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"Bill, dear, could you pass the carrots?" Mrs. Weasley asked, trying to direct attention towards her instead of Ron and Hermione's row.
Bill stared at Ron for a moment with a puzzled look and then looked towards Mrs. Weasley, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."
"I said, could you pass the carrots?" Mrs. Weasley pronounced her words with more distinction so that she was more easily heard.
"Oh, the carrots, right!" Bill reached for the vibrant pink bowl and placed it in front of Mrs. Weasley's plate.
"Thank you, dear," Mrs. Weasley said.
The table went back to silence, but Ron took no notice of it. Instead Ron was thinking of how he could have mistaken Hermione's conversation with Ginny. It wasn't Krum. It wasn't McLaggen. Who could it have been? Maybe she was making it up. How come she looked so clueless?
Coming out of his thoughts, Ron pushed his empty plate towards the empty space in front of him. Without saying a word, he stood from his chair and began to ascend the stairs.
"Ron, where are you going?" Mr. Weasley asked. "Your mother made this wonderful meal and you're going to leave without saying anything!"
"But, Hermio—"
"Hermione excused herself. It would be nice if you did the same."
Ron looked at his dad with annoyance. "May I be excused, mother?" Ron asked with an overly proper tone.
"You don't want pudding, Ronald?" Mrs. Weasley looked at him worriedly. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Mum, little Ronnikins is feeling a bit confused," Fred piped up. George and he seemed to be very interested in tonight's dinner.
"Yes, mum, Fred here is right! Ronald here has gotten a taste of the love bug and doesn't know how to handle it properly," George gave a wide smirk. Ron could tell his brothers have been waiting for a chance to do this all night.
"And it doesn't help either that he thinks Hermione has gone and snogged Viktor this summer! Silly little Ron, when will he learn?" Fred gave George a satisfied smirk and the two of them began to eat again.
"Mum, that's not true. Well, parts of it are but– wait a minute! They didn't– it's a possibility– of course!"
"Ron, what is wrong with you?" Ginny finally thought she should add something to this conversation.
"I don't know. I think I need to go to bed," Ron looked like he was thinking so hard his head might explode.
"You know what; I think that's a great idea! Ron, dear, you must be exhausted from all the commotion." Mrs. Weasley gave a weak smile and got up to scoot Ron towards the stairs.
Ron seemed quite distracted as he began to climb the staircase. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened. He couldn't stop thinking about Hermione.
Suddenly Ron realized he had reached the landing which Ginny's room was located. Of course Hermione was staying in there.
Ron looked behind him to make sure the coast was clear. He didn't want anyone to find out about this. All Ron could see was the stair way and the wobbly, wooden banister. Mrs. Weasley's voice was heard from the dining room. She seemed to be announcing pudding.
When Ron was satisfied no one would be coming up the stairs soon, he walked up to Ginny's door.
A/N: I know it's short and there's a CLIFFY! The next chapter should be coming soon. Please review!