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Chapter 7: Finally! Ice-cream!

(HPOV)

"Oh Ginny," I sighed, as I sat down in the booth beside her, with Spencer on my other side. I could feel Spencer's arm around my waist. It was a small comfort, especially with Ron shuffling into the same booth, with Fred and George on either side of him. Harry pulled up a chair, and sat at the head of the table.

"Oh Hermione," Ginny replied. We both burst into giggles. After we calmed down, she asked me, "Okay, so these parchment things, the menu I guess, tell us what kinds of ice-cream there are?"

I nodded my head, as I reached over to grab a menu. Opening the cover, I motioned with my hand to Spencer to look at it. "I already know what I am going to have."

Spencer grinned and skimmed the menu, then he said aloud, "I think I'm going to go with a double Strawberry New York Cheesecake. What are you going to get Hermione?"

"One scoop of Rocky Road and one scoop of Cappuccino." I replied.

Spencer tightened his grip on my waist, as he spoke. "Why the scoop of Cappuccino? You rarely get that flavour."

"The train ride made me worn-out." I responded simply. "When we get home, I'll probably crash."

Silence lapsed between the seven of us, as Harry and the others tried to make their minds up on what kind of ice-cream they were going to get. Ginny kept muttering something about Cotton Candy and Cookie Dough, under her breath.

Finally it was Fred who broke the silence. "I think I am going to do a schoop of Tiger Tiger, with another one of Rum 'n' Raison." He leaned back in his booth, as he looked over at his twin. "Oy! What you are going to get George?"

"Hmmm...well Raspberry Pizzazz sounds really good , so I think I am going to get two scoops of that." George decided.

"I think that I'll get one scoop of Cotton Candy and one scoop of Cookie Dough." Ginny spoke up. She looked at Harry shyly. "What are you going to have Harry?"

"Hmmm?" Harry asked, coming back from who knows where in his min. Then he said quickly, "Mint and Rootbeer."

"That does sound good," I told Harry. I put my head on Spencer's shoulder. Hey, no one has asked Ron what he was going to have. I cleared my throat, in attempt to ask him, when Spencer beat me to it.

"I'm just going to have Blueberry Blitz, I think." Ron told him. "Also, I want to apologize for my actions earlier." His ears started to turn red. "I was just upset, that's all. Well I was upset that Hermione had fallen for someone else."

"That's fine, Ron." Spencer said. "I would probably feel the same way."

I was shocked; Ron just apologized to Spencer for what he did to him, but what about me? He was going insane on the train; nearly killing me in the process. "What about, 'I'm sorry Hermione'?" I asked casually. I saw Spencer look at me sharply.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Hermione."

"Sure, sure," I responded casually. "Of course you wouldn't remember knocking me unconscious on the train."

"Ron?" Spencer was looking at George confused. "You mean...?"

George nodded. "It was taken care of, don't worry." Then he added, "He won't ever touch her again, I promise." He elbowed his brother, forcefully, in the side. "Spit it out Ron, or else."

"I'm sorry Hermione." Ron apologized through gritted teeth; he didn't sound sorry at all, glaring at me.

"Accepted." I retorted icily. Turning to Ginny, I asked, "So what are you going to be doing when you get home?"

Ginny smiled. "Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping... and more sleeping." We laughed. After we calmed down, she asked me, "What about you?" Her eyes gleamed, I knew exactly what she was thinking.

Sighing wearily, I replied, "Probably going to crash, then hang-out with Spencer." I smiled, and rested my head against his shoulder. "I'm letting Spencer decide what we are going to be doing." I felt Spencer chuckle.

"Everyone knows what they are going to have, right?" Fred asked. Everyone nodded their head. "Spen or Hermi, would you do the honours?"

Spencer and I exchanged glances, deciding who was going to get the waitress' attention. Fortunately neither of us had to because she suddenly appeared beside Harry.

Her hand poised over the notebook, ready to scribble down our order, she asked us, "Are you ready to order?" We nodded. Quickly she took down our orders and disappeared.

"How long does it take for out orders to get back?" Harry wondered aloud, not really expecting an answer.

"Only a few minutes," I told him. "The service here is really great."

Spencer nodded, agreeing with me. "Fast too, and exceptionally friendly."

True to Spencer's and my praise about the ice-cream cafe's staff, our waitress appeared once again. After passing out the ice-cream, she cheerily told us just to call if we needed anything else.

Together we said thanks, then started to dig into our ice-cream. Conversation was lighter, now that we had our ice-cream, as well as the tension between Ron and myself. I smiled and squeezed Spencer's hand under the table. Now my friend's have met Spencer, and I know I won't have to hide his letters anymore. Or maybe put them somewhere where Ronald won't be able to find them...