"Harry you need to get laid."

Harry potter looked up from his plate and started across the table, his mouth agape, at his best friend. He couldn't believe Ron had really just said that out loud. Unfortunately for Harry, Ron's voice carried such an octave that it could carry through hurricane.

And it was followed by a sudden hush in the crowded room.

Glancing around, Harry noticed that all the women and about half the men had abandoned their food and was now looking intently at him.

Why must this always happen to me? Harry thought as he turned his attention back to Ron.

Harry sighed deeply to himself and spoke his voice clear with annoyance.

"Why don't you speak a little louder Ron," Harry whispered, "I don't think the people in America were able to hear you."

"Actually I think quite a few of them are headed this way right now," Hermione Granger said as she set in the empty chair in-between Harry and Ron.

Harry groaned at his so-called friends' teasing. I am officially alone in this world. No one cares about poor 'ole me.

Harry then tired of his friends teasing him, stood up from the table while dropping a few bills on the table, and then stalked out of the restaurant. Ron and Hermione then followed shortly after him.

"Thanks to you two," Harry began as heard the pounding of feet close behind him, "I can never show my face there again."

"You can't get mad at us for telling the truth Harry," Ron shot at him.

Harry turned around and looked furiously at Ron. He was about to say something back but was interrupted by Hermione.

"You know he is right Harry. I mean, it's been so long you've even gone on a date. I know you're scared but..."

Harry placed his hands on his hips and stared intently at Hermione.

"Have you ever thought that maybe I don't want to go out on dates? That maybe I'm perfectly fine being by myself? And I am not scared of anything Hermione Granger!" Harry was shouting right in Hermione's face.

"Yes I did think of that Harry. But I knew I was wrong by thinking that. You can't keep pretending that your not scared and that you don't want someone to share your life with." Hermione said as calmly as she could as to try and calm Harry down.

Harry knew all her words were true of course. He just couldn't stand that she was always right. He of course tried to deny everything, but it never seemed to work on Hermione. Ron it did sometimes, but never Hermione. He didn't want to listen to her speak of the truths he kept buried deep inside him though. All he could think of right now was getting away from his friends and the truths they tried to bring to the surface.

Harry averted his gaze from Hermione and started walking away from her. He was a good distance along before Ron grabbed his arm and swung him around to look at him. Harry just shook him off though. He really didn't feel like talking to either one of them right now. Harry started to run towards his apartment, the shouts of his friends pleading with him to come back carried with him the whole way.

Harry didn't stop running until he had reached the blue door on the third floor of the apartment complex. All the doors in the complex were different colors. The one on his right was painted a hot pink. The owner of the hot pink door was Harry's neighbor and friend, Cassie.

Cassie had long blonde hair and green eyes. She always wore a smile on her face and she loved the color pink. Hence her pink door. The inside of her apartment was just like the door. Everything she owned was pink. She has a small poodle that she was take to the salon to die its hair pink.

Cassie was also a muggle. She knew everything about the wizarding world from her great grandmother who was a witch. Unfortunately for Cassie, she never inherited her grandmother's powers.

Cassie moved in only a month after Harry did. After getting to know one another and after a little incident where Cassie found out Harry was a wizard, they had been very good friends. She went to his apartment at the same time every day to have tea and just talking about their lives, their futures.

When Harry had noticed that Cassie started to become a bit obsessed with him, he confided in her that he didn't like girls very much. Cassie was only blue for about half a second before she went back to her perky self and said that she, of course, knew all along.

And then when Cassie had noticed a certain read-headed boy coming over a lot, she flipped out thinking that they were together. Harry had told her countless times that they were just friends but she insisted that he was in denial.

As Harry opened the door and stepped into the living room, he was bombarded by a sea of blonde hair that knocked back onto the couch. Cassie set up on top of Harry and looked down at him with a satisfied smile.

It was her weekly routine to sneak through the shared bathroom and attack Harry whenever he walked through the door. She never did it on the same day twice so he never knew when she would be there or not. It was then Harry's turn to give Cassie payback, as he would flip her over on the couch and tickle her until she cried.

As Harry was getting his revenge on Cassie, Ron had snuck away from Hermione for a secret meeting. He had told her that he had a quick errand to run and aparated before she could press him about it.

Ron now walked down Knockturn alley. Even though it was only two in the afternoon, the streets were quite dark. The only light was cast from a few street lamps that left an eerie glow on the road.

As soon as Ron stepped into Burgin and Bourke's a slightly irritated voice swept through the room.

"About time you got here Weasley."

Ron walked up to the counter at the back of the store and leaned his elbows against the glass cover. He was here to get what he had paid for and that was it.

"I would have been here sooner but Hermione and I got into an argument with Harry," Ron said his voice just as irritated.

"Oh boo hoo Weasley. Little Potter is mad at his best friend? Well I do give my most respected apologies then," Blaise said sarcastically.

"Can we please just get this over with Zabinni, where are the rings?" Ron asked rolling his eyes at Blaise's comment.

Blaise pulled out a small velvet bag from under the counter and set it on top of the counter. He pulled the strings and dropped two rings into his hand. One ring had a sapphire stone implanted right in the middle with diamonds stretched out all around it that made it shaped like a flower. Ron knew this would be the perfect engagement ring for Hermione. He only hoped that she would say yes when he asked her to marry him.

The second ring had an emerald jewel that sparkled even in the darkness. There was a black snake carved into the silver that looped around the whole ring. There was also a silver chain attached to the ring. Ron started to wonder what the chain was for before he remembered Blaise telling him that it was for protection.

"So exactly how does this thing work anyway?" Ron asked studding the ring.

"After you give Potter the ring make sure he puts the chain around his neck. Then he will have to go outside under the full moon. While his is holding the ring he will have to say the engravement three times. After that it's done and Potter will get his wish," Blaise replied.

"And whom exactly does this thing send again?" Ron asked looking perplexed.

Blaise shrugged his shoulders and placed the rings back into the small bag. He then handed the bag to Ron and sent him on his way.

Ron walked out of shop placing the bag into his pocket as he went. He started back home thinking of ways he could present the rings to Harry and Hermione. He still wasn't too sure how he was going to go about asking Hermione to marry him. He also knew that he would have to trick Harry into reading the engravement on the ring three times for the spell to work. Knowing that he would get no sleep tonight, Ron walked down the street to his house, fiddling with the velvet bag the whole way.

Yey for chapter 2. Please review and let me know what you think! Bunny