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Dinner at the Weasley household that night was a strange affair. With the exception of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who obliviously carried on with their usual dinnertime conversation, everyone else was acting rather strange:

Harry was in an extremely jovial mood, and would flash a dazzling smile at every comment, including, "Pass the salt, will you?"

Ginny gazed off dreamily throughout dinner, blushing whenever anyone tried to snap her out of her reverie. Of course, the Weasley family found nothing unusual about this, since they all believed that Ginny was dating Harry anyway.

George and Fred had insisted on eating standing up, and were, for some reason, very moody. From time to time, they would cast dark glances at Ron and Hermione.

Ron and Hermione, on the other hand, were in high spirits, bursting into chuckles over nothing and returning George and Fred's glances with smirks.

"So Ginny, how was your date?" Hermione asked between mouthfuls of food.

"Hmm?" Ginny's head snapped up. "...What?"

Harry nudged her. "Yeah Ginny, our 'date'," he reminded her.

"Oh, that!" She smiled brilliantly at Hermione. "It was absolutely wonderful! Harry here was the sweetest thing!"

Harry blushed.

"And we had a lovely time just walking around town," her eyes sparkled as she recounted the day. "We had lunch at that café in town, Mum," she giggled. "The one you swore you'd never return to?"

Mrs. Weasley shuddered, groaning. "Oh dear, I think that was, quite possibly, the most humiliating experience of my life!" she turned to her daughter. "But darling, tell me, what else did you do?"

"Well," she put down her utensils, "Harry bought me this robe that was just divine. I'll wear it tomorrow. It's perfect, Mum."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, hoping no one would notice his burning cheeks.

"That's so sweet," Hermione sighed.

"Well," Ginny snuck a meaningful glance at Harry. "How was staying at home with Ron, then?"

Harry grinned, turning to Ron. "Yeah mate, how was it?"

Both Ron and Hermione smirked, chorusing together, "It was splendid."

"Really," Ginny asked hopefully. "How so?"

"We," Ron smiled secretively. "Studied potions."

Ginny and Harry looked confused, but Ron and Hermione simply smiled, refusing to give a clear explanation.

That night, Ginny and Hermione had a gossip filled session in Ginny's room.

"So," Ginny prompted, flouncing onto the bed. "How was your day with Ron?"

Hermione giggled, sitting cross-legged on the ground. "Well, he was an absolute git in the beginning."

"In the beginning, you say," Ginny smirked, giving her a knowing look. "What happened to change that?"

Blushing, Hermione fidgeted with the edge of Ginny's pillow for a few seconds, then looked up, eyes shining as she whispered, "He called me beautiful..."

Ginny squealed, jumping up and clapping her hands delightedly. "I knew it! I knew you fancied each other!" she laughed.

She continued jumping up and down, observing that though Hermione definitely blushed, she made no denial whatsoever. Finally Hermione muttered, "...So maybe I like him a bit," she stared pointedly at the ground, refusing to look up at Ginny.

"Well," Ginny scrambled onto the floor and began rummaging through the mess under her bed. "I got something for you today."

Hermione looked up, curious. "What?"

Whipping out the Chudley Cannons poster, Ginny rushed over to Hermione's side. "Look!" she grinned, brandishing the roll.

Uncertainly, Hermione reached out for the roll and untied the ribbon holding it together. On seeing what it was, she snorted. "I think this is Ron's present, not mine," she stated, handing it back.

Ginny however, pushed it back to her. "Precisely," she stated superiorly. "You are going to give that to Ron, of course. As a sign of your affection."

Hermione mumbled, "What is it with you Weasleys and that phrase?"

"What?"

Hermione sighed, rolling the poster back up. "Fred and George ermm... tried to play matchmaker with Ron and I this afternoon."

"Fred? George?" Ginny asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Hermione reddened, "It's funny now, but gods Ginny, it was the most mortifying thing in the world. They dressed up as Cupids and, get this, read from a list of signs of affection that Ron and I displayed for each other."

Ginny burst into laughter, tears running down her cheek as she rolled back and forth on the floor. "Oh," she gasped out. "Only George and Fred would do something like that."

Hermione nodded, blushing a little, but on seeing Ginny absolutely hysterical, she began to laugh too.

After they settled down, Ginny confronted Hermione again, this time in a serious tone. "So Hermione, you'll give it to him, won't you?"

Hermione sighed in reply, finally uttering, "Well, I suppose I could."

"And don't tell him it's from me," Ginny added. "It's supposed to be a gift from you, to, you know, add a little fuel to that fire." She winked suggestively, laughing when Hermione glared at her in reply.

Meanwhile, Harry was going through the same thing with Ron.

"So mate, did you, you know, tell Hermione how you felt?"

Ron began to nod, then stopped. "Well, kind of," he replied.

Harry looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean, 'kind of'? You either told her that you fancy her or you didn't."

Ron reddened a little, looking sheepish as he admitted, "Well I told her I thought she was beautiful, but err... couldn't really bring myself to say much more. Especially after George and Fred's stunt."

Harry nodded sympathetically, having already had the whole story recounted to him. "Well," he announced, pulling a package out from behind him, "I've got something that might improve relations between you and Hermione."

Ron took the package and unwrapping it, saw the book. "Ugh," he wrinkled his nose, reading the back cover. "What is this?"

Harry shrugged. "Some romance novel I think. Ginny said that Hermione would like it," he scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. "And I reckon she's right, although I don't know why anyone would want to read that."

Wrapping the book back up, Ron shuddered. "Well," he sighed in resignation. "If it makes her happy, I suppose I'll give it to her. But if she hates it," he gave Harry a warning look. "You're really in for it, mate."

Harry laughed nervously, holding his hands up. "Hey, your sister bought it, not me."

Ron turned, grinning. "Oh yeah, I forgot to ask you. How was your date with Ginny?"

He smirked, watching Harry blush as he muttered, "Err... She was very pretty."

"Since when have you fancied my sister, anyway?" Ron inquired, punching Harry's arm playfully. "You should've told me sooner!"

Harry struggled, fishing for a story. "I've fancied her for... for years, mate!" he nodded, sighing dramatically. "I was always too shy to tell anyone, but I think I've been madly in love with her since the moment I set eyes on her!"

Silence.

Harry mentally slapped himself. For heavens sake, he sounded like a soap opera character, and a bad one at that!

Ron eyed Harry suspiciously. "What about when you fancied Cho?"

"Well," Harry paused, finally cracking a grin as he came up with an answer. "I liked them both at the same time... They're very different but both equally attractive."

Ron snorted, then glared at Harry warningly. "Well, I hope you're over Cho now, because if you dare hurt my little sister, I'll kill you. I don't care if you're my friend, I will!"

Harry gulped, paling. Smiling wanly, he nodded. "Of course Ron..."

Ron continued, "And you'd better not dump her, no matter how miserable you are."

Dump the imaginary girlfriend I have, you mean? Harry thought. "Of course not Ron..." he said again.

"And you can't breakup 'mutually', because that'd probably end up being some cover up. If Gin wants to dump you though," Ron said, mentioning his little sister fondly. "Then she can go ahead. Okay?"

Harry nodded, remembering that Ginny did have four other brothers (Percy didn't count) who would kindly pummel him to the ground if their 'relationship' mysteriously ended, or word got out that he had used 'dating' her as an excuse.

I'm dead.