A/N: The first time I heard this song, the Ron and Hermione relationship immidiately popped into mind (which shows you how obsessed I am). I decided that it would make a nice little story. And while it is just short and sweet, I am still happy with it and hope you will be too.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Harry Potter, nor the the song. They all belong to J.K. Rowling and Rodgers and Hammerstein. Here is a video of the song, in case you wanted hear what the song sounds like.Here

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Hermione sat on the front step of her house fidgeting. All sorts of things were floating around her head. She needed to sort thing out or she would never get anywhere. Listing the facts would help. Facts were her favourite, and these were the facts.

Fact 1: Ron Weasley was coming over
Fact 2: He was staying for as long as his parents were in Romania
Fact 3: She, Hermione Granger, liked him, but no one could know

Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?
Why do the neighbours gossip all day behind their doors?

Hermione’s mother rushed out the door, peering down the street. “Is that him?” she inquired. Hermione sat up and looked at where her mother was staring. A battered green car was creeping down the street towards the Granger residence. Two redheads sat in the front seat. Hermione smiled, but inside she was frowning.

I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue
Here is the gist,
A practical list of "don'ts" for you

The car reached the house then, and the long, lanky Ron Weasley stepped out, toting a large bag. Mr. Weasley thanked the Granger’s for letting Ron stay, then he drove off, vanishing after passing the house. “Dinner’s ready,” Hermione’s father called from the house.

Ron smiled at her and handed her a bloom from Mrs. Weasley’s Flutterbush. Hermione accepted the flower gratefully, but her mind was still at unease.

Don't throw bouquets at me
Don't please my folks to much
Don't laugh at my jokes too much.
People will say we're in love

Hermione had been seated across from Ron, who was now polishing off his dinner plate. Mrs. Granger was trying to check her reflection unobtrusively in the back of her spoon.

Ron set down his fork and gave a small sigh of gratitude. “Delicious dinner, Mr. Granger,” Ron smiled, and, upon noticing Mrs. Granger’s subtle primping, “You look lovely, Mrs. Granger.”

Hermione wasn’t sure if she should smile or frown; Ron was complimenting her parents!

“Why don’t you tell Ron a ‘Muggle’ joke, Hermione,” her mother prodded. “I’m sure he’s never heard the chicken one before.” Hermione giggle softly. “Okay. Why did the chicken cross the road?”

Ron screwed up his face in concentration. “Why?” “To get to the other side.”

Ron burst out laughing. Her mother and father had smiled politely at the joke and she herself had chuckled, but Ron was in hysterics. Hermione gasped. Another sign; laughing at dumb jokes.

Don't sigh and gaze at me.
Your sighs are so like mine.
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine
People will say we're in love!

They were all sitting quietly in the living room after dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were sitting on the couch and Ron and Hermione sitting in opposite armchairs. Ron turned his head nd smiled at Hermione, and their eyes locked. Mrs. Granger noticed the two teens gazing at each other, and tactfully lead her husband out of the room.

“Thanks for letting me stay here Hermione,” Ron said, “but why did you? You didn’t have to invite me. I could have stayed at home, or with relatives.”

Some people claim that you are to blame as much as I
Why do you take the trouble to bake my favourite pie?
Granting your wish I carved our initials on that tree,
Just keep a slice of all the advice you give so free.

Hermione shifted in her chair. There were so many things that she could say, so she chose the safest bet. “Common courtesy. You practically begged me.”

That wasn’t really the truth. When Ron had first told her that his parents were going away, he had mentioned that he didn’t want to stay with his family members. She had gotten the idea for Ron staying with her and it hadn’t gone away.

“I’m kind of glad you did invite me, though,” Ron continued. Then he went over and sat pointedly on the couch.

Hermione flushed pink, but went over to sit beside the redhead, who cautiously took her hand the minute she sat down.

“I’ve always liked you, Hermione. Ever since I met you, I knew you were the one.”
“I can do one better, Ronald. I love you.”

Don't take my arm to much
Don't keep your hand in mine
Your hand feels so grand in mine
People will say we're in love!
Don't dance all night with me
'till the stars fade from above
They'll see it's alright with me
Let people will say we're in love!

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