Author's note: Hello! The second chapter wasn't really a cliff hanger, but it left you with something to think about. (I hope.) Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: The brilliant and talented J.K. Rowling owns these character & to Incubus for being so damn catchy.

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Chapter three:

Oh, I've made a mistake

Ron sat at the kitchen table in the Burrow. The family was getting together for a congratulatory dinner for Harry and Ginny. For once, Ron was alone in the tiny kitchen. He took this rare chance of solitude to reflect on his and Harry's talk they had a few days ago.

He wondered to himself what was really holding him back from telling Hermione how he felt. He was never really a very expressive person. It always happened in stressful situations when he would truly open up about how he felt, especially when it came to girls. And Hermione wasn't quite normal. Of, course he didn't mean this in a bad way. She was complicated, smart, beautiful, intimidating and unattainable. Ron knew she was out of his league. She deserved someone smarter and better looking. What could he possibly give her? Plus, hadn't she had enough of him over these many years? Did she see him as a brother, like she saw Harry or did she see him, Ron, as more?

Ron's thoughts quickly changed when he noticed his mum coming into the kitchen.

"Good morning Ron, dear," Mrs. Weasley said smiling at her youngest son.

"Morning mum. Do you need help with anything?" Ron asked hoping (for once) that his mother needed help so he could keep his brooding thoughts at bay.

"No thanks, dear. If I need anything I'll call for you, okay?" She said starting her usual routine for cooking large dinners.

"All right, mum," Ron said disappointedly leaving the table.

He walked outside and into the garden. He was barely paying attention to anything around him. He would de-gnome the garden when one would cross his path. He continued his aimless wandering in the garden until her heard his name being called. He desperately hoped it was his mother calling him inside to help her with some mind numbing chore, but instead he found someone entirely different calling his name.

He saw Fred and George walk into the garden. Ron walked over to them with an inquisitive look upon his face.

"Why are you wandering out here by yourself, mate?" Fred asked him raising a red eyebrow.

"You look like someone took your chocolate frog card collection and burned them right in front of your very eyes," George said smirking.

"No, nothing like that. There's really nothing to do. I asked mum if she needed help, but of course she's stubborn and told me no. So, I'm just roaming around here de-gnoming the garden for later."

"You know they'll just come right back," George said.

"What's really wrong baby brother?" Fred asked almost sounding concerned.

"Don't you gits act like you care. There's nothing wrong. I'm just rather bored," Ron said trying to look rather bored.

"Wittle Ronniekins, we do care. How dare you say we don't care about you," Fred said with mock-offense.

"I'm sorry. I guess I am a little on edge," Ron said scratching his head.

"A little on edge? I think that's an understatement, mate," George said.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" Fred said trying his hardest to pry the answer out of little brother.

Ron looked at the twins for several minutes.

"C'mon! You know you want to tell us. We're irresistible!" George said winking at Ron.

"Fine, you gits really want to know then?"

They nodded enthusiastically.

"Well, I think I love Hermione," Ron said casting his eyes downward and looking at the twins with his peripheral.

"Seriously? We ALL know that already. Ask her out already and marry her you sodding idiot!" Fred said.

"I thought this whole sour mood was for something better than your pining after Hermione. Such a waste of time," George said rolling his eyes.

"Wait! What? Who all knows?" Ron asked dumbfounded.

"The whole family, Harry and probably Hermione herself," George said nonchalantly.

"Are you fucking serious?" Ron asked in pure disbelief.

"You should try concealing your feelings a little better there, mate," Fred said clapping Ron on his back.

"I thought I was," he said mostly to himself.

Fred and George looked at him sympathetically. They shrugged and went back inside.

Ron realized that he'll be seeing Hermione in a few hours. He hoped he wouldn't act awkward around her for the mere fact he didn't want to make an ass of himself. Had he already made an ass of himself? Probably. He took a deep breath and to steady himself. He opened his blue eyes and went back inside. He'd pester his mother until she gave him something to do, anything.

Hermione studied herself in the mirror. She wore a teal cocktail dress with black heels and chandelier earrings to match her dress. She managed to magic her hair into a complicated up-do that suited her face perfectly. She applied a small amount of eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. With one last look, she deemed herself acceptable and walked downstairs. She locked her house up and apparated to her second home.

She appeared next to the familiar gate and opened it to make her way up to the house she loved so much. She opened the door and discovered no one in the house. She automatically walked towards to backyard. She saw a small tent with a long table underneath. She made her way towards to table to sound of laughter, talking and yelling.

"Hermione!" A chorus of voices met her as she came to the table.

"Hello everyone," she said smiling at them all.

"Oh, Hermione dear you look very pretty," Molly said as Hermione hugged her.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," she said taking a seat next to Ron.

"Hello, Ron," Hermione said giving him his normal greeting of a hug and a kiss on each cheek.

Ron turned beet red and mumbled a hello back.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley busied themselves and helped get everyone food and drinks. It was a beautiful evening. The lights hung on the ceiling of the tent gave off comfortable, yet romantic lighting. The food was exquisite as usual and the company was fantastic.

Harry stood up and hit his glass with his fork. Everyone got quiet at once.

"Well, I would like to make a toast, to my beautiful fiancée Ginny, my amazing family and friends. I'm grateful for you all, I truly am. I love each and every one of you. You have no idea what you all mean to me considering you all believed and stuck by me all this time. You all were the family I never had and now, we truly will be family. Cheers," he said beaming at each one of them.

"Cheers!" Everyone said in unison.

"Oh, Harry! That was beautiful. It really hit me right in my heart," Fred said pretending to wipe tears from his eyes.

"Don't mind him, Harry dear, we all don't anymore. Your speech was beautiful. We've all thought of you as family and I'm happy to have you as a son-in-law," Mrs. Weasley said hugging him.

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley."

"Call me mom if you want," she said smiling at him.

After everyone's heartfelt speeches to Harry and Ginny, Ron turned to Hermione.

"Hermione, can I have a word with you alone?" he asked nervously.

"Of, course Ron," Hermione said getting to her feet.

As they started walking towards to house, Ron and Hermione heard wolf whistles behind them. Ron looked back at Fred and George and gave them the finger. Gits.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione asked sitting in a chair in the living room.

"Well, er, how are you?" Ron asked stalling.

"I'm fine, Ron. How are you?" She said with a giggle.

"I'm all right, I suppose."

"Well, what's going on?" she asked giving him her full attention.

"Well, I wanted to tell you something," he said not looking at her.

"You can tell me anything, Ron," she said softly.

"I'm not too sure if I can tell you this. Maybe you already know, but it's so hard for me to say. This typically isn't me. As I'm sure you already know," Ron said quickly.

"Ron, calm down. Just spit it out."

"All right. I'll just spit it out. That's it," he said coaxing himself rather than speaking to Hermione.

Hermione didn't say anything. She patiently waited for Ron to say whatever he had to say. She thought she had an idea of what it could be. Her interest grew in anticipation.

"So, we'll be walking down the aisle together for Harry and Ginny's wedding," he finally said.

"Oh, that's great. I'd figured we would anyways considering you're Harry's best male mate," she said sorely disappointed.

"Yeah, true," he said awkwardly and silently cursing himself.

"Well, we should probably go back to the party in less you have something else to tell me," Hermione said hoping against hope he did.

"Um, no. I think that's it," he said trying to smile at her, but it just looked like a grimace.

"All right, let's go."
"I'll be there in a moment," he said trying to sound as if everything is okay.

Hermione took a last look at Ron while she walked back into the yard. She shrugged and made sure that she looked content.

Ron slapped himself in the forehead. Great! I really fucked that up. What a douche bag thing to say. I'm such an idiot. He straightened himself back up and made sure he looked normal. He made his way back to the table not looking at Hermione and smiled to assure everyone he was all right.

Fred, George, Harry and Ginny all turned to look at Ron to silently ask if he did it. He shook his head at them all and they glared back at him.

This was going to be harder than he thought. Why'd he have to be such a sodding bloody git?

A/N: Poor Ron. Anyways, I know Fred died, but I love him so. I just love the twins in general and I couldn't separate them.

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