Chapter 6

Ron's POV

I don't recall what happened for the rest of the night, I was lost in my own thoughts. I knew George liked her but she had to have some idea that I liked her after making her that photo album for Christmas.

I woke up the next morning in my room, the sun pouring in from my window. Harry wasn't in his bed so I presumed he must be having breakfast. I slowly got to my feet and made my way to the dining table. I sat down next to Ginny grabbing a plate and some sausages. Everyone was lost in their own little conversations, I looked around the table and saw George and Hermione talking and then I remembered last night. Actually I remembered it as soon as I woke up, though I was hoping it was just a dream. Or nightmare. Hermione started giggling at something George said and I decided that I had had enough breakfast. I went upstairs and got dressed in very warm clothes and headed outside to the garden, it had started snowing sometime this morning and I sat on a little bench.

I don't know how long I sat there for until I heard someone walking over. "Ron?" I heard George's voice. I didn't look up. "Ron, are you okay?"

"Okay? Am I okay? How could you ask that?"

"What do you mean how could I ask that?"

"You know I love her! You know it and you kissed her!" I started getting angry.

"Is that all you care about? Your own feelings? Ever think what she might want? What I might want?" He argued. I stood up looking at him now.

"I can't believe you, I want to settle this!" I shouted.

"What do you mean settle this?" he asked a bit confused.

"A competition. We've only got three days left of the holidays but whoever it appears she likes more by the time school goes back, wins and the other gives up."

"That's horrible. What if she finds out about the competition? Then what happens?" he questioned.

"That's not going to happen, George."

"She already chose me," he stated.

"Well, we'll see about that," I walked into the house.

Hermione's POV

Late in the afternoon it was snowing heavily outside so Harry, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and I sat down in the living room with a hot cocoa. Ron was sitting right beside me and George was over the other side of the room. George kept eyeing off Ron the whole time we sat drinking our cocoas, it was sort of nice though that he was and it was like he was making sure Ron didn't make a move or anything. Once I finished my cocoa I walked over to the kitchen sink and started washing up my cup.

"You're a brilliant singer," George said catching me by surprise. I didn't even realize I was singing until he said that.

"Oh, you're too funny," I joked.

He smiled at me, "Do you want to go out for a butter beer, or something, someday?"

"I'd like that," I smiled back. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Tomorrow, 2 o'clock," he said walking away.

I stood there for a minute smiling stupidly at myself, when Ron came around the corner.

"What are you smiling about?" He questioned.

"George just asked me to go have a butter beer, or something, with him," I smiled.

"Oh," He looked at his shoes. "I was going to see, uhh, maybe, oh never mind."

"Pardon?" I asked confused.

He walked out of the room. I was a little bit confused but still so excited about tomorrow afternoon.

I immediately told Ginny and she was happy for me.

"What are you going to wear?" Was the first thing she had said.

After a quiet dinner Ginny and I headed off to bed. In the morning I woke to the sun shining in, brightening the room. The day was quiet, Ginny and I played wizards chest and I got lost in a book until Ginny told me it was time to get ready. I put on some light colored jeans, a beige colored sweater and a scarf. I picked up my purse and headed downstairs. George was waiting for me his arm out stretched to apparate to Hogsmeade. When we arrived in Hogsmeade he took hold of my hand and we walked down the snowy road and into the Three Broomsticks. George ordered two butter beers and we sat down at one of the wooden tables.

"You look beautiful," George complimented me.

"So do you, I mean, oh Merlin," he started laughing, I couldn't help but laugh with him. Madam Rosmerta bought over our butter beers and George's first sip gave him a frothy moustache. I started laughing at him and he didn't seem to realize what was wrong until I told him. We talked for quite a while, it was really nice.

"Is something wrong with Ron?" I questioned thinking about yesterday evening.

"I'm not sure, why?"

"Oh, well yesterday he was just not himself," I explained.

"I'll have a talk to him later. Should we head back now?"

"Sure," I smiled.

We apparated back to the Burrow and headed inside because the snow was falling thick and it was freezing.

"Thank you for today, George," I said.

"We should do it again sometime," he smiled.

"Definitely."

He kissed me and went up the stairs.