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"So you were here all day and you did nothing but sit here drinking and watching television?" Harry said to Ron as he put his briefcase away and he took of his robes.

He had found Ron lying on the sofa watching TV. some firewiskey bottles, butterbeer and brandy laying around him.

"Why not? My life is in complete shambles. Why should I drink and lay around the house?" Ron said, somewhat tipsy but still stable.

"Ok, ok. Who sprinkled 'Drama queen" in to your breakfast this morning, because I know it wasn't me." Harry said, taking his wand out and picking up the bottles with some magic.

"Ha-ha-ha... you're soooo funny." Ron said, taking another swing of firewhiskey.

"Do you want to hear our new assignment or not?" Harry said ignoring the comment.

"Does it matter?" Ron said, with a sigh.

"Yes it does." Harry said a twinkle in his eye. "The assignment is to find a date for the Minister's Ball." Harry waited for his words to reach Ron.

After a moment of waiting, he got what he wanted. Ron dropped the bottle, spilling its red-brown contents into the rug. Harry groaned when he saw this.

"You swear?! Great Merlin, this is my chance to ask Hermione out again." Ron said, getting up.

"I knew you were going to say that. So when are you going to ask her, hmm. If you take your time then someone will beat you to it. Like fourth year." Harry said, throwing the last part to get a fire started.

Ron came back to Earth, he turned to Harry and with an icy look in his eye he said: "Like hell will the same thing happen agian."

"What about the other way around? What if Hermione is the one that wants to go with someone else and she asks them not you?"

"Are you trying really hard to put me back in a depressed state or what?" Ron said, somewhat mad.

"No, I'm just trying to show you that while you're here thinking of what you could do; you could be letting someone else ask her and not you." Harry said, cleaning the rug that Ron had dirtied.

"Crap, your right." Ron said, going to his room.

"Where are you going?! The girls' flat is the other way!" Harry yelled, not knowing what Ron was up to.

"I'm going to freshen up! You don't honestly believe that I'm going to her house looking like this?!" Harry heard the muffled response

"You are hopeless!" Harry said, chuckling.

"It works for me so I'm fine with it!" Ron yelled back, laughing a bit.

Ten minutes later, Ron came out clean-shaven, with clean-clothes on and a hint of cologne on him.

"Damn, I should use Hermione a bit more to clean you up a bit more." Harry joked.

"Whatever, I got to go now or else I won't be able to ask her out. What time is it?" He said, while looking for his watch.

"It's seven-thirty." Harry said, looking at his wristwatch.

"Ok, got to go. Wish me luck." Ron said, putting his wallet away and his wristwatch on.

"Good luck." Harry said, patting Ron on the back.

"Thanks." Ron grinned.

Ron Apperated into Hermione's hallway, nobody noticed because there was a protective spell that let them do this without Muggles ever noticing the bit of magic.

He took a big breath and knocked on the door. Ginny answered, "Oh, it's you Big Brother." She said, disappointed.

"Who did you want it to be?" Ron said, while coming into the flat.

"Harry. But I'm assuming that he's busy." She said closing the door.

"Nope, I left him sitting down to dinner." Ron said, sitting down.

"And what do we owe the pleasure of having you in our humble home?" Ginny said, still standing.

"Is Hermione here?"

"Who was it Ginny?" Hermione said, coming into the room. Ron stood up, "Ron?" Hermione said, surprised.

"Hey, how are you? Tired I suppose, from last night." Ron said, instantly thinking that maybe it wasn't the best of times to barge in on Hermione.

"No, no, it's not that. I've had all day to relax; it's just that I thought it was Harry and not you." Hermione said, motioning him to sit down and so he did.

Ginny took her que, "Well, I'm going to go visit my boyfriend. Why don't you guys stay here and chat?" Ginny said going to the closet and putting on her coat, "Well bye and have fun!" She said, running out the door.

Hermione and Ron looked from the door to each other and smiled awkwardly.

"So," Ron said, trying to lighten the mood, "you're probably wondering why I'm here again. Well the reason is that I found out from Harry that the Minister's Ball is coming up and I don't have a date."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, Oh my God! She thought.

Ron continued not noticing Hermione's reaction to his words. "And I assumed that you don't know since it was announced today and you didn't go to work either. Well," he became rather flustered at this point, "since we both don't have dates and I don't feel like asking anyone else..."

Say it Ron, say it! Hermione thought, screaming it in her head.

"Will you go to the ball with me?" Ron said the last part very fast.

Hermione screamed in her head, but she wanted him to think that she didn't understand, so in a very relaxed way, the complete opposite of what she was thinking, she said, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

Ron became even redder and in a strained voice, he said, "Will you go to the ball with me?"

"Sure Ron, I'll go to the ball with you." Hermione said, getting up, Ron followed her as she finished her response, "I'll be glad to." Hermione smiled.

But inside she was ecstatic, she was going crazy. She needed Ron out of her house so that she could take out her excitement and sense of accomplishment.

The blush on Ron's face became stronger in color, Hermione smiled. "Well, got to go, I'll see you around."

"I'll walk you to the door."

"I'll see you later then. Bye." To Hermione's surprise Ron came closer and kissed her cheek.

They both laughed it off as if it was normal for him to do this.

"Bye." Hermione said, watching him go.

She closed the door and without shame she started to scream at the top or her lungs jumping up and down. She got on the table on the couch, on the adjacent armchair, she ran to her room she jumped on her bed, in her bathroom. She ran and ran and screamed and screamed until she collapsed on the living, exhausted but still laughing not only on the outcome of Ron's visit but also at herself and what she had done.