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"Hey Hermione," Ron knocked cautiously on Hermione's door, a bit alarmed by the sound of violent sobs coming from the room. "Hey, are you alright in there?"

Something thudded against the door, and Ron stepped away. Apparently she had thrown something heavy at the door.

Stepping back towards the door tentatively, Ron tried again. "Hey, won't you at least tell me what I did?"

He heard a muffled "Argh!" and finally, the door opened, revealing a red- eyed, sniffling Hermione.

"You know very well what you did," she spat at him, slamming the door before he could say anything.

"Wow," he muttered to himself as he walked downstairs. "I guess Ginny was wrong. It really does look like it's that time of the month."

In the kitchen, he found George and Fred jovially making sandwiches for lunch.

"Hey little brother!" George greeted him. "Where's Bookworm?"

Ron shrugged glumly. "She's in her room. I reckon she's mad at me or something."

Fred sighed and patted the seat next to him. "What'd you do?"

"I don't know!" Ron explained. "I mean, I was trying to comfort her, and then I said that Ginny was stupid because she tried to put makeup on Hermione and Hermione's too much of a bookworm to want to look good, and..."

"Stop right there." George commanded.

Ron looked up at him, annoyed. "What?"

The twins looked at him pityingly. "You committed a huge crime, little brother," Fred sighed.

"Do you think there's any hope for him?" George patted Ron on the back.

"Hopefully." Fred looked at Ron. "Listen to me Ron. You are never, ever, ever to even hint to a girl that she is ugly."

"But I didn't!" Ron protested.

"Yes you did," Fred continued slowly and patiently. "You said that she didn't want to look good, therefore insinuating, of course, that she didn't look good."

Ron opened his mouth in surprise. "Oh!"

The twins nodded and pulled him up. "Now go apologize. The quicker the better," George advised.

Ron ran up the stairs, shaking his head. Honestly, females were so crazy and sensitive. Reaching Hermione's room, he knocked gently.

"Go away!" she screamed back.

"Hermione," he laughed nervously. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I swear."

There was silence from inside the room.

Good, he thought. No screaming.

"And, I wanted you to know that I don't think you look bad. Really. I meant it when I said that you were... erm... beautiful," he said quickly, turning red as he said so. He stood there for a few minutes, wondering if Hermione had died in there or something.

Finally, her door opened, and this time, the teary-eyed Hermione didn't look quite as vengeful. "Oh Ron," she sniffled, leaping onto him and stifling him in a hug. "You can be such an idiot."

"Erm, thank you," he replied uncomfortably, cautiously patting her back. "Want to go eat lunch now?" He asked a bit desperately, trying to maneuver her down the stairs.

"Oh why," Hermione pulled away from him, looking a bit flustered, but still beaming. "Of course!"

And with that she bounded down the stairs ahead of him, calling over her shoulder, "I'm absolutely famished! Do you want a sandwich? I'll make you one!"

Ron smiled to himself, then called back, "Oh yeah! Turkey please? I'm going to go, err, wash my hands, okay?"

Hermione's head popped out from behind the kitchen doorway. "Wash your hands?" She asked suspiciously, hands on her hips. "But you've never been concerned with sanitation in the least!"

He reddened, a little embarrassed at being caught in a lie, but persisted. "Well there was that one time you were telling me about that stuff, that bacter..." he faltered.

"Bacteria," Hermione prompted.

"Yeah that!" He nodded. "And, I just thought it sounded a bit dangerous..." he trailed off, hands in his pockets as he stared at the ground.

To his surprise, Hermione positively beamed at him. "Oh Ron! I knew you'd put that head of yours to work some day!" She ran up to him, gave him a quick hug and ran back into the kitchen before he could see the blush spread across her cheeks, or the silly smile on her face.

Ron shook his head in relief, then slowly made his way towards George and Fred's room. Ignoring the loud bangs coming from within, he pushed the door open to reveal his brothers crouched before a large cauldron, hooting as a huge explosion sprayed them with green muck.

"Hey guys?" Ron tried to get their attention.

George and Fred turned around, grinning. "Come to thank us, have you?"

"Yeah," Ron nodded, laughing sheepishly. "You guys really knew what was bothering her. How'd you learn to understand emotions like that?"

"Well," Fred leaned jauntily on the cauldron. "We're just ladies' men, we are."