Ron came home thoroughly confused. He threw himself onto the sofa.
Why had he lied to her? Why had he told her that he cared for her? It was true that he didn't want to hurt her. He promised to write to her even though he truly didn't want to. All he truly wanted was for Harry to drop dead, Mandy to move and leave him alone forever, and for Hermione to care for him, as much as he cared for her. All he wanted was Hermione.
"WHO WAS SHE?" Mrs. Weasley shouted.
"A friend, like I told you before."
"Ronald Weasley!" She scowled, "Tell me the truth."
"I already have!"
"RONALD WEASLEY!" She repeated herself using a booming stentorian voice, "TELL ME THE TRUTH."
"She likes me, mum. There, happy?"
"Don't you dare hurt her, boy. Your father and hers are good friends, you know. They work at the ministry. And about your other friends, the best thing is to forgive and forget." She walked off.
"I hate how she knows everything." He trudged upstairs.
Ron grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill the moment he got to his room. He scribbled "Come by sometime tomorrow. Sweet Dreams, Ron" on the parchment and sent it off the Mandy. Pig, Ron's owl, (Ron thought of his owl as merely a hyper ball of feathers) was pleased to have an errand.
Ron went to bed that night, after a hot shower, and was still unable to sort his feelings. He woke up, more tired than he had been when he had gone to bed. He rubbed his sunken eyes, and stared at his ceiling again. Maybe if his room got bigger he wouldn't want to be dead. Ron dragged his feet downstairs, hoping to get a hot breakfast.
Something was thrown over his head, and he felt hands beneath him as he was lifted off the ground. He was too tired to struggle. "Let them kill me" he thought, "It will make this all easier."
"You didn't even struggle." George said, dropping Ron onto Fred's bed.
"Bloody hell! What do you want from me?"
"Who was that pretty girl? And what did she want with you."
"Hey, what is that supposed to mean!"
"I said what I said..." Fred mumbled.
"The point is," George smiled, "What is going on?"
Ron didn't want to tell them. They would ruin him. Fred and George would tear him to shreds. They would torment him for ages.
"She's just a girl." Ron said.
"Well, why are you with her?" Fred laughed.
"Because."
"If you don't tell us... We will test the new formula for puking pastilles, the fever frosties, and fainting fancies on none other than you." George smiled.
Ron winced at the thought of those deserts. Fred and George were starting a jokeshop in Diagon Alley and these deserts were only a few of the many that belongs to the Skiving Snackboxes, the twins' way of getting students out of class.
"To make Harry and Hermione angry." Ron burst out.
"Why? What did they ever do to you?" Fred inquired.
"Try not writing to me! Maybe, my best friend asked Hermione out without telling me!" Ron said, exasperated.
"Woah." Fred and George said together.
"Yeah, and then Mandy came up out of nowhere, all bubbly and into me. I had all intentions of brushing her off and then I saw Hermione and Harry together, holding hands, and I flipped. I just went with it. One thing led to another and after kissing her I couldn't just jump out of it."
"You kissed her?" Fred gasped.
"Yeah. Only to get on Harry's and Hermione's nerves. It worked." Ron said simply.
"You don't like her one bit?"
"I barely even know her!" Ron protested.
"Then why don't you dump her?"
"Can't."
"Why?" George asked.
"Dunno... I just can't."
"You better pull yourself together, little bro." Fred said.
"Tell me something that I don't know." Ron said, shooting Fred a nastily look. "I should-"
But what Ron should do, Fred and George would never find out. Loud yelling erupted from the kitchen. Ron couldn't make out what Mrs. Weasley was shouting, but he was positive that the muggles down the road would be able to hear her. Fred, Ron, and George shot downstairs in attempt to hear what was going on.
"Of course, I don't blame you Harry, dear," They heard her say, "I think it's just best if you both left now."
Mrs. Weasley's face was red, her ears darker than cherries. She tucked her hair behind her ear, taking a deep gulp of air, in attempt to calm down.
"Mrs. Weasley, let me talk to him." Hermione said calmly.
"Please," Harry added quickly.
Mrs. Weasley pointed to the door.
"But, we need to see him!" Hermione said, not moving an inch.
Ron jumped over the banister, "Happy now?" He said.
"Ron!" Hermione rushed over to him. "We need to talk to you. You need to understand-"
"Don't have time now." He said pushing her away. He got a bottle of pumpkin juice and drank it all in one shot, "I'm on my way out."
"Can't you spare a second?" Hermione pleaded.
"What could you have to possibly say to me?" Ron said smoothly.
"We'd rather speak to you in private." Harry mumbled.
"Whatever you need to say to me, you can say in front of my brothers and mum."
"Ron." Hermione bit her lip, "Please."
She was so beautiful. Her brown eyes begging him, begging him to stay for a moment. Begging to be heard for just one minute. He loved her, he really did. But so did Harry. And he was the one that Hermione had chosen. They were standing in front of him holding hands. He felt hate run through him again.
"Fine." Ron said, giving up. He led them outside, closing the kitchen door behind him. Ron looked down and saw three extendable ears go under the door. Extable ears were also creations for the jokeshop, they were used to eavesdrop and Ron's mother had always protested the use of them.
"Looks like Molly Weasley has finally given in." he muttered under his breath. He turned to Harry and Hermione.
"What?"
"This is how it happened," Harry said quickly, "Hermione was staying at Headquarters. I was still really upset about Sirius and she was there. I didn't realize how much I cared for until I realized that she could have died that night. Ron, I love her." Harry frowned.
"We were going to tell-" Hermione started.
"Really? When?" Ron said, interrupting.
"Yesterday, it's why we had come to Diagon Alley." Harry said, sounding annoyed.
"Is that so?"
"Yes." Hermione said pleadingly.
"I wonder.... How would you have been able to tell me? I mean, Harry's tongue was so far down your throat... I think it would have been impossible for either of you to talk."
"Ron, don't be like this." Hermione said tears forming in her eyes. "If you liked me so much, you should have said something-"
"Why? So you could have crushed me?"
"I wouldn't have-"
"Who're you lying to? Me? Or yourself?"
"Ron, please, you're our best friend, and we're sorry! We should have said something before." Hermione said, crying.
"You're clearly overreacting!" Harry shouted.
Ron didn't know what came over him. Maybe it was the constant reference of "we" or maybe because he just hated them both so much right now. Fists were flying and he could hear Hermione's terrified, screaming protests. His clenched fist collided with Harry's nose. Ron could see Harry's glasses go flying off. Ron could feel pain all over, from Harry hitting him. Each time Ron felt a sting of pain he'd hit back; ten times harder, ten times faster. Ron felt Harry's fist pound his chin. Ron bit his top lip; he could feel it bleeding. He took a moment to take in the pain. He paused for that crucial moment to soak in the hurt and evaluate it and be able to hit Harry harder. Before he could lunge back at Harry, Ron could feel gentle hands pulling him away. He had blood on his hands. Whether it was his or Harry's he couldn't tell anymore. He glared over at Harry as Hermione cleaned up his bloody nose. He turned to see who had pulled him away, and for a moment, with the sun blaring behind her, he thought she was an angel.
"Ron! Are you all right?" Mandy asked, pulling him to his feet, "What's going on?"
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"You told me to come in the owl you sent. Now what's going on?!"
"Nothing, lets get out of here."
"Ron." Mandy said looking him in the eyes, "Don't do stuff like this." She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket, and began moping up his bleeding lip, "I don't want to see you hurt. You better than a fight, Ronald Weasley. I know that you know that. You're more civilized than that. You're worth more than a few swings. Hasn't anyone ever told you that?"
"No." He replied truthfully.
"Well, now I have. You're worth more than a fight. But, I have to say, you were beating the bloody snot out of him." She winked playfully, "But this is the hard part, I really want you to apologize-"
"I am NOT apologizing to that oaf!"
"You don't have to now; it would be better if you did- but you don't have to. But you do have to be the adult about this. Promise me that after you cool off, you'll tell him your sorry. Fighting won't solve it, sweetie. Just try talking to them once this blows over some."
He hadn't asked her for advice. He didn't want to be told what to do but, what Mandy was saying made sense.
"You're amazing. Has anyone told you that before?"
"No." She blushed, "But thank you for noticing."
"Way to be humble." Ron said under his breath.
"Aren't I great?" She laughed.
"You haven't any idea." Ron smiled, "I think have to take care of something."
"Harry! Wait up!" He called, chasing Hermione and Harry, who where about to leave.
"HARRY!" Ron bellowed as he caught up with them.
Harry looked terrible. He had a black eye and his nose was still bleeding freely.
"I'm sorry, mate." Ron smiled feebly, raising his blood stained hand to shake Harry's. Harry said nothing. He raised his hand and shook Ron's without complaint.
"I deserved that."
"Yeah, yeah you really did."
"So everything is okay now?" Hermione said hopefully.
"Yes, Hermione everything is fine. Mandy!" Ron shouted, "Mandy, get over here!"
She walked over to them gracefully, "Hi." She waved.
"You've heard of Harry, and this is Hermione."
"I'm-"
"Mandy Brocklehurst, I know." Hermione said quietly, "You're the only one that got a higher score than me on our Transfiguration exams last year."
"Guess I did." She blushed a bit embarrassed at it, taking Ron's hand, "Let's get you two cleaned up. I'm sure that there is something inside to stop your nose from bleeding, Harry."
The four of them went inside. After Harry and Ron cleaned up, they plopped themselves onto the bed in Ron's room, next to Mandy and Hermione.
They spend some time talking about simple things: weather, quidditch, and Hermione and Mandy went on talking about "movies".
"Mandy, are you muggle born?" Ron asked curiously.
"No, not at all. I'm pure blood. Although I'd hate to admit it. There are some people that make being a pure blood disgraceful-"
"If your talking about Malfoy, you don't need to be discreet about it." Harry interupted.
"Fine then, people like the Malfoy's make being a pure blood hell. Besides, the only reason I know anything about muggles is that my father is obsessed with them. He collects weird little muggle things and we go to movies all the time."
"Bet your mum and siblings love that." Hermione said innocently.
"Actually, my brother doesn't like it as much as I do. And-" She took a deep breath, "And my mum is dead."
There was a long, akward silence.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Hermione said in horror.
"It's quite all right. I mean, I never really knew her. I was little when she died. She was an auror, Death Eaters tortured her and when she wouldn't reveal to them any information they wanted..." Her sweet voice died in her throat.
"Mandy, I'm so sorry." Ron said, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"I told you guys already that it didn't matter."
But the look in her eyes betrayed her.
"Blimey, look at the time!" Harry said jumping up, "I was supposed to get home an hour ago!"
"Excuse me?" Hermione said sternly.
"Sorry, 'Mione, I didn't mean to-"
"Be so irresponsible?"
"Yes."
"Harry James Potter! If I didn't love you so much, I'd kill you."
Her words cracked in the air like a whip and she gave a simple wave to Ron and Mandy, "They're going to kill us! You never told me we had curfew! Goodness sake, it's only seven!"
She grabbed Harry's wrist and dragged him downstairs to leave.
"Insane, aren't they?" Ron asked.
"What fun would anyone be if they weren't insane to a certain degree?"
"Hey!" Ron laughed, "That's from [I][b]Insane Beaters of the 1960's[/b][/i]!!"
"You read that?" Mandy said in awe, "I didn't know anyone besides my brother who's read that!"
"Now you do." Ron smiled.
"What music do you listen to?" She asked flipping her hair.
"Some muggle stuff and the Weird Sisters..." Ron said, hoping he had answered correctly.
"I listen to some muggles too: Train, Maroon 5, Coldplay, Switchfoot, O.A.R., Matchbox 20... Music like that."
"That exactly what I listen to!" Ron said, inching closer to her.
Mandy leaned in, "It feels so crazy and wonderful."
"What does?"
"To finally get what you've always wanted."
"I'm happy to be here with you." Ron said truthfully, kissing her.
"Ron," she giggled, pushing him away, "Your brothers and mum!"
"My brothers are locked away in their room creating something, and my mum is safe in the kitchen. There's nobody here but you and me."
His hands were running through her light brown curls and over her smooth skin. He kissed her again, holding her body against his own. He could feel her heart beat against his. It did feel crazy and wonderful.
She pulled away, slightly her face centimeters from his, "Do you think I'm pretty, Ron?"
"I think you're beautiful." He whispered in her ear.
"You're the best, Ron."
She pulled him by the collar kissing him more passionately then she ever had.
The door swung open, "Ron, mum wants to know if- OH MY GOODNESS- I AM SO SORRY!"
Mandy pulled away, her cheeks red; she stated at the wall.
"Damn it, Ginny! Don't you know how to knock?"
"Sorry, I didn't know that you'd be, er- [i]busy[/i]."
"This is Mandy, by the way. And what is it that mum wanted?"
"She just wanted to know if anyone would be here for dinner."
Ron looked at Mandy, "I'd better get going but, thanks."
"You sure?"
"Positive. Last thing you'd want is for my brother to come looking for me." She kissed Ron's cheek. She smiled at Ginny, "It was nice to meet you."
She walked out of the room quietly, making her way to the fireplace.
Ron then had to answer every question that Ginny could throw at him. He went down to dinner, and had to answer everything that his parents could come up with.
Why had he lied to her? Why had he told her that he cared for her? It was true that he didn't want to hurt her. He promised to write to her even though he truly didn't want to. All he truly wanted was for Harry to drop dead, Mandy to move and leave him alone forever, and for Hermione to care for him, as much as he cared for her. All he wanted was Hermione.
"WHO WAS SHE?" Mrs. Weasley shouted.
"A friend, like I told you before."
"Ronald Weasley!" She scowled, "Tell me the truth."
"I already have!"
"RONALD WEASLEY!" She repeated herself using a booming stentorian voice, "TELL ME THE TRUTH."
"She likes me, mum. There, happy?"
"Don't you dare hurt her, boy. Your father and hers are good friends, you know. They work at the ministry. And about your other friends, the best thing is to forgive and forget." She walked off.
"I hate how she knows everything." He trudged upstairs.
Ron grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill the moment he got to his room. He scribbled "Come by sometime tomorrow. Sweet Dreams, Ron" on the parchment and sent it off the Mandy. Pig, Ron's owl, (Ron thought of his owl as merely a hyper ball of feathers) was pleased to have an errand.
Ron went to bed that night, after a hot shower, and was still unable to sort his feelings. He woke up, more tired than he had been when he had gone to bed. He rubbed his sunken eyes, and stared at his ceiling again. Maybe if his room got bigger he wouldn't want to be dead. Ron dragged his feet downstairs, hoping to get a hot breakfast.
Something was thrown over his head, and he felt hands beneath him as he was lifted off the ground. He was too tired to struggle. "Let them kill me" he thought, "It will make this all easier."
"You didn't even struggle." George said, dropping Ron onto Fred's bed.
"Bloody hell! What do you want from me?"
"Who was that pretty girl? And what did she want with you."
"Hey, what is that supposed to mean!"
"I said what I said..." Fred mumbled.
"The point is," George smiled, "What is going on?"
Ron didn't want to tell them. They would ruin him. Fred and George would tear him to shreds. They would torment him for ages.
"She's just a girl." Ron said.
"Well, why are you with her?" Fred laughed.
"Because."
"If you don't tell us... We will test the new formula for puking pastilles, the fever frosties, and fainting fancies on none other than you." George smiled.
Ron winced at the thought of those deserts. Fred and George were starting a jokeshop in Diagon Alley and these deserts were only a few of the many that belongs to the Skiving Snackboxes, the twins' way of getting students out of class.
"To make Harry and Hermione angry." Ron burst out.
"Why? What did they ever do to you?" Fred inquired.
"Try not writing to me! Maybe, my best friend asked Hermione out without telling me!" Ron said, exasperated.
"Woah." Fred and George said together.
"Yeah, and then Mandy came up out of nowhere, all bubbly and into me. I had all intentions of brushing her off and then I saw Hermione and Harry together, holding hands, and I flipped. I just went with it. One thing led to another and after kissing her I couldn't just jump out of it."
"You kissed her?" Fred gasped.
"Yeah. Only to get on Harry's and Hermione's nerves. It worked." Ron said simply.
"You don't like her one bit?"
"I barely even know her!" Ron protested.
"Then why don't you dump her?"
"Can't."
"Why?" George asked.
"Dunno... I just can't."
"You better pull yourself together, little bro." Fred said.
"Tell me something that I don't know." Ron said, shooting Fred a nastily look. "I should-"
But what Ron should do, Fred and George would never find out. Loud yelling erupted from the kitchen. Ron couldn't make out what Mrs. Weasley was shouting, but he was positive that the muggles down the road would be able to hear her. Fred, Ron, and George shot downstairs in attempt to hear what was going on.
"Of course, I don't blame you Harry, dear," They heard her say, "I think it's just best if you both left now."
Mrs. Weasley's face was red, her ears darker than cherries. She tucked her hair behind her ear, taking a deep gulp of air, in attempt to calm down.
"Mrs. Weasley, let me talk to him." Hermione said calmly.
"Please," Harry added quickly.
Mrs. Weasley pointed to the door.
"But, we need to see him!" Hermione said, not moving an inch.
Ron jumped over the banister, "Happy now?" He said.
"Ron!" Hermione rushed over to him. "We need to talk to you. You need to understand-"
"Don't have time now." He said pushing her away. He got a bottle of pumpkin juice and drank it all in one shot, "I'm on my way out."
"Can't you spare a second?" Hermione pleaded.
"What could you have to possibly say to me?" Ron said smoothly.
"We'd rather speak to you in private." Harry mumbled.
"Whatever you need to say to me, you can say in front of my brothers and mum."
"Ron." Hermione bit her lip, "Please."
She was so beautiful. Her brown eyes begging him, begging him to stay for a moment. Begging to be heard for just one minute. He loved her, he really did. But so did Harry. And he was the one that Hermione had chosen. They were standing in front of him holding hands. He felt hate run through him again.
"Fine." Ron said, giving up. He led them outside, closing the kitchen door behind him. Ron looked down and saw three extendable ears go under the door. Extable ears were also creations for the jokeshop, they were used to eavesdrop and Ron's mother had always protested the use of them.
"Looks like Molly Weasley has finally given in." he muttered under his breath. He turned to Harry and Hermione.
"What?"
"This is how it happened," Harry said quickly, "Hermione was staying at Headquarters. I was still really upset about Sirius and she was there. I didn't realize how much I cared for until I realized that she could have died that night. Ron, I love her." Harry frowned.
"We were going to tell-" Hermione started.
"Really? When?" Ron said, interrupting.
"Yesterday, it's why we had come to Diagon Alley." Harry said, sounding annoyed.
"Is that so?"
"Yes." Hermione said pleadingly.
"I wonder.... How would you have been able to tell me? I mean, Harry's tongue was so far down your throat... I think it would have been impossible for either of you to talk."
"Ron, don't be like this." Hermione said tears forming in her eyes. "If you liked me so much, you should have said something-"
"Why? So you could have crushed me?"
"I wouldn't have-"
"Who're you lying to? Me? Or yourself?"
"Ron, please, you're our best friend, and we're sorry! We should have said something before." Hermione said, crying.
"You're clearly overreacting!" Harry shouted.
Ron didn't know what came over him. Maybe it was the constant reference of "we" or maybe because he just hated them both so much right now. Fists were flying and he could hear Hermione's terrified, screaming protests. His clenched fist collided with Harry's nose. Ron could see Harry's glasses go flying off. Ron could feel pain all over, from Harry hitting him. Each time Ron felt a sting of pain he'd hit back; ten times harder, ten times faster. Ron felt Harry's fist pound his chin. Ron bit his top lip; he could feel it bleeding. He took a moment to take in the pain. He paused for that crucial moment to soak in the hurt and evaluate it and be able to hit Harry harder. Before he could lunge back at Harry, Ron could feel gentle hands pulling him away. He had blood on his hands. Whether it was his or Harry's he couldn't tell anymore. He glared over at Harry as Hermione cleaned up his bloody nose. He turned to see who had pulled him away, and for a moment, with the sun blaring behind her, he thought she was an angel.
"Ron! Are you all right?" Mandy asked, pulling him to his feet, "What's going on?"
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"You told me to come in the owl you sent. Now what's going on?!"
"Nothing, lets get out of here."
"Ron." Mandy said looking him in the eyes, "Don't do stuff like this." She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket, and began moping up his bleeding lip, "I don't want to see you hurt. You better than a fight, Ronald Weasley. I know that you know that. You're more civilized than that. You're worth more than a few swings. Hasn't anyone ever told you that?"
"No." He replied truthfully.
"Well, now I have. You're worth more than a fight. But, I have to say, you were beating the bloody snot out of him." She winked playfully, "But this is the hard part, I really want you to apologize-"
"I am NOT apologizing to that oaf!"
"You don't have to now; it would be better if you did- but you don't have to. But you do have to be the adult about this. Promise me that after you cool off, you'll tell him your sorry. Fighting won't solve it, sweetie. Just try talking to them once this blows over some."
He hadn't asked her for advice. He didn't want to be told what to do but, what Mandy was saying made sense.
"You're amazing. Has anyone told you that before?"
"No." She blushed, "But thank you for noticing."
"Way to be humble." Ron said under his breath.
"Aren't I great?" She laughed.
"You haven't any idea." Ron smiled, "I think have to take care of something."
"Harry! Wait up!" He called, chasing Hermione and Harry, who where about to leave.
"HARRY!" Ron bellowed as he caught up with them.
Harry looked terrible. He had a black eye and his nose was still bleeding freely.
"I'm sorry, mate." Ron smiled feebly, raising his blood stained hand to shake Harry's. Harry said nothing. He raised his hand and shook Ron's without complaint.
"I deserved that."
"Yeah, yeah you really did."
"So everything is okay now?" Hermione said hopefully.
"Yes, Hermione everything is fine. Mandy!" Ron shouted, "Mandy, get over here!"
She walked over to them gracefully, "Hi." She waved.
"You've heard of Harry, and this is Hermione."
"I'm-"
"Mandy Brocklehurst, I know." Hermione said quietly, "You're the only one that got a higher score than me on our Transfiguration exams last year."
"Guess I did." She blushed a bit embarrassed at it, taking Ron's hand, "Let's get you two cleaned up. I'm sure that there is something inside to stop your nose from bleeding, Harry."
The four of them went inside. After Harry and Ron cleaned up, they plopped themselves onto the bed in Ron's room, next to Mandy and Hermione.
They spend some time talking about simple things: weather, quidditch, and Hermione and Mandy went on talking about "movies".
"Mandy, are you muggle born?" Ron asked curiously.
"No, not at all. I'm pure blood. Although I'd hate to admit it. There are some people that make being a pure blood disgraceful-"
"If your talking about Malfoy, you don't need to be discreet about it." Harry interupted.
"Fine then, people like the Malfoy's make being a pure blood hell. Besides, the only reason I know anything about muggles is that my father is obsessed with them. He collects weird little muggle things and we go to movies all the time."
"Bet your mum and siblings love that." Hermione said innocently.
"Actually, my brother doesn't like it as much as I do. And-" She took a deep breath, "And my mum is dead."
There was a long, akward silence.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Hermione said in horror.
"It's quite all right. I mean, I never really knew her. I was little when she died. She was an auror, Death Eaters tortured her and when she wouldn't reveal to them any information they wanted..." Her sweet voice died in her throat.
"Mandy, I'm so sorry." Ron said, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"I told you guys already that it didn't matter."
But the look in her eyes betrayed her.
"Blimey, look at the time!" Harry said jumping up, "I was supposed to get home an hour ago!"
"Excuse me?" Hermione said sternly.
"Sorry, 'Mione, I didn't mean to-"
"Be so irresponsible?"
"Yes."
"Harry James Potter! If I didn't love you so much, I'd kill you."
Her words cracked in the air like a whip and she gave a simple wave to Ron and Mandy, "They're going to kill us! You never told me we had curfew! Goodness sake, it's only seven!"
She grabbed Harry's wrist and dragged him downstairs to leave.
"Insane, aren't they?" Ron asked.
"What fun would anyone be if they weren't insane to a certain degree?"
"Hey!" Ron laughed, "That's from [I][b]Insane Beaters of the 1960's[/b][/i]!!"
"You read that?" Mandy said in awe, "I didn't know anyone besides my brother who's read that!"
"Now you do." Ron smiled.
"What music do you listen to?" She asked flipping her hair.
"Some muggle stuff and the Weird Sisters..." Ron said, hoping he had answered correctly.
"I listen to some muggles too: Train, Maroon 5, Coldplay, Switchfoot, O.A.R., Matchbox 20... Music like that."
"That exactly what I listen to!" Ron said, inching closer to her.
Mandy leaned in, "It feels so crazy and wonderful."
"What does?"
"To finally get what you've always wanted."
"I'm happy to be here with you." Ron said truthfully, kissing her.
"Ron," she giggled, pushing him away, "Your brothers and mum!"
"My brothers are locked away in their room creating something, and my mum is safe in the kitchen. There's nobody here but you and me."
His hands were running through her light brown curls and over her smooth skin. He kissed her again, holding her body against his own. He could feel her heart beat against his. It did feel crazy and wonderful.
She pulled away, slightly her face centimeters from his, "Do you think I'm pretty, Ron?"
"I think you're beautiful." He whispered in her ear.
"You're the best, Ron."
She pulled him by the collar kissing him more passionately then she ever had.
The door swung open, "Ron, mum wants to know if- OH MY GOODNESS- I AM SO SORRY!"
Mandy pulled away, her cheeks red; she stated at the wall.
"Damn it, Ginny! Don't you know how to knock?"
"Sorry, I didn't know that you'd be, er- [i]busy[/i]."
"This is Mandy, by the way. And what is it that mum wanted?"
"She just wanted to know if anyone would be here for dinner."
Ron looked at Mandy, "I'd better get going but, thanks."
"You sure?"
"Positive. Last thing you'd want is for my brother to come looking for me." She kissed Ron's cheek. She smiled at Ginny, "It was nice to meet you."
She walked out of the room quietly, making her way to the fireplace.
Ron then had to answer every question that Ginny could throw at him. He went down to dinner, and had to answer everything that his parents could come up with.