Author's Notes: I'm so sorry if I deleted For You. I just have no idea how to continue it anymore. This fic is to make up for my brutality, hehe. Although it's not quite interesting, I love its plot because it has an air of Filipino romance, hehe. Ron-Herm pairing. Hope you appreciate the first chapter. I'll try to make this really nice, I promise you! Sorry for all the frustrated readers of For You, if there are any. I hope you'll like this fic esp. made for you! ;-)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor any of its characters or events.

Enjoy reading, guys! ;-)

As soon as Hermione opened the door, the enchanted roses followed her every move. Hermione looked delighted, but, as usual, Draco smirked.

"Another trick of yours eh? Do you think you'll get her if you do corny things like that?" Draco said, and then he laughed out loud like a maniac. "You're so corny, Weasel, no wonder no one wants to go out with you."

Ron tried to control his already rising temper. Seeing that he was already looking smug, Hermione broke in their conversation.

"Hey Ron, thank you very much for these wonderful flowers. I love them. Come on inside," said Hermione, trying to lighten up the tension between them. Ron remembered to give her the remaining roses.

"Hermione, here's a bouquet, I hope you'll also like it," said Ron, looking happier now that Hermione liked the enchanted flowers. Hermione got the bouquet and smiled sweetly at him. Draco scowled but tried to ignore it.

Upon arriving at the living room, Hermione rushed to the kitchen to get some coffee, but Draco interrupted her.

"Herm, aren't we going to date today? Let's just have our coffee outside so that we'll have plenty of time to have fun rather than stay here and be pestered by a weasel," Draco said. He smiled, seeing that his words took their effect on Ron. Ron glared at him then said,

"I thought we're going out today, Hermione. So maybe let's just leave this dormitory, as this is already becoming full of stench because of some bouncy old ferret," said Ron happily. Hermione looked like she suddenly remembered an important thing. She looked awfully worried.

"Oh, Ron, I am really so sorry! I forgot to tell you that Draco and I will go out to eat today. I failed to remember and tell it to you when you asked me out for a date. Oh gosh, I really am sorry!" apologized Hermione. Ron could not be angry at her, however embarrassed he was at that time. He felt like his heart was being wrenched. He felt terrible but he tried not to show it.

"Okay, go out with him today. Let's just go out tomorrow, if you're free," suggested Ron, trying to hide his bitterness. Hemione smiled.

"Sure, tomorrow. Ah, by the way, can you make it tonight? I'm going to make a nice dinner. Well, if it's just okay with you," Hermione added, feeling that she would be rejected because of what he did to Ron. Ron's face alighted.

"Sure, I will. What time will you arrive?" he asked Hermione, trying to conceal his excitement. Hermione thought for a while. Draco was already looking irritable.

"I guess I will be here at seven. Will that be okay with you? I mean, I'll still make dinner so we might end up eating at eight. That okay with you?" she asked. Ron agreed straight away. Hermione beamed.

"Well, if that's the case, I guess we better leave now," Hermione told him. Draco looked relieved.

The three of them went out of the dormitory and parted ways – Draco and Hermione, to Diagon Alley, and Ron, back to the Burrow.

He arrived home and immediately went to his bedroom, looking utterly dejected. Molly wondered what was wrong, but decided to ask Ron later. Even Fred and George were surprised to see him in such mood.

Ron removed his coat and went to bed. He tried to sleep but could not. His mind was so full of questions and doubts and thoughts of Hermione.

Why would Hermione do that to her, and worse, in front of Draco? He seemed like an idiot. He did not know what to think about her, if she wanted to play around or just really forgot it. He sighed and decided that Hermione would not dare do that especially to him, her best friend.

Maybe they're having the greatest time of their lives now, he gloomily thought. If I just had been the first one to ask her out. And stupid me, I'm too bashful! I can't even protest to the insults that Draco keeps throwing at me. Why do I get so tongue-tied in front of her? Maybe I should consult a doctor.

He laughed at himself and after more hours of thinking, he finally fell into a deep slumber.

When he woke up, he jumped, thinking that he might be late for his meeting with Hermione. Luckily, he woke up at four in the afternoon. He felt relieved.

He quickly put on his coat and stormed out of the house, leaving the Weasleys open-mouthed and surprised of his sudden and unpredictable actions.

It was in Ottery St. Catchpole that he remembered to apparate. He felt stupid but apparated nonetheless.

He was just in time when he arrived at Hermione's dormitory. Hermione was happy to see him on time.

"I knew you wouldn't make me wait," she told him. "By the way, could you help me prepare dinner? I'm thinking of making bouillabaisse, will that be okay with you?" she asked.

Ron remembered a happening in their fourth year at Hogwarts. He used to dislike this French food but thought better to let Hermione decide for tonight's menu.

"Sure, if that's what you like. And we can also bake some tarts for dessert. Like them?" asked Ron, smiling.

Hermione grinned gleefully. "I sure do," she said.

Both of them cooperated in cooking dinner and finished earlier than expected. They were soon seated in the dining room. Ron smelled the aroma of the cooked food.

"They smell so good, don't they? Can't wait to try them," said Hermione. Ron gave her a cute smile.

"I also cannot wait any longer. Let's now eat!" and they both feasted on their sumptuous dinner.

In the middle of eating dinner, Hermione thought of something. She suddenly said in outburst,

"Ron, do you love me?" asked Hermione. Ron was dumbstruck and was speechless for a moment.

"Uhm, I, uh, yes, I do," he said, stammering. "I wouldn't court you if I don't," he said.

Hermione smiled. "I seem to feel it, too. Thank you for that," she told him. "You know, I never thought this would happen. When we were still in Hogwarts, we used to fight even over the littlest things, but now we almost do not fight anymore," she said.

Ron winked at her. "We're mature people now, aren't we?" he said jokingly. Hermione gave a soft chuckle.

"Yes, we are. But some things still do not change. Like me. I'm still that studious girl who reads a lot of books. You, you're still very shy and still freckly faced." Both of them laughed.

"And, you know what? I used to feel something different for you, something more than being your friend," she told him honestly. Ron blushed. "I just didn't admit even to myself that you are special to me. Very special," she told him.

Ron was quite thunderstruck at her confession. He began to perspire.

"Yeah, you were special for me, too. And sorry about that incident during the Yule Ball. I guess I really should have asked you out first," he said timidly. Hermione giggled.

"Oh yes, and you told us that you did not want to end up with a pair of trolls. Yes, I remember," and she chortled. Ron snickered and snorted.

"Truthfully speaking, I was stunned when I saw you with Krum. You were just so beautiful," he told him.

Hermione's cheeks turned into a shade of pale crimson. She suddenly became conscious. "I just did it for that one special occasion," she explained. Ron smiled.

"But you sure were beautiful. And you still are," defended Ron. Hermione tried not to look pleased.

"Let's just finish dinner first, shall we?" she told Ron. Ron agreed, and they continued their dinner with butterflies in their stomachs.

After dinner, Ron decided to go home. He told Hermione that he did not want to leave early but he promised Mrs. Weasley to come home before ten. Hermione thanked him.

"I sure had a wonderful night with you. I hope we can get together like this again," she said. Ron smiled.

"Sure, I'll come here as often as you want. Uh, by the way, uhm, good night," he said quite nervously. Hermione then knew what he wanted. She kissed him on his left cheek. Ron was dumbstruck.

"Good night," she also said, looking embarrassed but thankful that she kissed him.