Summary: Every one knows Hermione and Ron are the perfect couple. They just don't know it yet. With Christmas in sight and Harry and Ginny's wedding nearing, the "Get Ron and Hermione Together Club" (GRHT Club) is in full swing, but will it earn its two most important members? All will be revealed…

Chapter Three: Assets, Christmas and favours.

A/N: Hello, my fantabulous readers. Thank you so much for your generous and much appreciated reviews. They're what keep me writing. Even though I am quite partial to it anyhow. Thank you to my wonderful beta, Twilight's Dawn, you're fantabulous also! Please do read and review! Especially the latter! LOL Here's the next………ENJOY! (I hope)

Oh and Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

At that very second Ron appeared from behind his curtain. He looked very smart indeed. His hair was slightly ruffled but the suit was elegant. Black suit, white shirt, crimson tie: it was well tailored and made him look extremely sophisticated. If only he didn't have a very puzzled look on his face you would have even called him suave.

"What date is this?" he asked perplexed. "I thought we were going together?"

"We are going together, but coincidentally Molly and Ginny already planned this," Hermione spoke pointing to her rather revealing dress.

"Oh," Ron answered in awe.

"Yes, I should have known."

"Well, we'll know next time eh? Besides, you look great. It wouldn't hurt to show a bit more flesh now and again."

"Ronald Weasley, what did you just say?"

"Nothing, I'm just saying that it might be a good idea sometimes."

"Really and why would you want me to be showing more flesh?"

"Forget it. Pretend I never said anything."

" Shhh dear, you must hold still. I'm almost done," the woman scolded.

"Sorry," Hermione apologised, throwing a dirty look towards Ron.

"No matter, we all have quibbles with our other halves," the woman spoke, eyeing Ron, who tried to ignore her.

"He is not my other half," Hermione answered plainly.

"Alright dearie if you say so," the woman smirked.

"Believe me, I do. Am I done yet?"

"I do believe you are. You're free to go."

"Thank you. Madame…."

"Imelda, please."

"Right, well, thank you, Imelda." She nodded towards the woman. "And Ron…" She

looked towards him.

"Yeah?" he asked worriedly.

"I'll see you soon."

Hermione made a quick stride to her dressing room, changed and Apparated to the Burrow.

She fixed her curly mane of hair as she neared the doorstep of the Burrow and knocked gently. There was a sound of hurried footsteps and the door opened.

"Hermione," Mrs. Weasley smiled, grabbing her for one of her special motherly hugs.

"Hi, Molly," Hermione managed due to the sudden shortage of air.

Mrs. Weasley stepped back from the threshold and waved a hand, welcoming her into the living room. Hermione smiled. This house was like a second home to her. Ever since she had met Ron and Harry she had spent many summer holidays and Christmases at the Burrow and after they had left Hogwarts this was a usual meeting place. It was always a place of warmth and comfort. She gazed around the room warmth flooding through her as she took in her surroundings.

The fireplace was lit and there were several stockings hanging from the mantlepiece. On top of the mantlepiece there was a garland and several photo frames. All the pictures of Ron and his siblings no doubt, along with a couple of their grandchildren, daughters-in-law and Harry and Hermione.

In the corner was a hefty Christmas tree complete with twinkling over-the-top decorations and lustrous fairy lights dancing gaily about the tree. The angel fluttered her wings every so often sprinkling even more shining confetti upon the tree. Each picture frame within the room was decorated with sprigs of holly and mistletoe was hanging above the doorway into the kitchen. She sighed merrily. It was the perfect Christmas setting.

All angry thoughts towards Ron diminished as she glanced at the photo hanging nearest to her. It had been taken two or three summers ago by the lake at Fred and Angelina's cottage. Ron was sitting next to Hermione with his arm casually wrapped round her waist. They both were laughing contently as the warm sun beat down on them. It was a fantastic picture. It always made her feel cheerful when she saw it.

"Ginny's in the kitchen if you want to go on in," Molly began, a smirk appearing at her lips as she followed Hermione's eye direction.

"Oh yes, of course."

Hermione swiftly followed Molly into the kitchen to see a bent-over redhead sitting at the table.

"Hello, Ginny," Hermione spoke, taking the vacant place opposite her. She settled herself down to notice the many pieces of parchment in front of her and Ginny scribbling quickly.

"What's this?"

"Oh, it's the final guest list."

"May I take a look?"

"Why not." Ginny grinned.

Hermione gazed over the parchment quickly as Ginny began to speak.

"There's me and Harry, you and Ron…" There was a slight pause and a flicker of a smile at the mention of the famous should-be couple. "Mum and Dad, Hagrid, Professor Lupin and, last but not least, Dumbledore at the top table. Then there's Fred and Angelina with little Lucy, George and Katie, along with Bill, Fleur and baby Paul, Charlie and Tonks and finally Percy. Then for the third table there's…"

"That's quite okay, Ginny. I think I'll save the rest of the guests' seating arrangements a surprise."

"Oh well suit yourself."

"You've been working hard. Where's Harry?"

"He and Ron are going to a Quidditch match later on so I said I'd get this done when he's gone."

"Aren't you dedicated."

"Well, how did this morning go?"

"Alright"

"Did you like the dress?"

"Well it's a bit daring isn't it?"

"What are you talking about?"

"It's kind of tight and leaves a lot of me exposed."

"Really?" Ginny asked with feigned concern.

"Yes, actually."

"What did Ron think?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He thought I looked beautiful."

"Really did he say that?" A smile escaped her lips.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, he did. He also said that I should expose more flesh more often!"

"Really, what did you say?"

"I told him to shove it."

"What?"

"Well I certainty couldn't have him making those derogatory sort of comments could I?"

"What do you mean derogatory?"

"Your big oaf of a brother was suggesting I should dress like a hooker."

"My brother was telling you that you looked amazing and that you should flaunt your assets more often," Ginny retaliated with delight in her voice.

"Oh how could I ever have been mistaken?"

"Exactly. I knew you'd see sense. How was Ron's suit?"

"He looked the part of the gentleman awfully well. Very handsome."

"I thought he would." Ginny beamed again, was there actually a hint of infatuation in Hermione's voice? she thought gleefully.

"So what did you want me to come over for?"

"Oh nothing really. I just have the tiniest favour to ask you."

"Well don't keep me in suspense. What is it?"

"I want you to cook dinner for everyone on Friday."

"Ginny, you know I can't cook and who's everyone?"

"Everyone is just the Weasleys and it doesn't matter if you can't cook. I asked Ron to help you just before you arrived."

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