Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter or the amazing characters of Ron and Hermione.

A/N – Ok, this is a sequel to my previous story Who Needs Love? (link on my profile) but it can be read on its own as well. Basically, a lot of nice incidents that happen during Ron and Hermione's summer after Deathly Hallows ends, and their seventh year at Hogwarts.

Edit – I changed the title and summary because I thought it was kind of strange.

And can you please please review if you read, because knowing people actually care about this story really helps me get inspiration and gives me a nice ego boost if they are positive. Of course, if you have any criticism, that's good too, because I do pay attention to it and on several occasions it had enabled me to improve on my writing.

One.

Dear Mr Weasley,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been selected as the new Head Boy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed you will find your badge. You will meet with me and the new Head Girl on September 1st aboard the Hogwarts Express to discuss your duties.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Acting Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Ron felt his jaw go slack as he furiously re-read the strange words on the parchment. It didn't make any sense, none at all… It couldn't be for him. Not him, the lanky ginger idiot... He checked the front of the envelope again, almost hoping that it would say Harry Potter, that was the logical choice of course. Harry had got better OWL results than him, Harry was popular, Harry was brave, oh, and Harry had defeated You-Know-Who. It made no sense. Nope, Ron thought, none at all.

But sure enough, the emerald green writing was addressed to Ronald Weasley, The Kitchen, The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England.

Then it must be a prank, Ron told himself. But it couldn't have been George, could it? A year ago Ron wouldn't have even considered the possibility of it being genuine, but now, it was different. George had only just begun to attend meals with the rest of his family again. Ron wasn't betting that he was up to playing such an elaborate trick on his little brother. Well, at least, not right now.

And Harry and Ginny hadn't so much as glanced at him, they were too busy reading their own booklists. and sitting rather close together. Ron felt sure they were holding hands under the table. Well, as long as there's no thigh touching going on, I'm fine, he thought, shuddering involuntarily at the thought.

So maybe it was real. The badge in his sweaty palm certainly looked like the one he had seen pinned to his brother Bill's robes, and later, Percy's. The same letters – "HB, in shining gold lettering, set against a background of the Hogwarts crest. Ron gently stroked the surface with his thumb. Was it really his? It was too good, no, bloody fantastic, to be true surely…

No-one else in the kitchen had noticed anything different. Nothing new there, Ron said to himself. That was always his gripe; that he was always overshadowed, that no-one ever paid him any attention; but recently, it felt so hollow. It wasn't true anymore and he knew it. He didn't know whether it was because he was more mature (because he was, no matter what Ginny said when he made kissy noises at her whenever she smiled at Harry) or because everything was so different in the aftermath of the war. Or maybe, he thought with a smile, it was because of her.

Hermione Granger.

After years of waiting, of agonising over whether he should do anything, it had finally happened. She was his girlfriend. Yes, it was true that she had kissed him, but that wasn't the point. She had said he was the best thing that ever happened to her. He'd never been the best thing in anyone's life before. It was nice, he decided.

She was due to arrive back at the Burrow in an hour he noted as he glanced at the clock. She'd been away, in Australia, fixing her parents' memories and bringing them home. He'd begged to be allowed to come with her, he'd pleaded, he'd got down on his knees and faked crying (which had been pretty embarrassing when his Dad had walked in) but eventually he had decided to stay with his family. Yes, he needed Hermione, but he got the feeling that his family, the Weasley's, needed him a whole lot more.

It was a strange thing, needing someone. Over the past year, it had seemed like the worst thing ever. The constant thought in the back of his mind that she would be killed, leaving him alone and utterly unable to cope had been driving him insane. He had even wished he had never met her, that she was just some girl, not Hermione, anything for the unbearable worry to lessen.

But then she'd kissed him, and he was so glad, so glad that she existed, so relieved that she was there to give him what he needed – someone worth fighting for.

Ron glanced down at his letter again, pondering whether to wait for Hermione's arrival before revealing its contents to his whole family. He didn't think he could wait; but Hermione's reaction would probably be worth it, just to see the smile on her face, to feel her crushing hug, maybe even feel her glorious lips (oh, her lips) on his yet again…

"Oi Ron, what's that?"

Ron felt another hand on his. George. Ron was happy for his brother, happy that he could finally find it within himself to forget Fred for even a second, but why did it have to be now?

"You're kidding." George whispered in disbelief. "You're not…"

Ron hissed desperately as an attempt to shut George up, but it was too late. His hand had been prised open by his brother curious fingers, and suddenly he couldn't feel the cold metal any more… Instead he could see it, held high like a trophy in George's hand, his own feeble cries of indignation drowned out by the screeches and congratulations of everyone in the room…

"Third in the family! Oh Ron, I can't… Oh Ron, I don't believe it, my little Ron! Third in the family! Another Weasley Head Boy! Oh Arthur, come and look at this…"

"Nice one mate, couldn't have picked a better person, thank god it wasn't me…"

"Ah Ron, well done! I've got lots of tips for you if you want any, and there's that book I bought when I first got my badge, I'll go fetch it now…"

"What did I tell you, only prats become prefects, only half-wits become Head Boy…"

"Nice one Ron!"

"What's all this fuss about?"

"Oh Arthur, Ron's Head Boy!"

"Really? Third in the family! Well done son."

The many voices were silenced by a loud crack that came from somewhere behind Ron. He turned around, half-expecting Professor McGonagall come to tell him it had all been a mistake, but instead he was greeted by a flurry of brown hair and a smile he knew could knock him out at ten paces…

"I GOT IT!! I'M HEAD GIRL! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!"

Ron smiled. It always amused him when Hermione acted like a girl. Not that she wasn't a girl, she was, bloody hell, she was… but seeing her screeching hysterically always seemed so strange it couldn't help but make him smile.

Hermione sank into the nearest chair, red in the face. Mrs Weasley ran to the stove, to serve up another plate of fried eggs and bacon. Ron took the time to retrieve his Head Boy badge from where it lay on the table and put it safely away in his pocket, before leaning back in his chair, trying desperately to make eye contact with Hermione.

"I'm sorry I came earlier than expected Mrs Weasley. I was going to come at ten, as I said in my letter, but then I got my letter, and my badge, and I had to come straight away, and oh my god Ron, you got it too!"

"Um, yeah." Ron nodded. He wasn't really concentrating. How could he concentrate on anything, let alone speech, when Hermione was sat in front of him, her face flushed and her hair as wild as ever.

"Congratulations!" Hermione replied, considerably calmer than before. Ron froned. What had happened to crazy shrill Hermione, the Hermione he had decided not two seconds ago that he would like to kiss very much?

"Oh, Ron, before I forget, I need to talk to you about something."

Oh bugger bugger bugger, Ron thought. That was never good. Whenever Lavender had said that to him it had been about his talking to Hermione too much for her liking or how she thought he shouldn't wear maroon so much (even though he had told her a million times he only wore it because of his mother.)

"What about?" he said, trying to sound confident and breezy. He wasn't bothered. Why would a little thing like having a talk with his girlfriend bother the new Head Boy of Hogwarts?

"Oh, it's nothing really." Hermione sighed. Ron felt his shoulders relax.

"But I'm not sure you'll like it, so I'll tell you upstairs.. come on."

ARGH. Ron followed her, feeling his heart beat increase tenfold. ARGH ARGH ARGH. Had he really messed things up so soon? Why? Why was it always him? Some Head Boy he'd turn out to be…