A/N And the story continues...

Just remembered that maybe I should add some kind of disclaimer so here it is: I own nothing (except maybe the plot), JKs the lucky one!

Chapter Six

Hermione Granger turned another page of her new copy of 'Charmologists - the wizards behind the magic' only to find it blotched with hundreds of tiny snowflakes. She gave up, stuffing the book back into her bag, overflowing with work and books that she wanted to complete before the holidays. She brushed a snowflake off her cheek somewhat wistfully. She hadn't every really seen the excitement of snow but now, looking around her at Ginny and Draco and Ron and Luna, she could appreciate how romantic it was.

To say she was a little disappointed on receiving George's letter would be an understatement. She had desperately wanted them to spend this Christmas together, not only was it the first since the war had ended but it was their first as a couple and she had wanted to show everyone that they were an item, as it were. She had even gone through such frivolities as to plan an outfit for Christmas Day, with Ginny's help of course. She could still wear the dress from her mother, but it just wouldn't be the same. She would have also liked to have seen some of the Order members again, most of whom were always happy to engage in an in-depth discussion about some magical theory or another, something that never happened with Harry and Ron. She supposed that most of the Order would be heading to France to celebrate with Bill and Fleur. And George. She had considered spending the holidays with her parents at one point, but after taking a glance at the two couples with whom she and Harry now spent the majority of their time, decided it was too cruel to leave Harry as a complete and utter gooseberry. There had also been talk of them all squishing into Harry's cottage, however Luna had declared it unfit for entertaining for fears that a rickington may be on the loose. When Hermione had first heard of Luna's moving in with Harry, platonically of course, she was extremely doubtful, but after their four months of house sharing, before moving back to Hogwarts, they had apparently been having a great time. Luna was trying to keep the Quibbler up and running in memory of her father and Harry was getting in some practise for auror training by partaking in a Ministry summer scheme for young wizards. She guessed that they did have a lot in common, unlike Luna and herself who would never be the best of friends. Even Ginny, and more recently Ron, had taken a liking to Luna and seemed to find it amusing how Hermione became so exasperated at Luna's nonsensical comments. Their characters were utter opposites, even Ron could see that much. When he'd asked Hermione's advice on the Christmas present he'd chosen for his girlfriend she had declared it 'disgustingly tacky' only for him to grin widely and murmur 'Perfect' to himself. Hermione, naturally, had already bought and wrapped her presents, hoping to secure herself some extra reading time on the last Hogsmeade visit before the holidays. Nevertheless she had found herself agreeing to go with Harry to collect all of his gifts. 'Typical' thought Hermione when he'd asked her, but she would rather spend time with him than with Ron and Luna or Ginny and, shudder, Draco Malfoy. Speaking of the foursome, Hermione turned around to see if her ears were correct in telling her that there was trouble in paradise. Obviously not for Ginny and Draco, who were too busy sucking each others faces for there to be any arguments, but looking over at Ron and Luna, not all seemed to be well.

"Are you telling me that you don't even know what day it is today Ronald?" Luna said in what appeared to be her usual dreamy mellow-calm voice, but Hermione could see tears welling up in her watery grey eyes.

"Of course I do, its Friday isn't it?"

"Yes Ronald, its Friday. Did you also know that it was four months to this day that we had our first date, our first kiss? It was one month to this day when I finally told you I loved you, and can you remember what you said to me that night?" the tears were still holding back.

"I know." said Ron quietly.

"But you really don't know, do you Ronald? You really don't know at all." A stray tear rolled silently down her cheek as she got up and walked slowly back inside.

"Sometimes she just doesn't make any sense." stated Ron, more to himself than to anyone in particular. Hermione thought that Luna's last words were the most sensible thing that had ever come out of her mouth.

"I do love her, I do. I love her so much that when I see her walking away I can't breath and when I see her walking towards me I forget to. I need her. I love her. I…"

"Then tell her" was Hermione's simple response.

"I can't" muttered Ron as he wandered away, only offering the word 'walking' as a response when Harry asked him where he was going.

When Ron was safely out of earshot, Harry plonked himself next to Hermione with the words

"We need a plan" Hermione was just about to start reeling off a list of potions ingredients like a muggle would repeat their telephone number before she stopped herself, it would take too long and was too risky. True love was not to be meddled with, not with magic anyway. They spent a moment or two reflecting on various ideas before a mischievous grin spread across Hermione's face.

"I think its about time we try things muggle stylee!" As Hermione outlined her plan and its requirements to Harry, she was quite shocked at herself, and not just because she had used the word 'stylee' either. 'Its Ginny's influence, and George's!' she thought to herself with a grin. Once Harry was well and truly on board there was only one thing left to decide - a willing volunteer.

"So…do any sexy young women owe you any favours?" asked Hermione hopefully

"Actually" said Harry "I've got the perfect person in mind."

A/N Ahh 'muggle stylee' I liked that bit for some reason, please tell me which bits you liked, or didn't like, by reviewing!