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"Ron, I'm really sorry Mum and I couldn't give you the money. I know how much you wanted to move into the flat with Hermione and Harry", Mr. Weasley said as he folded his newspaper to look at his son.

It's been almost two weeks since Harry and Hermione had moved into their new flat. Ron couldn't help but feel extremely jealous of them but he knew it wasn't worth not talking to them over. Besides, what would he do without them. Without Hermione. . .

Ron stopped moving around his eggs and looked up from his breakfast plate. "What are you talking about Dad?"

"I'm just saying that I wish we could've given you more. It's just that, they haven't given me the raise that they promised me at the Ministry-", Mr. Weasley started to explain.

"DAD" Ron interrupted loudly. Mr Weasley ceased talking. "Dad, its alright. Really. I wasn't expecting money from you guys, if that's what you think. I don't mind being at home either. I get to be with you and mum more and it only takes a second to Apparate over to their flat."

Mr. Weasley smiled at his son, "Thank you," he said. He then changed the subject to something a little more uncomfortable for Ron to be discussing with his dad. "Miss Hermione, do you?"

"Mione? What would make you think that?" He asked as the tips of his ears burned.

"Well you two have been spending an awful lot of time together."

"We've been planning Harry's birthday party." Ron said flatly.

"Ahh yes, I like that excuse. Why don't you just ask her to go on a date?" Mr. Weasley asked as a smile danced on lips.

"A date? Dad that's so old fashion! Why would I ask her on a date anyway?" Ron asked avoiding eye contact even though he knew, his father knew, he was lying.

"You two would make a lovely couple! Plus, I notice the way you look at her when she's turned the other way. I used to look at your mother like that when I was a student at Hogwarts."

"Am I that obvious?" He said finally turning his eyes to meet his fathers.

"Just as obvious as she is. She likes you, Ron." His dad added thoughtfully.

"Dad, she's just so. . . bloody brilliant! She's gorgeous too!" Ron exclaimed sitting up straight in his chair.

"She has turned out to be quite an amazing witch, yes I know." Mr. Weasley said leaning in towards the middle of the table.

"What should I do though? I need to tell her. I've been holding this in since 4th year. I feel like im going to self combust! What did you say to Mum that got you two together?" He asked eagerly.

"Well, I pulled her aside one night in the common room after almost everyone had gone to bed, and I said 'Molly, I really like you. You are beautiful.' and then I mustered up all my nerve and went in for the snog." he explained.

"Whoa! Go Dad! Then what happened?" he asked on the edge of his seat.

"Well, I went in too fast and she wasn't expecting it cause I pumped my head into hers-"

"You didn't!", Ron exclaimed.

"I did. Yes, I'm afraid I did. But it really broke the ice for us because we laughed about it for a moment and then kissed properly. I knew I was going to marry her after that." he finished. Mr. Weasley was looking at the wall behind Ron dreamily.

"Wow, Im not so sure I can do that." Ron said sitting back in his chair.

"Sure you can! Just put your heart out there, and be honest." his father said matter-of-factly.

Ron stood up out of his chair. He felt his chest puff up and his adrenaline went pumping through his body. 'Today's the day. I'm gonna tell her.' he thought.

"Dad, I think im going to go over to the flat now. Hermione and I have to finish up planning Harry's party and I told her I would be over early."

"Alright son, good luck. Remember though, be careful. She is Hermione but remember she is still a lady." Mr. Weasley had walked over and patted Ron on the shoulder.

"Thank you dad." Ron said sincerely as he put his hand over his fathers for a moment.

Mr. Weasley stepped back and with a loud CRACK, Ron Apparated into Ron and Hermione living room.

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"Ronald Weasley! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Hermione shouted, clearly startled. She had her one hand over her heart and her other hand was holding a book. She was sitting on a couch in the living room with her legs curled up under her body. She had been sitting with her back to the front door, as the couch faced the fireplace.

"How could I have scared you? You told me to come after breakfast." Ron asked a bit confused. He walked over to Hermione at the couch and plopped down next to her. "The Da Vinci Code?" Ron grabbed the book from her hand. "What's this about?" he questioned. He began flipping the pages around.

"It's a very intense book. You wouldn't understand. Ron! You lost my page!" She yelled as she snatched the book from his hands. "I don't remember where I was now!" She began to frantically flip through the pages in order to find her spot.

Ron stared at her and thought about how cute she got when she got mad. The way her nostrils flared slightly, her eyebrows crossed and even the way she pursed her lips. It didn't even matter that she was angry with him. He felt a tingling in his chest and stomach.

"Erm, 'Mione, I wanted to talk to you." His voice got very serious, very suddenly. He felt his heart start racing and his hands got clammy.

Hermione had found the page that she had been reading. She put her book mark there and looked up at him. She looked concerned at the tone of his voice. "What's wrong? Is everything alright? You look a bit peaky." She reached over and touched his face as if looking for a fever.

"No, 'Mione. I feel fine, really." He grabbed her hand off his cheek and remained holding on to it. He brought her hand to his lap and placed his other hand on top of her's. He opened his mouth to say something, only he realized he hadn't a clue as to what he was going to say. After a moment of composing his thoughts, He looked into her concerned brown eyes, and he started to say, "Okay, well, I know we're best friends and I don't want that to change. I just think it's time I tell you something."

"What is it Ron?" She had a look on her face that told him she was expecting the worst.

"It's nothing bad, 'Mione! Don't look so worried!" He said breaking into his signature grin. Although he couldn't really believe himself. He started to break out in a sweat.

"Well, not for nothing but you're acting a bit dodgy."

"Okay well, I just wanted to tell you that I really-"

CRACK!

They both jumped and turned around. He dropped Hermione's hand as he heard the sound of Ginny apparating to the flat.

"Hello? Oh there you guys are!" Ginny said walking into the living room. "Ron, why did you leave without telling me? I thought we were going to come together."

"Must've slipped my mind." He muttered. 'Now she chooses to come! Of all the times! How can I possibly bring this up again?' He wanted to scream and pull his hair. He managed to compose himself, despite the overwhelming urge.

"Where's Harry? Is he ready?" she asked them.

Ron began to shrug and Hermione said something about not seeing him since breakfast earlier but they didn't need to wonder for long because it seemed that he was in the hallway of the doorway listening for him name.

"I'm ready Gin. Hi Ron, how are you? Good good. Ready there Gin? You two behave, have fun today. See you later." Harry began talking and asking questions, not waiting for an answer. Harry rushed through the living room, grabbing Ginny by the hand and pulling her towards the door. Ron heard the front door open and could barely make out Harry saying, "Of all time for you to show up! He was about to tell her. . . ", but Harry's voice became distant as the front door shut and they made their way down the hallway to the elevator.

"Well that was a bit odd." Hermione said. She seemed genuinely confused by Harry's actions. "What's with you two today?"

Ron let out a timid laugh. "Nothings wrong!"

He cleared his throat and decided to give it another shot. He took her hand again and looked her in the eye "Mione, what I was saying before was-"

And yet another loud CRACK came from behind them.

"You've got to be bloody kidding me!" Ron said out loud dropping Hermione's hand once more.

"Aaaaahhhh, if it isn't my baby brother and the beautiful Hermione! Did I just see you guys holding hands?" George exclaimed. He walked over and Hermione stood up to greet him. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Hello George! Well Ron was just about to tell me something. Did you want to finish Ron?" She said turning back to him.

"No, don't worry. It wasn't important anyway." Ron felt his heart deflate. 'Oh well. It's just not time yet.' he thought.

"I hope you don't mind! I invited George over to help with the decorations here for the party next week." She began explaining. She conjured up a comfortable looking recliner for George to take a seat in and with a flick of her wand the guest list was in her hands.

Within minutes, Hermione had forgotten that Ron had ever wanted to ask her anything. She became so immersed in her planning that it wasn't brought up for an entire week. Not until the day of the party.

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"Hermione! Where did you want me to move this? I can't help if you won't tell me what you need done!" Ron yelled across the flat, very aggravated. The day of the party had arrived and Ron and Hermione were setting up the flat. The problem was that Hermione was running around like a lunatic and only telling Ron half of the things that need to get done. For instance, she asked him to move the couch but she didn't tell him where to put it. So Ron stood in the middle of the living room with the couch levitated but Hermione wasn't answering him.

"HERMIONE!" Ron bellowed.

"Sorry Ron!" she cried as she ran in the room. She was holding 2 different tops in her hand, her makeup was half on and her hair was even more bushy than it normally was.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" he asked sternly.

"Excuse me, Ronald but I'm getting ready!" She threw him a cross look across the room.

"YOU'RE getting ready and I'M doing all the work! Where's the fairness in that?" As Ron said this, the couch started shaking due to his shaking hand.

"If YOU would have gotten here when I ASKED YOU TO, this could have been DONE! And besides, don't pull that with me! I was up ALL NIGHT cleaning this place. I scrubbed each and every corner of this flat, and the LEAST you could do is move the couch into the spare bedroom LIKE I ASKED!" Hermione was panting heavily and her face was red from yelling.

Ron was shocked. "Well, now that's better. . . In the bedroom. That's all you had to say. . . " he muttered and off he went to put it in the spare room.

When Ron was finished moving the other furniture into the spare bedroom, he plopped himself on a chair in the kitchen with a butterbeer and waited for either Hermione or the first guests. Which ever came first.

"Ron?" Hermione called from somewhere in the flat?

"Yeah Mione, im in the kitchen." he called back.

"Oh good," she said and she walked in. "I don't know which top to wear. Can you help me?" she asked.

"Uh, sure." He replied wondering what his opinion meant to her. He has five brothers, and one sister that might as well have been another brother until recently.

She walked in wearing some pink frilly top. It was loose with a ribbon right under her breasts that tied in the back. He studied her for a moment as she twirled around for him.

"Yes? No?" she asked.

"That's, umm, cute?" he offered with the last word.

She sighed. "No, no" she said to herself as she turned back towards her bedroom to put on the other top.

When she reached the kitchen wearing the second top, Ron's eyes got wide and his jaw dropped. He felt like he was having de' ja vu. It was the shirt. The shirt from the dream. It was low cut and tight fitting to her body. It was a deep shade of eggplant with some black beading on the top right shoulder.

"Whoaaaaa." he said under his breath.

And with that Hermione smiled and turned right back around to finish off her outfit for the evening.

Ron had to shake the image of Hermione from his head cause not even a minute later loud CRACKS started to come from the living room.

The guests were beginning to arrive.

To Be Continued. . . . . .

Authors Note: Hello everyone! Okay here is chapter 6. I know it took a while to get up but I just started this semester at a new University and along with that my minds been else where because of ''someone''. Honestly, im worst than Ron! Reader of Lost Souls, the beginning is for you! I hope you enjoy it. I was gonna get through the whole party this chapter but its just taking me so long to figure out exactly what I want to happen and I really like what I have so far that I figure that this is a good part to end it at. Next chapter isthrough Hermione's eyes. It should be quite interesting! As always, please review! I'll take any suggestions. Thanks guys!Oh I didnt read through, im really tired. Sorry for the mistakes but please don't berate me over them!