Here's another chapter. I updated soon because I was sick today and had nothing better to do than type! I hope you like it! I won't be able to update this fast regularly; it'll be more like once every four or five days. Unless I'm sick again…

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You're going places, Hermione

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Chapter Two: The date

"Oh will you hold still!" Ginny snapped brandishing a lipstick in one hand and some eyeshadow in the other.

"Sorry," Hermione pursed her lips to allow her friend to continue applying lipstick, "I just don't see the point of this. I don't want him to like me because I'm some dolled up scarlet woman."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Now just rub you lips together. There! Good. And Ron won't like you because you're some scarlet woman. He asked you out when you weren't wearing any make up and you were in your school robes, enough said. Close your eyes."

Hermione obeyed, "I suppose so. But if that's the case then what is the point of all of this?"

"This," Ginny told her, standing back and smiling, "Is to secure his affection."

Hermione gave her a pointed look and gazed into a nearby mirror, trying hard to hide her excitement. She did look nice.

"Thanks Gin," Hermione said as she grabbed a black robe, "I'll tell you all about it when I get back."

"You better! Now hurry, you're late!" Ginny exclaimed.

Hermione looked at the time and squeaked before running down the girls' dormitory staircase and flying out the common room door. She slowed down as she reached the Astronomy Tower to regain her breath and do her best to fix the hairstyle that had taken Ginny over half an hour to perfect.

This was it, Hermione thought as she stood outside the tower door; this is what I've been waiting for.

She slowly pushed the door open slightly, "Ron? I'm here."

"Oh!" Came his voice, "Hang on! I've just got to…inflamo! Okay, come in."

Hermione stepped through the door and couldn't help smiling with pleasure. The room was beautiful. The only source of light came from candles adorning the sides of the room and floating overhead. There was a large candle on a table in the middle of the room that was covered with a deep read tablecloth. The best thing of all was the glittering sentence hovering above the table that read, 'On ya Hermione'. It was all set out beautifully.

"I had a bit of trouble," Ron told her, "The candles kept going out at first with the fire spell I was using so I had to run down to the library and look up a better one."

She flushed, "You did that? I'm impressed."

"Yeah well," Ron coughed, "You want to sit down? The house elf I have serving us should be sending up dinner in a minute or two…"

Hermione, who had just seated herself, looked up with alarm.

"You have a house elf serving us? Ron, I don't know about that."

"Oh no!" He grinned, "I'm paying him. Don't worry. It's just Dobby."

"I'm impressed again." Hermione told him, glowing at how much trouble he had gone too.

Ron mumbled something, his ears turning red, as he sat down on the other chair. Hermione smiled and basked in glee for a moment at how beautiful everything was.

"You look really nice," Ron told her, looking up, "You didn't have to go to so much trouble. You could have showed up in your school robes."

"Oh, I'm just making securities." Hermione answered.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," She shook her head; "I can't believe how much trouble you went to. It's so nice."

"Yeah? You deserve it, getting into that university and all," He grinned, "I always knew you would do something like that. You're so smart."

"Thanks Ron," Hermione put her head to the side, "But you're really smart too. If you only applied yourself the way I do then you'd be-"

"Nah, I could never do that. It'd drive me insane. Hey, here's Dobby."

Hermione turned around just in time so see Dobby the house elf materialize before her eyes. He cast them a smile from his pointed, bat like face and placed two plates of food in front of them.

"Dobby hopes Weazy and his missus enjoys Dobby's food." He said, clicking his fingers and dematerializing.

"His missus?" Hermione wondered in amusement.

"I didn't say anything," Ron said quickly, "He'd probably just assume it because it's just you and me on date and everything."

"It's you and I," She corrected before giggling, "And I don't mind him calling me your missus."

"Really?"

"Really. And the food looks delicious."

They ate quietly, enjoying the dinner that had been prepared especially for them. Every now and then Hermione's eyes would travel up to the 'On ya Hermione' floating above her head and she would grin and go back to her meal.

"I was going to ask you before this," Ron said suddenly, "But I didn't know how."

She scrunched up her nose, "Pardon Ron?"

He was blushing, "I was going to ask you out on…on a date before this. But I didn't know how and I thought you would have said no or something."

"I wouldn't have said no."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously, I would have loved it if you had asked me before." She was blushing too and lowered her head to finish off the remnants of food before her. When she was done she looked back up and found Ron grinning at her.

"What?" Hermione wondered, smiling slightly.

"You're just brilliant, you know that."

She laughed, "Thanks Ron. You're brilliant too."

"And you're nice."

"So are you."

"And," He paused, "You're the prettiest witch I've ever met."

"And," She said seriously, "You're the prettiest wizard I've ever met."

Ron pulled such an appalled face that Hermione was forced to laugh. He frowned at her laughter and tried to glare, but a smile was creeping across his face.

"Very funny Hermione."

"Oh, I thought so."

The ice was broken and they were able to finish dinner amid comfortable chatter, Ron making her laugh often. She was having a fantastic time and when dessert was over she couldn't help feeling put out. It meant the date was over.

Ron looked at his watch, "Merlin! It's nearly midnight!"

"Really?" Hermione leaned over and gently grabbed Ron's wrist, checking for herself, "Oh gosh it is! We better get back."

Ron got up from his seat and offered her his hand to help her up. She obliged and flushed when he didn't let go.

"Deflamo," Ron waved his wand in his other hand and all the candles went out, "Come on, let's go."

For the second time in two days, Hermione was floating on clouds again. She had just had the best date she would ever have in her life and was currently holding hands with Ron Weasley.

"I had a wonderful time Ron." Hermione told him.

"Good," He smiled, "I thought you might change your mind or say you had Head Girl duties or something. I really didn't think you would show up."

She giggled, "I did have Head Girl duties."

"How did you get out of them?" Ron asked.

Hermione faked a cough and moaned, "Oh Professor McGonagall, I don't feel well. I think I'm coming down with something."

Ron appeared shocked, "I can't believe you would do something like that!"

"I can be surprising."

"Dually noted."

They smiled at each other and continued walking back up to the Gryffindor common room, luckily avoiding any possible confrontations with prowling teachers.

"I really had a wonderful time Ron," Hermione repeated as they stood at the bottom of the dormitory staircases, "I'm really glad you asked me."

Ron blushed and looked away, mumbling something.

"What? I didn't hear you."

He mumbled something again.

"Honestly Ron," Hermione put her hands on her hips, "How am I supposed to understand you if you speak so quietly even you don't hear yourself?"

He looked up at her, "Wanna be my girlfriend?"

"What?" Her jaw dropped.

"Nothing," He said quickly, "Goodnight. Thanks for coming."

He made to walk up the stairs but Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

"Say that again." She demanded.

"Goodnight. Thanks for coming." Ron said quietly.

Hermione bristled, "Ron! You know exactly what I'm talking about! Ask me again."

"Fine," Ron glared at her; "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," Hermione snapped, "I do! I really do!"

"Good!" Ron shouted, "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Good!" Hermione shouted back.

Ron stormed up the boys' staircase and Hermione turned sharply and stormed up the girls'. She was fuming at Ron's childishness when she found Ginny, waiting outside her dorm room door.

"Gin?" Hermione frowned, "What are you doing?"

Ginny yawned, "Sorry. I just wanted to wait up and see how it went. Not too well I take it?"

"What makes you say that?"

"I just heard you yelling," Ginny looked annoyed, "What did he do to screw it up? I'll have some words with him."

"What?" Hermione shook her head, "He didn't. It was all perfect."

"What was with all the yelling then?" Ginny asked in confusion.

"Oh," Hermione smiled, "He asked me to be his girlfriend."

Her eyes widened and she grinned, "Really?"

"Yes," Hermione sighed, "I didn't even have to think about whether or not I would say yes. Can you believe it? We're going out!"

"That's great Hermione," Ginny's grin faltered, "But why did you have to yell?"

"Because. You're brother is such a child."

"Oh."

"Nevermind," Hermione observed her friend, "You better get some sleep. You look tired."

"I am tired," Ginny agreed, yawning again, "But I still want to know all the details."

Hermione happily obliged, explaining to Ginny everything Ron had done to arrange the date and how courteous he had been.

"That is so unfair," Ginny pouted, "I doubt anyone would ever go to that much trouble for me."

Hermione laughed, "I did feel pretty special."

"And he held your hand?"

"All the way back to the common room."

"And did he kiss you?"

Hermione pulled a face, "You want to know that?"

"I'm ignoring the fact that he's my brother," Ginny grimaced, "I'm pretending he's some great guy you've hooked up with. So, did he kiss you?"

"Well," Hermione paused, "No he didn't."

"Did he try to?"

"No," She shrugged, "But that's okay. I didn't even think about kissing him, I doubt he did about me either."

"Do you want him too?"

Hermione blushed, "Of course."

"Then why didn't you kiss him?"

"Okay Ginny," Hermione glared, "It's bedtime I think."

Ginny groaned, "What, why?"

"Because I'm tired of ninety-nine questions. I'm tired full stop. We can talk about it tomorrow." Hermione told her.

"Oh fine," Ginny sulked, "But we better!"

"Promise," Hermione smiled, "Goodnight."

Ginny was already heading down the stairs towards her own dorm room. She stopped and turned around, casting Hermione a cheeky grin.

"Goodnight Mrs Ronald Weasley."

Hermione couldn't be bothered chasing after her, even when Ginny's mock-evil cackle echoed up the staircase. She entered her dorm room and quickly got changed into some pajamas before hopping into bed. She was still floating on clouds.

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A/N: The drama is coming…please be patient my kindred HPC's.

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