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Full Summery: Ron discovers a bottle, and gets a wish. What does he wish for? To see inside Hermione's mind! Set in the 7th year. A bit of fluff towards the end. R/Hr

Chapter 5

The Room of Requirement and a Broomstick Ride

Ron mussed his hair up a little, and changed into a short-sleeve tee in white that was a little small for him, but showed his muscles all the better. He pulled on his nicest pair of jeans, and then walked down to the common room to wait for Hermione. It was 4:45. 15 minutes.

Deciding that he would check up on Hermione, he focused on her, and broke through the wall of her mind and into her thoughts. Hermione was currently looking in the mirror, and wearing a soft pink cashmere sweater, and a pair of flared blue jeans, that were faded at the bottom. Ron thought that she looked gorgeous, but apparently Hermione thought differently.

"Oh, I wish my hair wasn't so bushy." Hermione moaned, as she tried un-successfully to straiten it with a brush. She pulled out her wand and was pointing it at her head when Ron realized what she was about to do to her beautiful, bushy brown hair.

NO. He pushed the thought into her head, and kept repeating it until Hermione finally put down her wand, and checked her watch

Oh no! She thought frantically I have 5 minutes for makeup!

You don't need any. You look beautiful the way you are. Ron interjected. Hermione sighed, and walked down to the common room.

"I'm sorry I didn't have enough time to put make-up on, but…."

"Shhhh." Ron said, placing a hand over her mouth. "You look better without it. Come on, I'm taking you to dinner first." He led her up to the Room of Requirement, and opened the door. Hermione gasped as she stepped inside and surveyed her surroundings.

The room was small, but it had beautiful, scarlet walls, and scented candles were lit everywhere, giving off a sweet scent of roses. There were also roses scattered around the room, and a small table for two was in the center. A vase of 12 red roses were in the center of the table, and a few more roses were scattered around. Ron led Hermione over to a chair, and helped her sit down. Then he sat down opposite her and looked down at his empty plate. Then he picked up his menu, read it, and said clearly to the plate infront of him

"Tomato soup, venison casserole, a side of mashed potatoes, and a glass of pumpkin juice." Instantly, it all appeared on his plate. Hermione looked stunned. "It's alright; Dobby was more than willing to help with dinner." Ron assured her. Hermione looked relieved at this news, and ordered chicken soup, spaghetti, a side of garlic bread, and a glass of pumpkin juice. Ron took a peak into her mind to see what she thought.

This is so sweet. Hermione thought with a sigh. I can't wait 'till the broom ride! It will be so wonderful. I wonder if he'll kiss me.

Ron pulled himself regretfully from Hermione's wandering mind, and began to eat his dinner.

After dinner, Ron led Hermione outside to the Quidditch pitch, and showed her how to mount the broom, and how to steer it if she was riding alone. Then he helped her on, and slid on behind her; then pushed off from the ground, and steered up towards the night sky.

"What do you think?" Ron yelled over the rushing wind.

"It's wonderful, but I feel like I'm going to fall off!" Hermione called back. Ron instantly put his arms around her waist and held her tight so she wouldn't fall off.

"Is this better?"

"Mm, much better." Hermione replied. Ron decided to see what she really thought and dove into her mind once more.

Oh, this is so romantic. I love flying. And the moon is almost full, which makes it even better.

Ron slowed the broom down so that they were just barely floating along. He leaned forward so that his chin was resting on Hermione's shoulder.

"So what do you think of flying?" he asked.

"I love it." She said quietly. She turned to look at him, and Ron quickly leaned down and kissed her, very softly, and very quickly, and then slowly floated the broom down to the ground.

He escorted her up to the Gryffindor common room, and walked up to his room, where he proceeded to check up on Hermione.

That was the most romantic thing that has ever happened to me. I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep. But she did, anyway. Ron made sure of that. He didn't want her to be tired and cranky in the morning.

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