First of all, I want to thank all of you, who left a review. You really make my day. I thank you so much for your support. That's a really good motivation for me. I hope you'll like those upcoming chapters as well. But there won't be too many. I am also not sure about my English anymore. When re-reading my stuff I find so many mistakes, I hope it doesn't bother you so much, or at least not as much as it bothers me. Anyway... enjoy!

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"You go."

Again, they had spoken at the same time. A little while both stayed silent, then Ron tried again, he almost stumbled over his own words. It seemed, that he wanted to get over it very quickly. At least, that's what Harry assumed, who could hear everything through the still open door.

"Sorry." Ron's voice almost broke at the end.

Harry smiled. 'Sounds like it's very difficult for him to apologize.'

"I shouldn't have said all those things. I guess it was a bit rude. So I am sorry."

Harry would have liked to see Hermione's face, but he was careful not to bother now. With ears pricked, he pursued to what would happen. But again there was silence. Even before he could consider what the two were doing, he heard Ron's voice again.

"Smells of dinner. Harry." A red-haired head appeared in the door. "Harry, there will be dinner soon." As fast as he had appeared, as quickly he was gone. The last thing Harry heard, was a short "Are you coming?", then someone ran noisily down the stairs.

Harry shut his book and went to the door. Somewhat surprisingly, he looked at Hermione, who stood rooted to the spot on the landing, apparently in thought.

'She's probably still reflecting on whether the whole thing really happened.' Harry thought.

"Everything ok with you?" The words took Hermione out of her mind. When she saw Harry standing next to her, she put on a big smile and replied: "Of course."

Harry had his doubts, but he swallowed any objection.


Once in the kitchen, the entire Weasley family was already sitting at the table. Hermione sat beside Ginny. Harry headed for the chair next to Ron, but was stopped by Mrs. Weasley.

"Harry, would you please put the soup spoon to the table? Thank you." Harry took the kitchen appliance and sat down.

'So now I should have everything.' Molly Weasley thought, went to the table and told everyone to start their dinner. Once again she wiped her hands on the towel, then she sat next to her husband, who sat as always at the end of the table. Even before Mrs. Weasley ate her first spoonful of stew, she surveyed the crowded table. Of course, she had immediately noticed that her youngest son was not sitting next to Hermione, but opposite her. Somehow she was disappointed.

'Molly, don't be silly. How could you think, that everything changes, just because of your album.' After she had scolded herself, she finally began to eat. Although she wanted to let it go, her eyes wandered again to Ron and his 'friend'. And thanks to that, she noticed, that she wasn't the only one barely eating. Both, Hermione and Ron were looking up from their plates, just to catch a glimpse of their opponent.

'Well that's not new ...' Suddenly Molly Weasley stopped eating. Only now, her attention fell on something, she never had noticed before. While her youngest son was looking to Hermione only a few times, and then just very briefly and somewhat anxiously, the brunette looked almost constantly and with a broad smile on her lips... and in her eyes.

Mrs. Weasley wanted to cheer loudly. Hermione reacted definitely to the album. Not only because she wanted to have it as a wedding gift. But because she seemed to take the first step now too. Molly Weasley couldn't take her eyes off the young pair. It was just too exciting. What would Ron do? Would he respond in any way? But the longer she watched the two, the more questions came up in her head. After Ron initially had looked up to Hermione from time to time, he now only was talking to Harry. Hermione had also noticed that fact and her smile was slowly fading away.

'What does that mean? Why does Ron ignore her? I really don't understand...' Molly Weasley thought. Once again she was interrupted in her thoughts. This time, however, by external influence. Arthur, her husband had nudged her cautiously, pointing to her plate. With a 'I know-look' Molly Weasley went back to her almost untouched meal.


When dinner was over, the whole family seemed to disappear in all directions. Mr. Weasley went out to his shed, the twins back to their room. So there were only Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny left. While the girls were helping Mrs. Weasley cleaning up, the guys went into the living room.

After everything was clean and stowed away in the cupboards, Mrs. Weasley thanked the girls for their help, then Hermione and Ginny went also into the living room.

"Wait Ginny, here." Mrs. Weasley handed her daughter a tray with four glasses. "If one of you gets thirsty."

Ginny took the drinks and followed into the living room. She set the tray carefully on the coffee table and sat next to her friend on the sofa.

"What do we do?" Startled from the voice of her friend, Hermione blinked several times, then she looked to Ginny.

"I don't know. Maybe we could play 'Exploding Snape'?" Without waiting for an answer, Hermione was asking the boys, who were sitting in the corner, playing wizard chess.

"Do you want to join us and play 'Exploding Snape'? Her gaze fell on Ron and she beamed widely.

Unnoticed by her friend, Ginny shook her head. 'Oh, Hermione there's no way to be more obvious. But maybe it's her only choice to get his attention. My brother must be blind, really.' Ginny already noticed her friends strange behavior at dinner. 'Since when does Hermione flirt?' Was her first thought. Immediately followed by: 'At last!'. But apparently her brother wasn't an easy task. In her opinion, Hermione was a little too pushy, but basically it was the right way. She wanted to help her friend, but thought otherwise. It was a very sensitive subject for Hermione and her brother, how else would they dance around each other for several years. So she decided to observe the whole situation for a while, but when it wouldn't lead to any success, she would intervene, that was for sure.


Ron refused to play with the girls. So Harry and he went on with their game. When Ginny's eyes fell on Hermione, she could see a short moment of disappointment.

"I got the new 'Witch Weekly'. Let's have a look, ok?" Ginny already rose from her seat to get the magazine and shortly after the girls were reading on the couch. While they were giggling from time to time, you could only hear some murmurs from the other side of the room. Every now and then Hermione looked up to catch a glimpse at Ron. Ginny felt something between pleasure and pity. Ron never looked back, not one single time.

Pondering what she could do about it, she grabbed one of the glasses, which were still standing untouched on the coffee table.

"The drinks!" Hermione suddenly jumped up from the sofa, as if she had a sudden inspiration. Surprised by this outburst, Ginny almost choked on her pumpkin juice.

"What?" The redheaded girl gasped. But Hermione didn't answer. Instead, she took two of the remaining glasses and went to Harry and Ron.

"Here, there is something to drink for you?" She handed them the drinks. Harry took it immediately and thanked her, but Ron, however, hadn't noticed her.

"Ron? A drink for you." There was still no response. Hermione leaned down a bit and touched her friend's arm. "Ron ...?"

Just as suddenly as Hermione had just jumped off the couch, Ron reacted.

"What are you doing?" He looked surprised to Hermione, holding his arm as if he was burned.

"I ... I had asked you several times whether you want a drink and you weren't ... "

"No, I don't want anything." Ron's response was a bit harsh, too harsh. Hermione put the glass back on the small table and muttered a quick apology to Ginny, before she left the room.


Three people - Mrs. Weasley had coincidentally witnessed the last moments - stared at Ron in disbelief.

All three sighed softly: 'Oh dear...'


And... what do you think? I was really quick updating, wasn't I? For your pleasure, so see you, Quen.