A/N: I'm so sorry that it has taken me so long to update. I had finals, then I was grounded, and then I got writers block.

Disclaimer: alas, I do not own Harry James Potter or any of his associates. If I did, Hermione and Ron would have gotten together by now. But Jo Rowling is doing a brilliant job.

Chapter VI The Beginning of Romance

Hermione POV

I am never going on a taxi ride in New York City again.

Ron POV

"Ron! Ron!" Harry waved his hand in front of my face. "Hello, Ron, are you alive?" we were sitting on the floor in my room, looking through picture albums of past summers at the burrow. It was a tradition, but somehow it wasn't the same without Hermione and Ginny. Ginny could have been here, but she was on a date with Neville. I don't know why she even bothered. Even I could tell she still had a thing for Harry, and he was oblivious. I would have told him, but I rather relished the feeling that I knew something he didn't.

I snapped out of my daydream and looked at him. "Ya, I'm fine Harry. Would you stop asking me that?" I had been thinking about Hermione again. She's driving me crazy, and she isn't even here.

"I'll stop bothering you when you become Ron again and stop spacing out." He looked at me and smiled. "You were thinking about Hermione again weren't you?"

"No! Why would I be thinking about her? I was thinking about the quidditch match we played last night…" I tried to cover my tracks, but he had caught me.

"Ron, you never think about anything else. Well, except for food." Ginny had been standing in the doorway. Apparently she had gotten back early from her date. She walked in and stood looking down at Harry and me. "You know," she was talking to me, but she was looking at Harry, something she did very often, "I feel tall. Maybe you two should just scoot around on your butts all the time." She winked.

I stood, while Harry crouched and waddled over to Ginny. He put his thumb in his mouth and began pulling on Ginny's pant leg. "Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, pick me up, pick me up." He said in a baby voice.

Ginny bent and ruffled his hair. "No no. You need to be a big boy now." Harry rose. He dwarfed Ginny. She was only 5 foot 2, Harry was at least 6 foot, and I took the cake with a height of 6 foot 3 and ½ inches. "Whatever you say mom." Harry gave her a kiss on the forehead. Okay, so maybe he isn't as oblivious as I thought.

A/N: I know it's short. I promise that the next chapter will be longer. I just felt like I needed to post something before you guys gave up on me. Review! I need ideas on how to get Hermione where she needs to be. And I'm sure you know that that place is with Ron.