Helloooo! I'm back, again. I'm (yet again) making the most of *another* day at home. Damn cold. We've run out of Lemsip tablets so I'm stuck with the smeggingly gross drink... ::shudders:: Well, here's part four. I realised (falling asleep) after I'd posted part three that I'd left out some bits, so this chapter's just filling in for lost time. So it's shorter. And in the style of SMTV:Live (Only British people will get this) "Hi Harry fans". Harry's in this, and so are some Chinese people we don't know from the books... hmmm... they could be relatives of Cho (I can't use her *again*, she's already in the beginning part). Ah, I'll get to it. This bit also has an appearance from that unusual vanilla plant from the last part. NEway, on with the... er... fic. "Hey Hermione, is Ron ever gonna come over? I haven't seen him and Harry for ages!" Neville moaned, as he worked around the kitchen as Hermione prepared a Beef Wellington. "Yeah, relax Nev. He said he'd come when he and/or Harry and Ginny have some free time." "Oh. Cool! Well, I'll take these out. It's so great how your food has got really great all of a sudden! It's like, you met Ron, and then you cooked brilliantly! Amazing!" Neville left the room, carrying about 7 plates with him. "Yeah..." Hermione said, worriedly, "Amazing..." "Oh... my... god." "I know." "He's acting really strangely..." "I know." "Why?" "I know." "You know why he's like this?" "What?" Harry looked up, confused. "You said you knew why Ron was acting... strangely." Ginny said, looking at Ron, bewildered. She had every right to be. Ron was sat at his desk, staring at a paper aeroplane he'd been making. Well, not exactly *looking* at it, his eyes were out of focus and he appeared to be thinking about something. "Well, I don't. I don't think there's anything we can do about him. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and arrange meetings with the Chang's." Harry stepped outside, while Ginny softly spoke to herself. "Oh why doesn't he like me?" "Idiot." Ron spoke up from his desk. "Excuse me?" "You won't even ask. You're afraid of it." "Thanks, Ron." "Coward." "Oh, like you're not!" "You won't even go over there and bloody ask her!" Ron said, and Ginny realised he didn't even know she was in the room... He really was into this Hermyonee girl, or however you were meant to spell it. She looked at him worriedly. "Should I call him? Do you think I should call him? I mean, if he's not gonna come maybe I shouldn't call him... should I? No, he probably won't come so I won't call him. But what if he is coming? I should ring him, don't you think? No, really, what *do* you think?" Hermione looked at Sybill and Neville, unsure. "Hermione... first girl, RELAX!!! You're even making *me* stressed!" Sybill answered. She had a point, when Sybill got worried; there was definitely something wrong. "Yeah. Look, if Ron comes or not, he'll come when he wants to. OK?" "You're right. You're always right! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Hermione rushed into the kitchen. "Do you think she's eaten some of her own food?" Ron walked out of his office, and walked down the stairs, rather than taking the lift. He was actually craving vanilla éclairs... He walked down, shaking his head. The craving was so bad now he could smell them! Wait... he really could smell them... they were begin eaten by two people... vaguely familiar... Parvati and Dean Thomas! "Er... excuse me, but I'll have to confiscate that..." Ron said, trying to pry the éclair box out of their hands. "Huh?" Parvati said, confused. Why was this guy taking away the éclairs made by her best friend? "What? Hey! Ron! We meet again!" "That we do Dean, and I see you still haven't lost that admirable trait of stating the obvious." Dean chuckled. "Good one, Ron. But... why are you taking away these éclairs?" "Ah... store policy, I'm afraid nothing but the restaurant food is allowed on the premises..." Ron said, yanking the box away from them and legging it up the stairs, before Dean had time to say, "But the restaurant's not open yet...!?!" "Oh god, Ginny, I need help!" "I know. Do you mean the straight jacket kind or the police kind or the-" "I took away a box of these vanilla éclairs from two of my friends from school, just so I could eat them. I'm obsessed, I can't help it!" "Look, Ron, what exactly is so great about these eclairs?" "They're delicious!" Ron said, licking his finger that he'd just wiped around the inside of the box, to try and taste some more. "Right. I see. Give me that damn box!" Ginny snatched the box away and licked the inside herself. "Oh! God, these are... these are... AMAZING! I need more!" "Suit yourself. The numbers on the box." Ron walked out of the room, and went to buy a certain plant... "Blaise?" Ginny said into the telephone, "Go to... 'Grangers' restaurant and buy me as many vanilla creamy éclair type things as you can..." Hermione stepped out of the restaurant as she was about to lock up for the night. But then, just as she got out her keys, a familiar voice said, "Oh. I'm too late then, am I?" Hermione turned round, and saw Ron standing there, bearing a flowerpot that contained the exact same vanilla plant that she had told him about yesterday. "Well, yeah, everyone's gone." "Can I walk you home then?" "Yeah, sure." The two walked about 5 paces, and then she said, "Well, we're here." "Oh. I was kinda hoping I could taste some new recipes of yours." "Er... sure. I see you've got that vanilla plant I told you about..." Hermione said as she opened the door. "Come right through." Hermione led Ron through to the kitchen. "Can I just please, please have some of those vanilla éclairs? Please?" Ron pleaded. "Er... sure." "Cheers, Hermi." They walked through and they both took off their jackets, as it was a little warm in the kitchen... Hermione started cooking while Ron watched her with fascination. "So... what exactly do you do with the plant?" "You use the flowers. See?" Hermione picked some flowers from the plant and dropped them into the sauce. It almost seemed that they should make a 'ping' noise... "Oh. Cool. Hey... what's that fog?" Ron said, spotting some white misty fog around Hermione. "I... I don't know. But it's nice and warm... hey, it's settling!" Hermione saw some white dust settle on her arms... she had the sudden urge to tell Ron there and then that she was slowly falling in love with him... but she didn't. Ron walked up to her and gently slid his thumb along Hermione's cheekbone where some dust was... he tasted the dust. "Mmmm... vanilla... it's lovely... I love it!" Ron exclaimed, and then he looked into Hermione's cinnamon eyes... and leant in and kissed her. After she got over the shock of Ron kissing her, Hermione closed her eyes and leant into the kiss. Neither Ron nor Hermione realised as they kissed that they were floating in the warm vanilla flavoured fog... Yo! Even more fluffy stuff... I'm really doing the writing thing aren't I? Never mind. I'll be back @ school tomorrow, so don't expect anything till the weekend. :-)