Kylie woke up. Her vision was blurry. Someone had taken her glasses off. She put them back on and sat upright. A similar face was peering at her. It was cute and round, and was munching on a bun. Wait a damn second, she knew him! The cute guy was Ron! A short, plump woman, who must be Molly, came inside the room carrying a plate full of chocolate. 

Would she be offended if Kylie said that she didn't like chocolate? Maybe. She was so used to the sugariness of caramel, that chocolate tasted bitter. "Oh, you're awake! Help yourself to a few chocolates, dear, they really help." Mrs. Weasley said so kindly that saying something sweet felt like offending her to Kylie. So, she just nodded and picked a piece up. "Mum, can I also have some?" Ron asked innocently. "No, Ron! You just  ate! Let the girl eat some!" scolded Mrs. Weasley as she walked out. Kylie couldn't help but reach for a huge piece and offer it to him. 

"Really?" he asked, his adorable, round face even rounder, if it was possible. "Yeah.. I don't really like chocolate, so help yourself." she said, smiling. He took the piece of chocolate from her, stuffed it in his mouth and said a very muffled "Fank you!". He looked so cute that Kylie couldn't help giggling and following his actions. 

Soon, they both were playing a game: one stuffs his/her mouth with chocolate and says something and the other should guess what he/she was saying. It was Ron's turn to guess when Fred and George burst in through the door. "When's your birthday?," they asked in unison. "Well, what's today's date?," she asked. "30th July," one of them said. "Bloody hell, it's tomorrow!" she said, realizing that only now herself. "See ya!" they suddenly said, leaving Kylie to her thoughts. She has to know what they're thinking...