Hey! In case you haven't heard, this story is the horrific creation of two like-minded souls, intent on getting Ron and Hermione together!

We, Ginny-Star and Hermione Double (from now on, will be known as AbsoluteNutters), solemnly swear to inflict any sort of embarrassment on Ronald Weasley-for his own good-to attract the attention of Hermione Granger, thus resulting in the future couple- Mrs Hermione and Mr Ronald Weasley!

Ginny-Star- Huh. Well, that was odd.

Hermione Double- Obviously. Its you.

Ginny-Star- Hey!

The Dreaded Disclaimer: As much as we want to pretend, Harry Potter does not belong to us. Ron however (j/k ^-^).

The Most Unfortunate Ron Weasley

At the end of our sixth year

'You sure you can't break away from the Dursleys a little earlier, Harry?'

Harry shook his head gloomily. I felt dead sorry for him, staying with Muggles that resemble the back end of a Blast Ended Skrewt- or front-end or- whatever. Ugly whatever it is.

'No. Dumbledore's insisting that this time, I stay put for the first month of the summer.'

Hermione looked at Harry sympathetically.

'Don't worry Harry, we'll send you owls and everything. And no Ron,' before I could suggest my brilliant idea, 'We can't afford to go and visit Harry again. Remember what happened last year?'

I winced. I'm sure I've still got the outline of the saucepan etched onto my arm somewhere. I clapped my arm on Harry's shoulder.

'All right then, we'll see ya in a month then?'

'Bye Harry. Hope you can join us soon,' Hermione smiled whilst she gave him a hug. A hug?!?

Since when was she a "huggy" person?!? Why don't I get a hug when I get attacked by Fred or George with their Flying Dungbombs?!? Oh hell, I could feel my ears going red.

Not good. Definitely not good. Giving the back of Hermione's hair a scowl, I muttered a short goodbye to Harry before wheeling round to walk through the barrier...

BANG!

Oh, just my bloody luck! I just love walking into trolleys and luggage!

'Oh my God! Ron, are you okay? Are you hurt?' as Hermione's worried face swam into view.

Maybe bashing into a trolley isn't so bad………..

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'Oi! Ron!'

'Huh? Wha'?'

'RON!' Oh, its Fred.

'WHAT?' I bellow back.

'MUM WANTS YOU TO DEGNOME THE GARDEN AGAIN!' Oh the bloody gnomes and their stupid obsession with the flower bed.

Groaning, I shuffled downstairs into the garden, where George was grinning like an idiot. Wait a minute, there aren't any gnomes! Only Fred and George who were staring at me with the I-know-something-you-don't look.

'Ok, what it this time? You nick mums Lockhart book and set it on fire? Lost dads elektric plug collection?'

This isn't going well. They kept glancing at each other and sniggering. They're plotting something against me, I just know it. Last time they did this, they set fire to my hair. Not fun.

'Tut tut.' Smirked George.

'Little Ronnykins. Where did all the time go?' asked Fred.

This had me stumped. What are they trying to do? Scare me into giving them my broom? They're not getting their hands on my broom!

'To think,' Fred sighed, 'To think that our own brother would keep something so important from us.'

Huh?

Fred's eyes are twinkling somewhat mischievously. I don't like this!

'Ronald Weasley, we hereby sentence you to total and utter embarrassment for this most heinous crime.'

Has some dead Minister taken over my brothers body?

They're leaning dangerously close to me.

'You have a crush on someone.'

What the-?

'Fred, George, what are you on about? I don't fancy anyone!' They don't seem to believe me. Damn. I've never been a great liar.

'Ron,' George sighed 'We have many, many sources still in Hogwarts. And our sources all seem to point to one very, very obvious conclusion.'

Here, Fred conjured a plastic garden chair and motioned for me to sit down.

'You see,' he continued, 'We have been getting reports of a certain Weasley who has been unusually jealous of a Bulgarian Quidditch player. Jealous, because the said Quidditch player is-well, was- going out with………. Hermione Granger.'

Hold on- are they implying what I think they are? That I think of 'Mione in……… that way?

'Oh, God no! Fred, George, you've got this totally wrong, we're not-'

'Fred! George! Ginny! Ron! Hermione! Breakfast is ready!'

Oh, trust my mum to pick the moment that I need to correct my brothers on a very wrong accusation.

Giving it up for a lost cause (Fred had given me a wink when mum said "Hermione"), I trudge inside and plonked down onto my chair.

TWOOO!

I looked up, and just managed to see Errol soar through the window (if you can call it soaring- he is so decrepit nowadays, it's more sort of falling through the air,) and land in the jug of milk. Mum grabbed Errol, and hands the letters to Hermione, Ginny and me. I open mine, and gave a yelp as another badge fell out of the envelope. The badge was emblazoned with the words Head Boy.

Hell no.

Hermione screamed as she opens hers- the Head Girl badge was in her hands.

She basically fell on me, (yay) almost crying with happiness. Crap, my ears are going red again. Hell, I think Fred's noticed.

There's nothing between the two of us, yet, I can't help but think, though- there was an unspoken tradition at Hogwarts for the Head boy and Girl to date.

Fred and George are so gonna die.

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