A/N: Whee!!!! I'm writing a chapter story!! Go me!!!! I was going to put this as chapter one but I think it's

more of a prologue. So enjoy the prologue and R&R. I would also be much obliged if you would tell me if you

like the pace or if you would volunteer as a beta-reader XD Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Oh, btw, I think Harry may be a wee bit out o' character so if you have suggestions on fixing that, that would

be wonderful :D


"You—you dumb know-it-all!" Ron sputtered angrily, his face flushed.

Hermione rolled her eyes, glaring back at him. "That's an oxymoron, *Ron*!"

Ron's face turned even redder and he shouted, "I'm not an oxymoron!" Then he whirled around and

stomped up the stairs of the Burrow, shaking the whole house practically.

Hermione glared after him, her arms crossed. "Idiot…"

At the kitchen table, a safe distance away, Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. Beside him, Bill smirked,

"Sexual tension."

Harry glanced at him. "Oh, you've noticed too, have you?"

Charlie sat down with a sandwich, grinning. "Course we have mate. You'd have to be deaf, dumb, and

blind not to. Or Hermione and Ron."

"Besides, we know just about everything there is to know about Ron," Bill added.

Harry nodded, "I bet…" He glanced out to the living room where Hermione was now seated, glaring

furiously at an upside down book. A wicked grin slowly crept across Harry's face and he turned back to the two

elder Weasley brothers.

Bill's eyebrows went up, "That's a Fred and George grin if I ever saw one…"

Charlie grinned back at Harry, "You've got an idea, haven't you?"

"Yep…we're going to borrow Cupid's arrows for a bit," he said slyly.

Both of the Weasley brothers grinned simultaneously and leaned in to hear the plot. "All right—spill it

Potter," Charlie said.

Harry grinned, "Well, we're going to start small and work our way up as the plans fail. First we're—



"Ow!" Bill glared at the twins as they bonked him on the head. "Bugger off you two, we're busy!"

The twins ignored him and took seats at the table. "We can't ignore a good group plot. What's the

plot?" Fred asked.

"Yes, what's the plot?" George repeated.

Harry glanced at Charlie and Bill and they both nodded exasperatedly. "You may as well tell them too,

they might be able to help. Besides, they won't leave us alone until you do," Charlie said.


"We resent that remark!"

"Oh, shut up you two. As you were saying, Harry…?" Bill said pointedly.

"Well, I was thinking we should start by—"

"What's going on?"

Bill turned sighing to see Ginny in the other doorway of the kitchen. "We're not doing anything, Gin. Go

talk to Hermione or something."

Ginny glared at him, putting her hands on her hips. "I will not! You guys aren't going to leave me out of

something again. I want to know what's going on."

Charlie sighed in exasperation.

"Fine, get over here and sit down," Bill said irritably. "Can we get on with it, already?"

"No—no wait!" George interrupted.



"What are you idiots—"

"Cue, Percy!" Fred flung his arm out, pointing at the doorway, and a moment later, Percy walked through

looking vaguely irked.

The others at the table stared at the twins, "How did you know—"

"What are you all doing here?" Percy asked suspiciously, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "You're

making a terrible racket."

"We're *trying* to hear Harry's idea. But people *keep interrupting*," Charlie said, glaring around the


"Harry's idea for what?" Percy asked, still suspicious.

"Getting Ron and Hermione together," Harry replied.

Percy's face lit up. "Oh, really? Well I want to hear *this*…" he said, sitting down. Charlie rolled his


"Right then, are we all comfy?" Bill asked tetchily. "Go on Harry." They all leaned inward as Harry began

to speak.

"Well I was thinking—"

"Hey Harry, what are you doing in here?"

The others groaned and sat back, glaring at Ron. Ron looked back defensively. "What did I do?"

"Get lost Ron. We're borrowing Harry for a bit," Charlie replied.

Ron glared at him. "He's *my* best friend!"

The twins got up rolling their eyes and hauled him kicking and yelling out of the room before returning and

shutting the door with a spell. "Right, get on with it Harry, that won't hold if Ron runs to Mum."

Harry nodded, "All right, I think we should start out with something simple. We'll go off and start talking

about how much one is in love with the other and someone can run off and tell them we're talking about them. And

then they'll listen in…"

"And think the other is madly in love with them! That's brilliant Harry!"

"Absolutely spiffing!"

"Absolutely spiffingly corking!"

"What if they don't believe us?" Ginny asked.

"Then we'll try something else," Harry said, shrugging. "We'll instigate the plan tomorrow."


"Brilliant, Harry."

"Just don't do anything to get us in trouble." The group dispersed and Harry smiled, pleased to have enlisted

so much help. A moment later, Ron burst in looking angrily at him.

"What was that all about?"

Harry shook his head, "Don't worry, Ron. It was nothing, really. They just wanted to have a chat."

Ron glared at him suspiciously, but let it drop. "Hermione's being a real pain, you know."

Harry smothered a grin. "You don't say…"