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Chapter 4:

THE SCARF AND THE CLEANSWEEP

The trio didn't notice the whole week went by. They enjoyed every day of it. One day, they decided to walk around the Burrow with Ginny. It was in the afternoon and the sun doesn't hurt much. Ron insisted or rather forced Ginny to come and walk with them.

"Ginny, what's that thing on your pocket?" Hermione pointed a box peeking out of Ginny's pocket.

Ginny's eyes widened and pushed the box immediately. "Nothing."

"I think I knew that one" Ron grinned to Ginny.

"What is it, Ron?" asked Hermione curiously.

Ginny raised an eyebrow to Ron.

"I think – " Ron grinned more widely, "I forgot it."

Ginny sighed. Harry laughed.

"Oh, come on! Tell me! Tell us!" Hermione said, "Is it something private?"

"We have to leave Harry and Ginny alone then I'll tell you." Ron looked like a clown.

Hermione and Ron walked out of sight leaving both Ginny and Harry alone. Ginny walked sideways from Harry.

"H-Harry..." Ginny blushed hotly, "I want to give you this." She pulled out the box peeking out of her pocket and handed it to Harry without looking into his eyes.

"What's this?" Harry shook the box.

"Open it." Ginny turned back, "Hope you like it."

Harry opened the box and picked something soft and thick inside. His eyes widened and held the cloth higher.

"Wow, Ginny!" Harry gasped.

Ginny turned quickly to him, "You like it?"

"Why did you give this scarf to me?" Harry asked. The scarf was green in color exactly the color of his eyes with a letter H at the end of it, which appeared to have embroidered by the use of hands.

"My birthday present for you." Ginny smiled, "Belated Happy Birthday!"

"You did this H?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." Ginny's face turned pink.

"Er – thanks." Harry smiled.

"Hope you'll use it when the snow begins to fall." Ginny returned his smile by smiling back, "I'd be happy to see it."

Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron walked silently without looking at each other. Ron kept glancing secretly at Hermione. Hermione didn't notice that because she was busy looking at the surroundings.

"Uhm... Ron?" Hermione started.

"Why?" Ron replied. His heart beating so fast, will Hermione notice it?

"What's that box on Ginny's pocket?" Hermione continued, "Have you forgotten why we left them? Tell me, Ron."

"Oh, that," Ron's spirit dropped, "is for Harry. Ginny has been sewing a green fabric – hiding it from me."

"What's that green fabric?" Hermione continued to ask.

"It's narrow, a scarf, I'm sure." Ron answered, "She said she bought that for Harry but I don't understand why she's sewing it."

"Isn't it obvious she really likes Harry?" Hermione smiled at Ron.

"You're right." Ron felt cold sweats falling from his forehead.

Hermione and Ron returned to the house after feeling tired. They headed the dining room to drink some water. There, they found Harry and Ginny clutching their broomsticks.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked before Harry and Ginny leave the house.

"Playing Quidditch, wanna join?" smiled Ginny.

"Sure!" Ron grabbed his Cleansweep from the back of the door.

"I'll just follow." Hermione said, "I'll drink first."

"Ok." Ginny opened the door, mounted her broom and kicked.

Harry followed and shouted, "We're just around here!"

Hermione turned back and picked up a glass to fill with water. Ron didn't move and watched Hermione. Hermione finished drinking and surprised to see Ron waited for her.

"I thought – I thought - " Hermione began.

Ron smiled sweetly, "You don't have a broom."

"I knew that." Hermione walked towards him.

"If I've gone with them, how will you find us?" Ron asked.

"I don't know." Hermione smiled weakly, "If I only have the talent to fly with a broom, I can join you flying right now. I've never flown with one. Watching you and Harry flying is like flying with you."

"Hermione..."

"Go with them, Ron." Hermione said, "Don't waste your time with me."

Ron looked at his feet. 'What am I going to do? I don't want to go without you. I'm not wasting my time here. I'd rather be with you.'

"Why do my closest friends knew how to fly?" Hermione laughed, "Harry, Ginny, Viktor and you."

'Viktor again.' Ron thought, "Let's go." He grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her outside. They went out of the house. Ron climbed into his broom. Hermione waved her hand meaning goodbye. Ron grinned at her.

"Do you think I'll just leave you here alone?"

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.

"Come on, Hermione." Ron replied, "Don't be afraid."

"Y-you mean fly with that broom?" Hermione gasped.

"Exactly."

Hermione climbed into the broom. "Wow! Where can I hold onto?"

"Wherever you like." Smiled Ron, "onto the stem, if you like."

"Let's fly, shall we?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"If that's what you want." Ron kicked the grass, the Cleansweep rose twenty feet high at a short time.

Hermone screamed and embraced Ron's waist, "Cleansweep is nothing compared to the Nimbus2000 and Firebolt right? I don't know how Harry can handle it. My stomach is in circles!"

"I thought you've flown with Buckbeak when we're in third year." Ron laughed, "Buckbeak is faster!"

"Buckbeak has a massive body and enormous wings, you know." Hermione tightened her arms around Ron's waist and buried her face into his shoulders, "Unlike this thin broomstick!"

Ron didn't answer back. He stared at Hermione's arms around his, her body next to him. 'I don't wanna go down, I hope this would last forever...' he thought again.

A/N: What a long chapter! Almost half of it was HG. To signed readers, please review. To those who aren't signed, please review too.