Welcome To The King's Chronicles: Half Blood Prince!

I couldn't wait to get here to indulge in all my sixth year Romione fluff and angst! This book was such an important milestone in their lives when it came to them and I plan to explore every aspect.

Romione shippers, this book was made for us lol.

Just letting you know, there will be some parts that will 100% conflict with the kiss that happens in DH, which lead us to believe that it was their first official kiss. Sorry, but I fail to believe that Ron and Hermione didn't have something going on quietly behind Harry's back after that whole Lavender thing. Hermione and Ron were just way too close not to have something, and probably didn't open up because of wanting to keep it to themselves at first, and then wanting to make sure Harry knew that they would focus on the hunt, so I'm just letting you know. This won't take away from the kiss that happens at the end of DH though, I promise.

Also, forgive me if I butcher Fleur's accent. Shoutout to fanfic writer naarna for helping me with errors and my French, she really helped my story a lot with that.

Disclaimer, disclaimer, blah blah blah, don't own none of the Queen's work. All I own are the things made up and Ron's thoughts.

On with the fic!

Chapter 161: A Big Announcement

Book 6: Summer 1996

"It's not true. I don't believe you."

"I live in the Muggle world Ronald, of course I would know it to be true."

"You're having me on. There is no way a person can actually enjoy that!"

"If you can enjoy being on a broom, why can't someone enjoy being twirled around and flipped over in a carnival ride?"

"That's completely different. A broom you can control. You have no fucking clue what can happen being trapped in some barmy cage and being thrown about by some rusty old machine."

*laughs* "It isn't rusty, Ron. You're exaggerating."

"You said that this carnival has been around since your parents were younger than us. Seems pretty old to me."

"That doesn't mean they use the same rides, Ronald."

"Well, how about this. I'll get on that barmy ride with you, if you get on a broom with me."

*silence*

"Hermione?"

"No."

"Oh come on. You'll ride that death machine, but you won't ride a broom with me?!"

*laughs* "You might drop me."

"I wouldn't. Quite frankly, I don't want to take you up on a broom now. I feel insulted."

"Oh shut up. Can you come with me on Friday, or not."

"Can't. Apparently we are getting a visitor later on, and Mum wants us to stay and make her welcome."

"Really? Who?"

"Take a guess. Take a very wild guess."

"Tonks?"

"No."

"Luna."

"No."

"Professor Umbridge."

"You're a cruel one, Granger."

"Well, why don't you just tell me?"

"Fine, its Fleur Delacour."

*scoff sound*

"Come off it."

"Why is she coming?"

"I guess Bill wants her to meet the family properly. They have been dating, you know."

"Well, that sounds nice. She's 19 now, isn't she?"

"Yup. My brother likes em young. Just like someone else I know."

"Ronald Weasley..."

"When are you coming?"

"Never."

"Awh come on Mione, you got to come."

"I'm not going to come if you're going to tease me about Viktor the whole time!"

"I'm not thinking about your precious Vicky."

"Now I'm really not coming."

"Come on Hermione, pleeeeeease? I'm sorry, alright? I really wanna see you."

"You do? Awh Ron, do you miss me?"

*silence*

"Ron, you can say it if you want to. I won't tease."

"No."

"You miss me, admit it."

"Never!"

"What if I said I miss you too?"

"You...you really miss me?"

"Do you miss me?"

"Of course I do."

"Ha! You said it! I can't wait to tell Ginny!"

"I take it back now."

"No don't, it's really sweet. I...I miss you too. Honest."

*blushes* "Thanks. So, can you come?"

"I can try in a week or so. My parents can't vacation, they have way too many appointments. And I don't want to be stuck here doing nothing, so I'll ask."

"Tonight?"

"How can I ask tonight? It's one in the morning, they are already sleep. As should we be. We've been on the phone for at least 4 hours."

"Oh...I didn't even notice. You could have told me you were sleepy."

"I'm not. *yawns*... well, I wasn't until you brought it up."

"Yeah, I've made myself sleepy as well. Guess we can call it a night."

"I'll ask them first thing in the morning. Night, Ron."

"Night, Mione."

"RON GET UP!" Ginny's scream bellowed through my door. I groaned as I looked out of my window. The sun wasn't even fully in the sky yet.

"Like hell," I mumbled, putting the pillow over the back of my head as I turned over in my bed.

I heard my door creak open. I was determined not to get out of bed, so I ignored it.

Suddenly I felt 115 pounds crash onto my back. Ginny had jumped on top of me.

"FUCK GINEVRA, GET OFF!" I yelled, raising my back up as quick as I could to throw her off of me. Ginny landed on the other end of my bed, laughing.

"I've been calling you for about five minutes, tosser." said Ginny. "Maybe if somebody didn't stay on the felly trying to snog Hermione through it all night, maybe you would be better rested."

"This coming from the girl was found sleeping yesterday morning with it up to your ear." I said as I stretched. "And I wasn't trying to snog her. You can't do that over the phone."

"But you want to snog her, don't you?"

"Did you wake me up just to fuck with me?"

"No. Mum told me to wake you. Bill is coming at noon rather than tonight, so we have to make sure everything is spic and span." said Ginny, rolling her eyes.

I groaned again. Bill always pulled shit like this. I was eager to see my brother, but I was also looking forward to sleeping in, especially since I stayed up even longer after I got off the fellytone and thought about Hermione...and did...well...teenage boy things for lack of better words.

"Fine. Tell her I'll be down in five minutes." I said, getting out of bed.

Fifteen minutes later, I came down the stairs, still in my pajamas. Mum stared at me, a disgruntled look on her face.

"Nice of you to join us, Ronald." said Mu voice that clearly stated that I was in trouble.

"Yeah...well...I thought it would be nice to give you an early morning." I said hesitantly. Unfortunately that was very much the wrong thing to say.

"Don't get cheeky with me, Ronald Weasley!" snapped Mum. "Perhaps we should take that confounded contraption out of the house. Then you'll get a proper amount of sleep and be up on time!"

"NO!" shouted Ginny and I at the same time.

"What's the matter with owls?" huffed Mum. "Poor Pigwidgeon hasn't been on an errand in months!"

"Hey, that's not our fault, Mum." I said. "Umbridge was monitoring the posts! He flies all the time if that's the problem."

"Well when Bill and Fleur get here, I don't want any use of the phone."

Ginny and our mouths dropped.

"But why?!"

"Are you serious, Mum?!"

"What about Hermione?! She's supposed to answer me this afternoon!"

"What about Dean, Mum?!"

"Hang Dean! What about Hermione!?"

"Hey! You're not the only one that uses the felly!"

"No one cares about your silly little boyfriend!"

"STOP IT YOU TWO OR ILL BOX BOTH YOUR EARS!"

Ginny and I went quiet as we looked at Mum's reddening face. We put our cups of pumpkin juice up to our lips and sipped quietly for the rest of breakfast.

Hermione,

So I won't be able to talk to you on the phone. Ginny and I have gotten in trouble for using it too much and she doesn't want us on it when Bill and Fleur are here, so we have to use Pig.

When you know what's going on with you about coming over here, send Pig back with the answer.

Love,

Ron

I looked over the last two words I wrote. Should I have written that? I mean people write that in letters all the time and it doesn't mean anything, and it wouldn't have been the first time I had written it. However, things were starting to feel very…..different.

I quickly added a change to it, signing it the way Hermione usually signs letters when she used to send them.

Love from,

Ron

That was better. Maybe she wouldn't suspect.

I tied the letter onto Pig and threw him up into the air for a boost. Then I got dressed and began Mum's lengthy chore list.

Around noon, when the house was so fucking clean that you could eat off the floor, Bill and Fleur Delacour walked into the door. Mum fussed over Bill for a few seconds before she took Fleur's charming and delicate hand in hers and shook it.

Fleur then looked at me, and almost floated to me.

"Ah, Ronald!" she said in her angelic voice and gave me a kiss on each cheek. "It iz so good to see you again! You 'ave grown since last time, non?"

Fleur was just as amazingly gorgeous as she was in fourth year. Her long blonde hair looked as if it was glowing, her skin looked like it had been bathed by those gods that Muggles would talk about, and her smile lit up the entire room.

How could anybody not love and adore this woman? She was the most perfect thing that ever existed.

"Earth to Ron!" I heard Ginny shout.

I looked around and seen that everyone was staring at me as if I had gone mental. When I realized that I did indeed have a dopey grin on my face, I backed away from Fleur and sat down.

Bill laughed and came over to hug me. "And I thought the bloke from work had it bad." he whispered to me, causing my face to grow hot.

""Et toi... you must be Bill's baby sister, sa petite soeur!" said Fleur, taking Ginny's hands into hers. Ginny looked as if she was offended by Fleur's words.

"I'm his younger sister, yes." she said sharply.

"I 'ave a baby sister as well, as you should remember Gabrielle. You are simply adorable!" said Fleur, her voice going a bit high, as if Ginny was five and not about to be fifteen.

Ginny looked as if she wanted to punch the woman. She loomed over at Bill, and then to me, as if we could give her the words to say that wouldn't offend Fleur. I shrugged.

"I have to go write a letter now," said Ginny, removing her hands from Fleur's. "Nice to have met you."

"Merci, nice to 'ave met you as well, mon petit papillon." said Fleur sweetly. "We are going to be great friends!"

Ginny, who knew a little bit of French herself, gave Fleur the most disapproving look I had ever seen her give someone, and then marched up the stairs, loudly.

"Oh I am so sorry." said Mum, looking as if she was trying to suppress her anger over Ginny's behavior. "Ginny just takes a while to get to know new people."

Fleur waved it off. "Pas d'problème, Madame Weasley. Ginevra and I really didn't talk when I was at 'Ogwarts, so I understand. You have an...er...quaint 'ome, Madame."

Mum's smile began to look forced. "Why, thank you, dear," said Mum, a bit breathlessly.

"Although, Bill, you neglected to tell me that you 'ave so much...nature 'ere. I almost ruined my shoes." said Fleur, holding out her foot to show Bill a speck of mud that was on the tip.

Bill smiled at her. "It's alright, nothing a napkin won't take care of," he said, taking the shoe and a handkerchief from his pocket and dusting it off. He then placed the shoe back on her foot. Then he looked over and winked at me.

For the rest of the day, it was starting to seem like Fleur was starting to become an annoyance. Mainly to Mum and Ginny, though I didn't see the issue. Fleur was just brought up in a different setting than we were. And while she somewhat critiqued Mum's taste in decor, and talked about how heavy in calories the food Mum made was, and how Ginny would look so adorable in braided pigtails like a farm girl, I thought that she was rather charming.

When Mum brought out dessert, Bill and Fleur stood up at the table. Fred and George (whom along with Lee Jordan were living in a flat above their shop now) had joined us for the night, as Bill had wrote them, telling the. That he had something to say. Apparently Charlie already knew weeks ago.

"Mum, Dad," started Bill. "I have something to share that I know is going to make the two of you very happy."

Mum gave Bill a quizzical look, as if to say she doubted it. Ginny looked as if she was bracing herself.

"Fleur and I are getting married!" exclaimed Bill as Fleur stuck out her left hand to show off a very nice diamond, a diamond that she had more than likely been hiding.

The room went deaf. It was so quiet that I could hear and make out everyone's individual breaths. Bill and Fleur stood there, smiles still very prominent on their faces.

Fred, George, Dad, and I turned to Mum, waiting for her to say something. Mum had the same look of disbelief on her face that she had when Percy left.

"Well?" said Bill finally. "What do you think?"

Ginny was the first to speak.

"I think you're mental to get married." she said, crossing her arms.

That made the world spin again.

"Ginevra Weasley!"

"What, Daddy, he is!"

"Damn Gin, tell us how you really feel."

"Yeah little sister, way to lay it on thick."

"I would think it barmy for the two of you to get married too! It's not just because it's Bill!"

"Ginny, just shut up!"

"Oh mon Dieu!"

"Oh Ron, shut it! You're just saying that because you fancy her!"

"I do not, sod off!"

"Now Ron-"

"EVERYBODY STOP TALKING NOW!" shouted Mum.

Everyone ceased the arguing and looked at Mum, who seems to had come back to her senses. Fleur looked as if she wanted to cry. Ginny looked as if she wanted to punch something.

"This is Bill's decision," said Mum, "and he is an adult. And if Fleur and he wants to get married, then we will be happy for them."

"But Mom..."

"I said be happy for them, Ginevra!"

Ginny glared at Mum. She stood up, made her way out of the kitchen, and once again marched loudly up the stairs.

"Cake anyone?" said Fred.

No one said much during dessert. Everyone ate their cake in silence, with the occasional "this is good, Mum" said, but other than that, no words were exchanged. Ginny didn't come back downstairs.

After dessert, the twins lingered to speak to Bill and Fleur. Mum and Dad went to their room, apparently Mum had a stomachache. With nothing else to do, I went to my room to check on my card collection.

When I got upstairs and entered my room, Pig was flying around my bed with a piece of parchment tied to his leg. I caught him, took the parchment from his leg, and handed him an owl treat. He happily perched onto my shoulder, as if he was reading what Hermione had written me too. Nosy bird.

Dear Ron,

I had a feeling when Pig came pecking at my window (which he almost broke) that you had gotten in some sort of trouble. Maybe we should cut our phone conversations shorter. Or just have them earlier on the day.

However, we won't have to worry about that, because I get to come to the Burrow on the 2nd. That's only a few days away! I was really excited to hear that. Mum and Dad felt it wouldn't be fair that they wouldn't be able to spend any real time with me, and that I would be by myself practically all the time, so they said that of your mum will have me, I can stay for the rest of the summer. Hope you don't get tired of me.

Have you heard from Harry? I wonder if he is okay. Do you know when he will be coming? I feel so bad that he is there by himself with those horrid people brooding over Sirius. You know he is.

Anyways, write me back when you can after you ask your mum about the rest of summer. See you soon!

Love,

Hermione

I decided I would ask in the morning. I had a feeling that talking to Mum tonight wouldn't be ideal.

Someone knocked on my door and didn't wait for me to answer as they had opened the door. It was Bill. I put the letter under my pillow and sat up on my bed.

"A quick word, Ronnie?" he asked. For some reason, I felt as if roles had been reversed.

"Sure," I said, pointing to the bed Harry slept in when he was here. Bill nodded and sat, his face had worry written all over it.

"That didn't go well, did it?" said Bill.

"Could have been much worse."

Bill chuckled. "You're right, it could have. Mum could have said that and not Ginny."

"I don't know what's up with Gin. That came totally out of left field."

Bill shook his head. "I actually expected Ginny to be against it. Being the little sister and all. What do you think about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"About me getting married."

I thought about it for a second. I hadn't really had it on my mind. "Brilliant, I guess. I mean, if you're happy, I'm happy for you."

"Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" asked Bill, as if he was asking for my approval in a way.

"I'm only 16, Bill. What do I know?"

"You know more than you think. But maybe that's not the question to ask you." said Bill.

"It's fine, Bill. If you feel you're ready, you're ready I guess. Fleur seems nice enough. Fine as all hell."

"Don't lust over my fiance." joked Bill. "Speaking of lusting, how are things with you and Hermione?"

My face grew hot and I began to rub my neck nervously at the sound of her name. "She's coming in a few days. If Mum let's her, she's gonna stay the rest of the summer."

Bill raised his eyebrows. "Well well...and what's going to happen with that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You still haven't made a move yet, have you?"

I sighed and shrugged. The way my brother had asked the question made me feel like a total idiot.

"Bill, when did you know that you were...I mean...I don't know." I said. I didn't think he would understand. I was only 16, and I was feeling things for a girl that seemed almost like Mum and Dad.

"Ronnie, it's okay to say it. You love Hermione." said Bill, getting up from Harry's bed to lean against the wall, something he usually did when he was about to get very serious.

"I don't know if it's love, if I just really really like her, or if it's just me wanting her. Aren't I too young for this?"

"Mum and Dad were 19 when they got married. They loved each not her all through Hogwarts from what they and others have told me so no, I don't think you're too young. That's not to say that you should get married at 19...even though I am marrying a 19 year old. Well. She will be 20 when we marry...that's not the point, I'm getting sidetracked."

I chuckled. It was funny seeing Bill as the nervous one.

"But to answer your question, I knew I was in love when I first saw her at the third task."

"You're barking! That was her veela powers!"

"It wasn't actually. Remember, I had seen her from the stands. I was nowhere near her, therefore, seeing as she's only half veela, she wouldn't have been able to make me feel anything I didn't want to. After I had seen her that day, I couldn't get her out of my mind. I remembered every single thing about her when I went back home. From her crystal blue eyes, to the way her hair was blowing in the breeze, to the smile she had flashed her sister before she went into the maze. I didn't see her for awhile, until she started working at the bank. She would indeed turn on her veela charms, but it didn't make me feel any more different that I had already felt about her. If you can remember the most insignificant details about a woman, if you can't think of what it would be like not to have her without going insane, if you actually find yourself with someone else, and all you can think about is her, then you're in love."

My eyes grew wide. "That's really deep." I whispered.

"Love is deep, little brother. True love is actually." said Bill. "You'll know it one day. And when you do, it'll hit you like a ton of bricks."