hi. Okay so this is my first time writing a fanfiction, infact I'm completely new to the world of fanfiction. My wonderful friend Mellie, made me addicted to it and helped me come up with the plot of this story.

Anyways, here it is. Enjoy

Tell her Ron

Harry entered just in time to see George apparate into his room.

"Morning mate" he greeted. Harry smiled knowing what would follow next.

"Wake up Ron! Look mummy brought you food."

Ron let out a sigh and covered his head with his blanket. Ron, amongst everything was perhaps the heaviest sleeper. It would take a lot more than this to wake him, but of course, he knew that. And he also knew his weakness…which is what George used next…

"Ron, Hermione is leaving right now! Are you planning to say goodbye to her?"

With a start Ron threw of his blanket to face them. His expression almost serious but mostly worried. He walked up to them and started towards the door, only realizing too late that they were blocking it.

Harry who had been quietly snickering throughout all this finally spoke up, "Ron, she is leaving at 4pm. Don't worry" and with that, he burst out laughing losing whatever self control he had kept. Ron's expression changed from serious to fury. He quickly reached for his wand from the table and tried to jinx the nearest person. But George was too fast, "Stupefy!" he said pointing his wand at Ron.

Ron barely missed and was about to shot one off to him as the bedroom door opened and he froze, wand still at the ready. In stepped Fleur.

"Good morning 'verybody" – she stopped, looking at the wand in Ron's hand and looked up at him and then at George. "Izz this what I th" – this time George broke off her mid-sentence,

"Nothing Fleur, Ron was just looking around for something. We will be down soon. And remember, you didn't see anything," he winked when he said the last part and closed the door. A minute later, all they heard were descending footsteps. And for the first time, Ron seemed to regain himself and find something to say.

"You stupid git! I swear I am going to rip your heads off!" he charged towards where George was standing. Harry quickly got up and held on to Ron from the back. Ron struggled and tried getting free from Harry in which he almost succeed – for a second, and then he realized it was useless and let go. Ron stood there, face full of anger.

"Oh look! Ron is going to fight me! Run!" smirked George while mimicking a girl's voice. He laughed some more and then in a blink, he was gone, leaving no trace of their visit.

Harry turned around and pretended to be looking for something in his closet. Ron looked at him and asked, "You weren't lying when you said Hermione was leaving at 4 right?"

"Right" said Harry turning around for a brief second and looking at Ron with a knowing look.

"What?" asked Ron looking at him and scratching his hair.

"Nothing." said Harry while a sly smile played around the corner of his mouth. Trying to keep a serious face. Finally letting go, he laughed, "but you got to admit, that was funny!"

"Only a little" Ron replied looking sheepish. They laughed silently and together they went downstairs to what was now a peaceful morning, in many months.

Downstairs the kitchen was in full motion. The dining table was in full swing with platters full of croissants, ham sandwiches, jars of milk, hot pancakes and so much more, clearly emphasizing the essence of Molly Weasley's kitchen. The short plump woman was already about in a frenzy making sure breakfast was properly served around. She looked up to see Harry and Ron climbing downstairs laughing.

"Morning darlings. Here you go, have a seat, it's about time you were up Ron." She told his son. Ron and Harry went to sit where Mrs. Weasley held chairs for them; Ron sat directly across from Hermione and Harry right beside him.

"Morning Hermione. Packed yet?" Ron greeted her as his face suddenly turning dark shades of pink. Hermione looked up from her plate and greeted, "Morning Ron, Harry. Yeah my mum and dad are picking me up later this afternoon." Though the dining the whole table was busy eating and chatting away, Harry realized she was saying this a little sadly. Harry thought perhaps he should leave them alone, but as he had just sat down, he knew there was no way Mrs. Weasley was letting him go without atleast eating something. Ron and Hermione would just have to wait to talk about what had happened during their hunt for the Horcruxes, the kiss they had shared… last year Harry would perhaps have been mad about this fact. But now, he accepted it, accepted that they could no longer remain friends anymore. After all, he still had to sort out his situation with Ginny, though it was not going to be hard, he could tell as he watched Ginny smiling at him from where she sat. Hermione was leaving for a whole month for a vacation around the world. If he didn't tell her anything now, he was just going to regret it later. Harry promised himself he would talk to Ron when alone.

As they were cleaning up the kitchen, Harry thought this might be the only chance he might get. So he started.

"You are going to tell her?" he asked Ron.

"Tell her what?"

Exasperated, Harry replied, "Well you know, talk about whatever happened out there? Between you two the night Voldemort returned?"

Ron looked around sheepishly while wiping down the table. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Harry threw his rag at him. "You know exactly what I am talking about. Unless you want me to go in detail of how it exactly happened? Here I will start…so when – "

"Ok ok, I get it. But I don't know mate. Maybe that happened because she was just worried about me…you know? In a best friend kind of way? I mean there is no way to know she likes me too"

"So you do like her" Harry said smiling triumphantly.

Ron whipped his head around very fast. "I never said that!" saying it as if trying to prove it more to himself.

"You didn't need to. It's all over your face. But you got to tell her mate! Look what happened with … well Ginny and me" Harry said, looking away.

"Well its easy with you guys. She likes you and you…anyways, with Hermione…I mean whatever, why are we even talking about this. Just forget it." And with that he turned and continued wiping the same exact spot that he had since they started talking.

"It's up to you Ron. You do realize she is not going to wait around for you this time? Or are you just going to let some Cormick come along again and…what I am saying is, tell her. If you feel anything, now is the time. The rest is up to you." And with that Harry put away the last dish and walked out the kitchen leaving Ron with his thoughts. Harry hoped he had helped and even if it hadn't, well he knew one thing he didn't have to worry about. He saw Ginny off to the side of the house in the garden; he smiled and turned towards her.

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