To my reviewers:

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Here you all go…a much needed Ron chapter. It's not full of angst…but is really amused me to write it. I hope it amuses all of you to read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

-Chapter Three-

Ronald Weasley awoke, hearing something moving around his bedroom. His first instinct was to attack without thinking, but he quickly dismissed the idea and opened his eyes. The room was still dark, thick blankets covered the only window to keep the sun out. In the corner of his room he was a bushy haired wild-woman waiting to attack. So, he did the first thing he could think of to defend himself, he screamed like a little girl.

"Ron, honey, you have to get out of bed." The wild-woman walked over to Ron and shook him. Suddenly the wild-women's features were quite similar to those of his mother.

"Mum?" He asked as she magically spread open the blankets covering his window.

"Come on, I have to wake up everybody else. Get up!" She gave him one final push off his bed, and he toppled into the floor.

"Okay, I'm getting up. Can you leave so I can get dressed?" He mumbled as he untangled himself from his sheets.

"Okay, I'll leave you then." Mrs. Weasley sighed as memories of a younger Ron flooded into her head.

As she left the door Ron moved to close it, but was pushed back by an unseen force. He fell down on the floor and stared at the door to see who, or what could have done such a thing to him.

"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione walked into his room, and seeing him sprawled out on the floor, ran over to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Get off me!" He pushed her arm away and stood up.

"I'm sorry, but…"

Ron cut into her sentence, "Hermione, can you get out of my room. I have to change, still in my pajamas."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. You sure you're okay?" She asked while he pushed her out of his room.

"Yes! Now please, get out!" He gave her one final shove out of his door and locked it.

As he shut the door he mumbled a little too loudly to himself, "Merlin, sometimes I wish she would just disappear. Never knows when to quit sometimes!"

He heard her feet patter away and locked the door so as to have no more interruptions.

A little while later he appeared out of his room and headed down the stairs. When he got to the third step something bushy wrapped itself around Ron's leg. Ron, trying to maneuver around it, accidentally stepped on its tail. That just caused it to shriek and sink its teeth into Ron's leg before running off in the opposite direction.

"Crookshanks, you stupid…" Ron screamed at the cat in a too quick reaction. By the time he had realized what he said his mother appeared in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"What did you say young man?" She glared at him with the infamous 'you better pray you didn't say what I just heard you say' glare.

"Um, nothing?" Ron grinned sheepishly, looking around the room for any sign of help, or even a distraction.

"Don't lie to me Ronald Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley walked up the stairs and grabbed him by his hear. Seeing as she's a good three feet shorter than him, she hand to levitate a bit to get a good hold.

"I'm sorry," Ron squeaked, "I didn't mean to. Crookshanks just…"

"None of your excuses!" She screamed at him, "Now, go eat your breakfast before I get really angry."

"Yes ma'am…" He called as he ran off down the stairs as far away from his mother as he could get.

When he entered the kitchen he saw Charlie, his second eldest brother, smirking at him.

"Don't say anything!" Ron hissed at him, and took the empty seat next to Harry who appeared to be sleeping in his pancakes.

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Charlie put his hands up in mock defeat.

Reaching for a plate of pancakes and toast, Ron kept an eye on his older brothers who all seemed to be smirking at him along with Charlie. Well, all except Percy who was too involved in reading The Daily Prophet.

"Where's Hermione?" Percy asked from behind the wizard newspaper.

"I dunno," Ron shrugged, "I haven't seen her since she was in my room this morning.

"What was she doing in your room?" Fred, who was suddenly interested in Ron's life, looked at him waggling his eyebrows.

"You pervert!" Ron yelled out at him, throwing his toast. George caught it before it hit Fred's face and covered it up with marmalade.

"He didn't say anything," Bill laughed at Ron's comeback whilst he occupied the seat next to his youngest brother. "You're the one thinking about it."

"I am not!" Ron tried hard to defend himself, his face turning bright red in the process.

"Why? What's wrong with Hermione?" Charlie asked him, taking a bite of George's toast. Well, actually it was Ron's. I'm not going to get into that, too confusing.

"Well, nothing per say, I'm just not attracted to her." Ron growled at his brothers, hoping they would drop this subject. It was making him uncomfortable.

"How can you not be?" Fred asked him, tilting his head to the side so Ron knew he was trying hard to get on his nerves.

"I don't know, why? Should I be?" Ron asked, hoping Harry would wake up and save the day.

"Why aren't you? She's smart, attractive," Percy started to say.

"Stop talking," George cut him off, "If you say something, he'll never realize his feelings for the girl." Percy huffed pompously at that comment and returned back to reading his paper.

"I'm just not attracted to the girl. It's not that…I don't have to prove myself to you all. I'm just not attracted to her, she just a bossy-know-it-all, who's always in my business. I don't have a problem with her as a friend, but as a girlfriend? I don't even want to think about it."

"De-Nile isn't just a river in Egypt." Charlie grinned at him, causing the twin's to burst out laughing.

"I do not have a thing for Hermione!" Ron screamed, causing Harry to suddenly awaken.

When he did all the Weasley boys saw him staring towards the staircase with his jaw hanging down to his knees. And was that drool coming out of his mouth? The boys, all being nosey, or curious, whatever you want to call it, (As long as it's not Bob) followed Harry's gaze to, Ginny. She was wearing a cute baby blue sundress, with her hair tied back in a sport pony-tail.

"Ginny? What are you wearing?" Ron screeched, running to his sister and covering her up with their dad's work robes.

"What's wrong with it?" She screamed back, trying to throw her older brother off of her.

"It shows too much, you can't wear that in public!" Ron told her matter-o-factly.

"Charlie," Ginny whined, "Tell Ron he's being a git!"

"Sorry Gin," Charlie shrugged, "I agree with Ron on this one."

Ginny squealed and looked at her other brothers for help. They all had given her almost the same exact answer, but in their own way. Her twin brothers on the other hand were working at blocking Harry's view of their little sister.

"MUM!" She screamed up the stairs, "Your sons are being smeg heads!"

Mrs. Weasley all of a sudden apperated in front of the boys and looked at Ginny, almost immediately understanding what was going on.

"Ron," She brought her chin down to her neck and stared at him out of the tops of her eyes. "Let me see what your sister is wearing. I'll be the judge of it."

Ron pulled of his dad's robe and waited for his mom to force her upstairs to change. Which was exactly what she didn't do. Instead, she complemented Ginny on the outfit.

"What's wrong with it?" She looked at the boys, waiting for a decent response.

"Look at it!" The twins said in unison.

"I am! It looks very nice on her, and modest. It doesn't show off anything that it shouldn't be." Ginny smiled smugly at the boys when her mom wasn't looking.

"But mum," Bill cut it, "The boys at her schools will get thoughts from it!"

"What sort of thoughts?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"You know, THOUGHTS…"

Mrs. Weasley stared at him a little confused before she realized hat he was talking about. "And how do you know about these thoughts?" She folded her arms across her chest and raised her eyebrows.

"Did I say thoughts?" Bill squeaked out, "I meant…um…nothing. Yeah, that's what I meant."

"That's what you better mean!" She glared at him and the rest of the boys, telling them to leave her alone saying, "If I catch one of you trying to put a lengthening charm on it, I will not hesitate to take you over my knee and spank you. Is that clear?"

They all nodded, and she vanished up the stairs.

"You are all gits!" Ginny hissed at them all, sitting at the table on the other side of Harry, who was now very much awake.

"Are not," Percy cut in, "We just don't want you to do something you regret."

"Says the hypocrite…" Fred mumbled under his breath.

"I heard that!" Percy glared at his younger brother.

"You were supposed to!"

"Don't change the subject!" Ginny roared. "I want to know what is wrong with this dress!"

"I don't have a problem with the dress," Charlie put his input in, "I like the dress. It's a very nice dress. It's just you. I don't like you in that dress."

Ginny glared at him, a little hurt from that comment, "And what is wrong with me?"

"Nothing!" Charlie quickly said, just realizing that he hurt his little sister's feelings.

"That's the problem!" Ron told her. "You look great in it, and I don't want other people to notice that."

"Yeah, what he said." George replied.

"Exactly," Fred muttered, "We'd have no problem with it if you didn't develop so much in the last year.

"So, it's because of my breast?" Ginny squealed. "You want me to be flat all of my life?"

They all nodded and she turned towards Harry. "Do you mind my breasts?"

He turned beet red, and wise chose not to answer her, putting his hand through his hair and feeling it was full of something sticky. "Um, I have to go take a shower." He replied and ran upstairs before any of the Weasley boys, or young men as they like to be called, hexed him for thinking improper thoughts of their baby sister.

After Harry ran upstairs, the conversation went back to Ron's thoughts on Hermione. Which of course, Ron was not included in this conversation.

After almost five minutes of guessing the wild dreams Ron must had about Hermione he finally spat out. "When I dream of Hermione nothing like that happens." After grasping what he has just said, he clamped his hands over his mouth.

All of his siblings, including Percy, stared at him. He finally admitted that he had a thing for Hermione. Maybe not with words, but the actions he was making at that moment. And what's worse, Hermione picked the worst time of all to come bounding down that stairs.

"Hey Hermione, guess what we found out!" Fred and George said in unison, looked at each other, then busted out laughing.

"You better not say anything!" Ron hissed at them. "Hermione, ignore them!"

"Why?" She asked, highly curious now.

"Just pay no attention to them, they're gits!" He quickly replied.

"No, let them tell me. I'll decide if it's stupid or not for myself!" She pushed Ron out of the way and walked over towards the twins.

"What is it?" She asked eagerly.

"Well, you'll never believe this, but…" Before they could finish, Hermione became woozy, and then finally blacked out.