Ron woke up deciding today was definitely a day where he would go to the market. He needed food as his mother hadn't gotten him too much before, not for two anyway as he and Susan ate at his flat sometimes. Now that he was dating Susan, he thought it would be less embarrassing for him to buy the wrong things then having her find out his family bought his stuff on a regular basis. He had decided to spend less time at practice anyway, he had time to do the shopping.

As he showered after practice his stomach grumbled at him. The market he had found was in Hogsmeade, which had Happy Hearth. That wasn't a bad idea, he liked Hannah's food as long as she wasn't out to poison him. He'd done nothing wrong to Susan, so he thought that wasn't likely.

Hogsmeade it is. He put on his pants and shirt, pulling on his jeans soon thereafter. He ruffled a hand through his hair and grabbed his wand, shrinking his duffle to fit comfortably in his pocket. He made his way out of the locker room and gave a sidelong glance towards the pitch. This weekend was the Tornadoes game. He was a bit nervous about that, it was on home field and all his family were to be there.

He shook his head as he apparated, reappearing in Hogsmeade next to Happy Hearth. He just hoped he didn't make too much an arse out of himself. Susan had agreed to go, too. Sighing, he was about to pull open the door to the bakery when he noticed someone familiar standing close-by.

"Neville?"

Peter had been so focused on peering through the windows looking for the little blond Potter was seeing that he was completely absorbed in what he was doing. Hearing a familiar, if not a bit deeper, voice calling Longbottom's name shocked him. His fingers started twitching and he tried to calm his breathing. He was too close to let a Weasley brat stop him now.

"Hi..." he racked his brain for the name of man standing in front of him. Peter tried to suppress the memories of being held captive by the blood traitors who kept him as a rat. "Ron! Hello there, Ron... old friend..."

Peter trailed off with a grimace. Longbottom was too far back in his own head to be of any use. There was a noise behind him, and he quickly turned, his eyes trying to follow the object in the bushes, but quickly returned when he realized it probably looked strange to anyone watching him.

"What are you..." Ron trailed off and looked to where Neville's gaze led.

"What's going on with you lately, Nev? Mungo's keeping you busy? I hear Gin wants to steal you away."

Peter had stopped bothering with Longbottom's job a long time ago. He probably was fired by now, which didn't matter to Peter one bit. He planned on getting his revenge, and then he would happily go back to wherever he had been floating.

"It's the same old thing, you know." Peter said, his eyes jumping from Ron back to the window.

"Yeah. I could see that. Never was one for Mungo's myself, even when Gin worked there." Ron looked from Neville to through the window of the bakery. "Well, are you going in? I've only been here once, but it's pretty good. Hannah sure knows her stuff. Tell you what, I'll buy. Haven't seen you in awhile. Thought I would have seen you at the meeting if nothing else."

Peter instantly took a few steps away from the door. He wasn't here to be noticed; he was here to observe. But, if he refused, then Weasley would be suspicious. With twitching hands, he nodded jerkily. "I can't resist your offer." He gestured awkwardly. "After you."

Ron entered the bakery and looked back and Neville to see him entering behind him. They walked to the counter and he saw Hannah talking to the brunette behind the counter. He shook the thought of liquefied insides out of his head. He had done nothing wrong that he could think of, no need to worry.

"Er, hello Hannah. How are you," he looked over to the other woman, "two doing?"

Hannah turned. "Ron! And ooooo, Neville. Hullo. What can we get for you today?"

"Well," Ron looked at the menu, "what do you recommend? You know I'll eat pretty much anything."

Hannah made a face at him. Then she went into a display case. "Cherry, apple or raspberry?"

"Apple," he said with a slight blush. It always took him too long to decide these things, he liked to get others opinions. He turned to Neville, "how about you Nev?"

Peter tapped his foot nervously. "M'not hungry," he mumbled, glancing from patron to patron inside, never looking at Hannah. "Go ahead. I've lost my appetite."

"Neville, don't be like that," Hannah said, getting Ron an apple tart. "You'll hurt my feelings."

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever you think I'd like best. You're good at that."

Hannah made a little squealing noise and handed him a cherry tart. She waited until he'd taken a bite.

"I hope you like crapping you intestines out, Neville," Hannah said darkly. She had not poisoned him, but she did want to scare him a little after what he'd done to Mac.

"Mac's one of us," Kristen said, adpoting Hannah's look. "We take care of our own."

"Are you going to try to explain," Hannah asked. "You kissed Dean's girl and Mac caught you. That's not the Neville I know."

He froze with the cherry tart in his mouth. Swallowing slowly, he looked up at the thunderous blonde. "Who? What are you talking about?"

Ron just looked from one to the other trying to stay quiet as he slowly ate his tart. He didn't want to incur Hannah's wrath.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Peter growled out.

"You kissed Natalie and Mac saw you," Hannah said slowly, enunciating every word. "Deny it. Go on, deny it."

Mac. Now he knew what she was talking about.

"I'm sorry if the way I parted ways with her upsets you, but it was between us."

Peter didn't like all the scrutiny. Other people in the bakery were glaring at him, and it was making him nervous. He shoved away from the table and stood up. "I'll be seeing you later," he said darkly as he left the shop.

"Don't go down any dark alleys," Hannah snapped.

Kristen's eyes were like dinner plates.

Hannah looked at Ron with a smile. "Sorry. He broke my friend's heart."

"Nev, wait," Ron said as he started towards him but stopped. He looked towards Hannah and shrugged. "I'll catch up with him later. Can I get a cherry one?" He pointed towards the glass.

"Of course you can," Hannah said, smiling full force. She set the cherry tart before Ron.

"Great. Thanks. So, how've you been Hannah?" He eyed the door where Neville had left through, "been poisoning a lot of people lately?"

"Not lately," Hannah said smiling. He'd pretty much devoured the cherry tart in three bites. She set some banana bread before him. "Try this. I used pecans and walnuts instead of just walnuts."

Ron took a bite of the banana bread, "This is really good. I think the pecans were a good idea." He gulped. "You have anything to drink?" He took another bite of the bread, "Has Susan had this? I think she'd like it. Maybe I'll take a loaf?"

"I'll wrap it up for you," Kristen said, smiling.

"We have pumpkin juice, tea or butterbeer, Ron. What would you like?"

"Pumpkin juice, thanks."

Hannah got him a frosted glass and poured the juice. That was something new she was trying - Kristen's idea. The customers seemed to like it. Kristen set the loaf wrapped in bright yellow paper before him.

"Oh, thanks. Susan will love this, I'm sure. I'll have her try a piece tonight, or maybe I'll just bring a piece right over to the clinic." He shrugged. "Should I tell her you said hi?"

"Yes. Of course. You know, Ron, we should all have dinner sometime. You, myself, Susan, and Blaise. Won't that be nice?"

"Oh, er... yeah... yeah... sure it will." He frowned a bit. Blaise Zabini. Because it isn't enough for him to already be having dinner with Draco Malfoy. Suppressing a sigh he said, "Yeah. I'm sure it will be fun."

Hannah squealed and jumped a bit. "Oh good. Tell Susan I'll owl her."

Deflated, Ron said, "Alright. I'll tell her. What do I owe you? I've got Neville's too."

Hannah dismissed him with a hand wave. "Consider yourself one of my tasters, Ron. Don't worry about it."

Ron brightened a little, grinning a Hannah. "Thanks Hannah. Alright, I tell Susan to keep an eye out for your owl." He waved at her while making his way out of the bakery, loaf of bread tucked under his arm.


Summary: Ron runs into Neville and doesn't notice anything wrong (of course) and they order food from Hannah. It doesn't go too well.