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Ron lay in his bed, thinking about Hermione and the day he'd had. He started t drift and dream about her. He was kissing her, then he was laying next to her while she slept, then– he was grinning so widely and she was wearing a white dress, he was wearing a tux. Harry was holding two rings, Ginny was standing beside Hermione, ecstatic...

Ron woke suddenly and gasped. "Bloody hell!"

Hermione sat on her bed, pretending to read. Which was a great cover when she needed time to think, because it wasn't unusual for her to be reading all the time. She smiled to herself, reliving the feeling Ron gave her. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it felt real...like...

At that second George burst in, bowing deeply. Fred followed him, catching hold of Hermione's hand, causing her to drop her book.

"Milady, you have graced us with a business opportunity, by making our brother disoriented enough to slip him a new product. So we bow to your will, oh great one," Fred finished in one breath, grinning up at Hermione from his kneel. His words made Ginny giggle and Hermione snort with laughter. Harry entered the room with a confused look on his face, not understanding the scenario, but finding it amusing, non-the-less.

He stepped over Fred, and sat on Ginny's bed, snaking an arm around her waist. She stopped laughing long enough to kiss him, but started up again.

"What did you give him?" Hermione asked, breathless with laughter.

"You'll find out tomorrow...if it works properly. If it doesn't...well let's just hope it works," George looked away.

Seeing the horrified look on Hermione's face, Fred explained that it was harmless, especially if it didn't work. She grinned and punched George's arm playfully. The twins took out their Extendable Ears and tried to listen to what was going on in Ron's room.

"What could be going one, exactly?" Hermione questioned, a suppressed giggle almost escaping.

"The git talks in his sleep," Fred answered quietly, straining to hear what was not there.

"Damn, he must be in a deep sleep. He never talks when he's sleeping really deeply." George explained.

"Like that time when mum made those falafels? He didn't talk for days...that might not have been a deep sleep so much as–" Fred started, but George shushed him. "He's talking!"

What they heard next were among the funniest words they would ever hear.

"Yes, I do want to play chess at my bachelor party. It is not for babies George! Mummy? What are you doing at my party? You brought the–WHAT? ARE YOU INSANE! YOU LET MUM BRING THE STRI– Oh hello Herms. Of course there's no stripper in that cake. Oh no, don't go check. No please, no! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Hermione, love, please don't–ow, beat me with– ow, the OUCH FRED! WHAT THE HE–OWWIE! Ron's voice gets high pitched and he sounds in immense pain Herms, was it necessary to kick me in the– owwie." thud

Ron had clearly fallen off the bed, but the twins didn't care. They were laughing so hard tears were streaming down their faces. Hermione and Ginny were laughing at the state of the men, but had no clue what Ron had said.

After the twins had been gone for a while and Ginny and Hermione had laughed about what Ron had said (the twins told them), Hermione asked Ginny something.

"Er...Ginny?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think...that'll ever happen? Not the beating, but ...me and Ron, get married?"

Ginny grinned and gave Hermione a hug. "I'm almost certain it will Hermione,"

When this earned a smile that Hermione had attempted to hide, Ginny laughed and announced she was going to bed. Hermione tried to lay down, but she was very awake. She glanced over at Ginny who was sound asleep and would probably stay that way for a while. Hermione crept out of the door and tried as best she could to keep the stairs from creaking as she walked up them. She opened Ron's door a little bit, and lit her wand. The light spilled over his sleeping form, but he didn't wake. She crept to his side and knelt near the bed. She didn't want to wake him, but she had to talk to him...now.

She figured words were pointless, so she stroked his cheek, making him smile in his sleep. She grinned inwardly, pleased he was dreaming of her, even if she was beating the crap out of him. She cupped his face in both hands and kissed him gently, rousing him from his slumber. He smiled sleepily when he saw her and sighed, pulling himself up. He realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and tugged the covers up to his neck. He wore a confused, but happy look so Hermione spoke.

"Er...I was wondering...what your planning, Ron. Are we going to be secretive about this...which is impossible, because your whole family knows, but, all the same–"

Ron interrupted her "Of course we're not going to keep this a secret. Are you crazy? I want to be with you and that's that. Who cares if everyone in the whole bloody world knows? Most of 'em do anyway!" Ron seemed resentful about this last bit but Hermione threw herself at him, hugging him so tightly, he doubted he would breathe again. He didn't really care, if he died now, he'd a die a very, very happy man.