Heres chapter 5. I don't own anything.

Chapter 5

At the top of the stairs, in a house called the Burrow, sat four young wizards, watching a girl receive flowers and a piece of rolled up parchment from a dragon handler. And then for the gifts that she had received, he was rewarded with a hug.

"Argh!" George shouted in frustration as he watched his older brother petition the girl he'd had feelings for,for quite a long time. "How on earth am I going to top that?" he asked, his three companions, who were also stuck at the top of the stairs.

When they had all come out of their respected rooms, they found a speel keeping them from going down the stairs and a not.

Good Morning Boys,

Charlie is using the kitchen right now and does not need to be disturbed. I've placed a no entrance charm on the stairs, along with a silencing charm, where you can hear downstairs, but we can't hear you up there.

Love,

Mom

"This is ridiculous!" George said for the fifth time in a matter of ten minutes.

"Calm down, George," Ron said.

"Calm down? How can you honestly think I could calm down? How am I going to top that?"

"Don't worry, we'll help you figure something amazing out," Fred assured his twin,patting him on the back.

"I'l help however I can," Harry promised. "Just not today. I've gotto go get ready."

"Good luck," the offered as Harry made his way up the second set of stairs.

"Come on, mate. Lets go figure out what you are going to do. You coming Ronnickins?" Fred wondered.

"No, but I'll help if you need it, George," Ron promised his brother. If any of his brothers were going to be with Hermione, he watched it to be George.

"Thanks," he said sincerely, messing up his hair. George and Fred made their way to their room.

Ron sat there,waiting for the spell to be lifted so he could go get something to eat. He needed to figure out who he was going to send petitions to and he did his best thinking when he was eating. A few moments later, the charm lifted and Ron made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Ronald," his mother greeted him happily. "Here's you a plate of breakfast."

"Thanks, Mum," he replied as he took a seat at the flower filled table. He looked over to where his best friend and sister stood, talking excitedly. Probably about those stupid flowers, he thought bitterly as he shoveled a bite of pancakes into his mouth. Ron noticed that Charlie was no where to be seen.

"Where'd Charlie go?" he asked no one specifically.

Hermione jumped, having not noticed that he had come into the kitchen. "Oh, hi Ron," she greeted him.

"Did you see the flowers that Hermione and I got?" Ginny asked her brother.

"Of course I've seen them. They're taking up half of the bloody table," he exclaimed grumpily.

"Ronald Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley scolded her youngest son. "Whats gotten into you this morning? Here, eat some more," she ordered, stacking more pancakes onto his plates. With Ron, if there was something bothering him, the more food you gave him the better.

"Thanks Mum," he mumbled. he looked over at Hermione and Ginny, who had taken seats next to him. "Sorry," he apologized, sheepishly. He looked at Hermione and added, "Sorry about last night too."

"Thats alright, Ron," Hermione replied happily.

Ron smiled, grateful to see one of his best friends so happy. "Where did you put the flowers Charlie gave you?" he wondered, noticing they were gone, as were Ginny's.

Hermione blushed at the mention of Charlies name. "We sent them to our room. How did you know they were from Charlie?" she wondered.

"We sat at the top of the stairs and watched the whole thing," he answered with his mouth full.

"Please swallow before you speak, Ron," his mother requested for the millionth time.

"We?" Hermione asked, terrified. It had been extremely embarrassing knowing that Ginny and Mrs. Weasley were in the same room, but knowing that others had witnessed it was rather horrifing.

"Harry, Fred, George and I," Ronald clarified, causing Hermione to turn bright red.

"Where's Harry?" Ginny wondered, standing and heading toward the stairs.

"He's getting ready for this afternoon," her brother answered.

"Leave him alone. Ginny, come back here," Mrs. Weasley shrieked as she ran after her determined daughter up the stairs.

"He's gong to as her to marry him, isn't he?" Hermione wondered, grinning.

"Yep," he replied bitterly.

"Do you not want them to be together?" she asked, surprised how upset he was acting.

"I don't know," he mumbled, playing with the remainder of his pancakes.

"What's wrong? How can I help?" Hermione said, concerned. She had never seen him not finish a meal before.

"Its nothing," he tried to assure her, blushing.

"Is is about the petitions?" she asked softly.

"Yeah. Its hard, being the nobody among my brothers," he admitted.

"Your not a nobody," Hermione scolded him. "You are Ronald Weasley, the boy who helped defeat Voldemore. You are part of the 'Golden Trio' and you are one of my best friends. That makes you a somebody in my book."

Ron grinned, sheepishly."Thanks. Its just, I can't be like them. How am I going to get a girl? I'm not as handsome and romantic as Charlie. Or as loyal and crazy as Fred and George."

"No one is expecting you to be like them," she reassured him. "Do youknow wh oyou want to potetion?"

"Well, not really," he admitted, pulling a piece of parchment and quill out of his pocket. "I was hoping to make a list."

"I could help you, if you wanted me to," Hermione offered. She wanted him to know that she was there for him, with anything he needed.

"Would you?" he asked, surprised. "I'll let you write. I can barely read my own hand writing."

Hermione laughed and took the parchment and quill. "So, any ideas? How about Lavender?" she suggested, smirking.

Ron chocked on his pumpkin juice. "Merlin's Beard, Hermione!" he exclaimed, coughing. "Are you trying to kill me? I can't stand her."

"You liked her plenty sixth year," Hermione found herself saying.

"That's true, but I was an idiot to ever go out with her," he replied.

"So, no Lavender. Any one else you fancy?" his best girl friend wondered.

"Well, what about Luna?" Ron asked, turning bright red. "She may be a little off her rocker, but she's always nice to everyone and shes...well, she's got nice skin."

It was Hermione's turn to chock on pumpkin juice. "Nice skin, Ronald?" she asked trying extremely hard not to laugh. "Do you mean she's pretty?"

He nodded and looked down at his hands, deep in thought. Hermione waited patiently while he tried to figure out what he was trying to figure out what he was trying to say. He usually wasn't so thoughtful with his words, so she was looking forward to what her friend had to say.

"You remember when we saw the mural that she painted at her house?" Ron asked, looking over at Hermione as she nodded. "When I saw it, it was like a part of my heart tore open."

Hermione smiled, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to appear. She looked down at the parchment and wrote LUNA LOVEGOOD, putting stars on either side of her name.

"Who else do you have in mind, Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Actually, I think I'm going to wait and see what happens with Luna. We have until March, after all to send petitions," he replied, standing.

"Alright. Are you going to go down there?" she wondered.

Ron shook his head. "No, not yet. I'm going to go out to the pond and find a hiding place to watch Harry and Ginny. You want to go?"

Hermione laughed, thinking that it was a rather brilliant idea and she was pretty sure that they wouldn't mind. "Let me go put some shoes on and I'll meet you out there."

An hour later Hermione, Ron and Mrs. Weasley sat under a tree and few yards away from the blanket Harry had set out. Mr. Weasley and the twins had left for work and Charlie was helping Hagrid with some new creature that he had acquired.

"I wonder where Ginny is?" Ron said, clearly getting bored.

"She's probably just finishing getting ready." Mrs. Weasley assured her son.

"Look how nervous Harry looks," Hermione observed.

"I can hear you," the man who looked nervous in formed them.

"Sorry." Hermione and Ron replied as they saw Ginny making her way to the pond. She had chosen a white muggle sundress, and her hair half up with a beautiful butterfly clip.

Hermione looked at the boy Ginny was walking towards and tears came to her eyes. He was watching her with such warmth and affection, as if every breath he took was because of her-for her. Will someone ever look at me like that, she thought. And will I ever look at anyone like that? Hermione watched as Ginny walked up to Harry, looking at him as if he were the only other living being. He took her hand and lead her to the blanket, helping her sit down on the blanket. He opened the picnic basket and pulled out chocolate covered strawberries, one of Ginny's favorite foods. Ginny squealed and ate with a vengeance, laughing and talking with Harry as if she had not a care in the world.

"When's he going to do it already?" Rongrumbled, sighing loudly, recieving a hard smack on the back of the head.

"Hush. If you don't want to wait quietly and patiently, then leave," Mrs. Weasley scolded her son quietly.

"Sorry. I'll be quiet," Ron replied,not wanting to miss his best friend getting engaged, even if it was to his little sister. Hermione smiled, knowing that it was torture for Ron to sit there quietly and wait. And she knew that he wanted to get to Luna's.

"Ginny, there's something I wouldlike to talk to you about," Harry said seriously, some minutes later.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked, concerned, placing her hand on his arm.

"Nothing is wrong," he assured her quickly, smiling at her nervously. "This whole petition thing has got me thinking. And I know that the Ministry said that we had to send out petitions, but I don't want to give you a petition."

"What?" Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and Hermione all squeaked at the same time, startling Harry.

"No, that didn't come out right. Wait, Ginny, please," he pleaded with his girlfriend, who quickly stood up from the blanket. Harry stood too, and grabbed Ginny's hand.

"What I meant to say was that I don't JUST want to give you a petition," he said, pulling something from his jeans pocket. Harry got down on one knee, causing Ginny to gasp. "Ginevra Molly Weasley, I have loved you from a far for three years. And I thought that I had died and gone to heaven the day you said you would be my girlfriend. I'm asking you to not only except this petition, but to please except this ring, as just a tiny symbol of how much I love you. Ginny, will you marry me?" Harry opened the box to reveal the beautiful white gold ring with a solitary, massive diamond.

"Of course I'll marry you, Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, tears running down her face. Harry grinned brightly as he put the ring on his newly acquired fiancee. She threw her arms around him, knocking him quickly to the ground, smothering him in kisses.

Hermione and Mrs. Weasley were hugging one another, crying. Ron smiled, looking at how happy Harry and Ginny were.

Luna and I might not be together now and we might not be this happy right away,but I believe that I could make her happy. Its time for me to take a chance and be a man, Ron thought as he pulled the rolled up piece of parchment out of one pocket and his wand out of the other and apparated away.

I would like to start by saying how sorry I am that it took so long for me to update. I'm doing NaNo and have been busy coming up with a 50,000 word original story by the end of November. I'm half way there! Yea me. Anywho, I hope you liked this chapter. I don't normally like Ron, but I'm trying to make him super likeable in this story. Hope its working. Have any ideas? Let me know. Reviews make me write more, even while I'm NaNoing it, so please review. Happy writing.