Chapter 5
Rons POV
The days leading up to the New Year's party weren't relaxing at all; mum had everyone doing chores from dawn till dusk. New Years day had arrived and Harry, Fred, George and I had to set up everything in the big, white marquee. There were a dozen or more long rectangular tables that had white table clothes to go over them and chairs that had white bows on the back of them. There were black balloons that had to be put specifically into three's around the edges of the marquee. We had to hang little fairy lights on the roof and put all the cutlery on the tables, by the time we were finished there was only half an hour left until the party. Harry and I ascended to my room to find our dress robes. Harry had bought me some new robes because I was dreading having to wear the same ones from the Yule ball in the fourth year. I couldn't stop thanking him the whole day.
"Thanks again for buying me new robes," I smiled.
"Don't mention it. Should we head downstairs now?"
"Yeah, what's the time?" I asked.
"It's nearly 7.30," Harry answered.
The party started at 7.30 so we thought it best to head downstairs now. We walked into the kitchen where mum was and she was wearing a long, midnight blue dress. She looked very different but quite beautiful.
"Oh Ron, you look wonderful! So do you Harry, dear," mum exclaimed. "Where are Fred and George?"
Just as she said that they came down the stairs wearing new dress robes that they had pushed mum into getting for them as they were too tall for any of the hand-me-down robes that were left by Charlie, Bill and Percy. Just as they were walking towards us Ginny came down the stairs wearing a long mauve dress with her hair up in a side bun. She looked really beautiful. Hermione came down next in the most beautiful red dress I have ever seen, words couldn't describe how amazingly stunning she was. Fred and George were in the corner of my eye and I turned to see their expressions. Fred was smiling and complimenting her while George looked like he swallowed his tongue. We all walked outside and into the marquee, there was music playing and a lot of familiar faces. Harry and I spotted Hagrid over everyone and went to say hello.
"Harry! Ron! Good ter see you's!" Hagrid smiled. He was wearing his great big moleskin jacket.
"It's great to see you too," Harry said.
"You've done a great job puttin all this together, it looks great," Hagrid acknowledged. I've got ter go see your mum and dad now Ron, I'll talk to you's later."
"I'm going to get a drink," I said walking over towards the bar. "One Pumpkin juice please." I turned around to see Hermione walking over, her ringlets bouncing on her shoulders.
"Ronald, you look great," Hermione hugged me.
"You look a-amazing," I stammered. Wait, I don't stammer. Oh Merlin.
"Thanks Ron, can I please get a pumpkin juice as well," Hermione ordered after my drink was served.
"Oh, here you can have this one, I can wait," I handed her my drink. She smiled at me.
Ginny came walking over and complimented my new robes but apparently Ginny and Hermione's new favourite song came on and they had to go dance.
Hermione's POV.
"Such a good song!" I exclaimed sitting down at a table with Ginny after dancing.
The night had kicked off straight away and everyone was up dancing and laughing. I really didn't want the night to end at all. I went and got my fifth pumpkin juice and sat down while everyone was still up dancing. George started walking over to me.
"Had a good night?" He asked sitting down next to me.
"I've had the best night and you?"
"It's been great so far," he smiled. "Do you want to go for a walk, get some fresh air?"
"Yeah, sure," We stood up and walked out of the marquee and into the cool, night air.
We walked down a pathway into the garden and just stood there for a bit taking in the coolness of the night.
"Hermione, I like you. A lot." He unexpectedly announced. I turned to face him. Those words conjured a thousand butterflies in my stomach and I was probably blushing. He took a step closer to me and raised his right hand up to my face, caressing my cheek. I felt a powerful outburst of affection overcoming myself. My heart was thumping heavily in my chest and I looked him in the eyes, pleading him to kiss me. He leaned his face in closer to mine and I closed the gap between us.
Ron's POV.
"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked me. That was a question I didn't have the answer to.
"I'm not sure," I mumbled. "I need some air." I walked outside. The wind was nice. I started down the path way but something stopped me. I couldn't see who exactly it was but inside I knew who it was. George and Hermione. My brother and the girl I love. The girl I love. I loved her but she was kissing George.