District.  Have a blast."

"Oh I will!" Ginny shouted, to herself more than to anyone in particular.  Dancing was such a great way to get pumped up.  Ginny smiled thinking about how silly Harry looked while he was dancing.  Harry had never been particular goofy around her before.  He was always so serious.  "Harry, when you let go you got some nice moves!"  She called to him.

Harry, who was still bobbing his head to the beat, replied, "Not as nice as yours!"

 Ginny laughed, thinking nothing more of his remark than the fact that it was both true and very nice of him to say.  "I should hang out with Harry more often.  He's a fun guy." She thought.

"That dance room! Such a great idea!  It puts shoppers into a great mood.  Happy shoppers buy more."  Charlie said.

Ginny and Harry didn't reply because they were too overwhelmed at the sight of a gigantic glittering main street that had opened up before them... 

Meanwhile, back in "The Sugar Rush"….

"Hermione, like I was saying before, you are so beautiful and smart, and um, well, we've been friends for a long time, and I really like you.  I mean, more than like a friend, and well, I was wondering if, um, you would like to be my girlfriend?" Ron said, very quickly immediately after Charlie, Harry and Ginny had disappeared from view.  He felt he had to say it quickly or he would lose his nerve. 

Hermione's eyes lit up and she threw her arms around him, hugging him tight.  She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Ron! Oh, Ron!  I thought you'd never ask!" Hermione whispered.

"So, is that a yes?"  Ron asked, smiling, as he put his arms around her.
Hermione was so happy.  Ron had asked her!  She wouldn't have to run away to library whenever she found Ron too irresistible. She wouldn't have to cry alone anymore when she was teased.  Ron would look out for her!  Ron would be there. "Of course it's a yes!"  Hermione said, right before she did what she had been waiting to do for so long. 

Hermione ran one hand through Ron's amazing red hair, and kissed him.