Author's Note: So I am really curious to see if y'all liked the last chapter. I feel like it is going fast paced, but that is how I like it. I bet you weren't expecting it, huh? So, this is chapter 11. And thanks for the reviews I am getting, plus the story alerts and all that. It really means a lot to me. So there, you just made me exceedingly happy. :)

Disclaimer: I am so tired of the word 'disclaimer'. Can you shoot a word? Like, is it physically possible? Probably. Anything's possible, except that I don't own Harry Potter or anything involved with it. That isn't possible. Because then J.K. Rowling would come after me.

Chapter 11
"Change to Explain"

Ron got off me as quick as he had gotten on me.

"Ron," I didn't know how to break it to him that I didn't really like him in that way, despite the fact that he was a fairly good kisser.

"I know. Let's just forget it happened. I just…" He tried to think of the phrase but it had already come out of my mouth.

"…Got caught up in a moment." I finished and he nodded knowingly. "Listen, I don't want things to get uncomfortable. Friends?" I put out my hand for him to shake.

"Friends." He shook my hand and we went to get our broomsticks. Even though we had decided to be friends to make sure it wouldn't be uncomfortable, it was still very awkward as we tried not to brush against each other while putting our brooms in the very tiny shed.

I rushed into the house before Ron could say anymore. I couldn't see Hermione anywhere but I saw Ginny humming along to the radio while writing on a piece of parchment.

"Ginny!" I whispered loudly. She looked over at me with a confused look. "Come here," I mouthed to her. She nodded her head, switched off the radio and followed me into the empty sitting room.

I sighed. "What is it?" She asked with a concerned look on her face.

"Ron kissed me."

Ginny had a disgusted look on her face. "And you're telling me? I am his sister! I don't want to know about his love life!"

"Ginny, I have a reason I am telling you this."

"Oh."

"Anyways, before I go on, does Hermione like Ron?"

"Like him?" Ginny looked amused. "Try totally and completely head-over-heels for him. Why? Is that going to be a problem now that you and Ron are an item?" Ginny smirked.

"Hardly, because Ron and I are just friends. But Hermione saw us kissing!"

"Oh boy. This ought to be fun. Have you talked to her?"

"No, I was kind of sort of wondering-"

"No!"

"But you didn't even let me finish!"

"I know where you are getting at. You want me to talk to Hermione about it for you. But I won't. This is between you, her, and Ron."

"Alright." I replied, even though I had a plan in my head already.

"Now, I have to finish writing a letter to Dean, otherwise he will think I have forgotten about him."

Ginny got up and left the room, but not before I got a really good look at her.

I went upstairs slowly, when finally I got to where Ginny's room was, where I was sure Hermione was. I took a deep breath as I stood in front of the door with my hand out to touch the doorknob. I figured I couldn't keep putting it off, so I opened the door.

Hermione was on the bed reading a book, though it looked as if she had been crying.

"Hello Ginny." Hermione greeted me.

"Hey Hermione," I said in my best Ginny-voice.

I walked towards the bed where she was perched and sat down beside her.

"Has Sam told you what happened?"

"Yeah, she told me. I am so sorry, Hermione."Hermione looked at me. "It isn't your fault, Gin. I juts wished I hadn't been so stupid as to think Ron actually liked me over her."

"He has no reason not to like you Hermione. I mean, you are smart, pretty, funny, brave."

"Just stop there. I am not all those things. I mean, smart, yeah, I suppose. But the rest, forget about it. Plus, him and Sam make a better couple."

I had to bite back a groan. "Listen, I talked to Sam. She said she didn't like him like that."

Anger flashed through Hermione's eyes. "So she is just leading him on?"

Knowing Hermione's smarts, I had a feeling that she could hex me into the new century if I made her angry enough, so I decided not to test that anger.

"No, Not at all! I- I mean, she," I corrected myself. Impersonating Ginny was proving to be a real problem. "She just had a feeling that you liked him so she wanted to back off, but she and Ron got caught up in a moment. They aren't an item or anything, and probably won't ever be." I assured her.

She relaxed a little. "I understand how it is." She looked over at the clock. "Oh no! Look what time it is, we best get a move on, Harry will be here at anytime."

"I thought Mrs. Wea- I mean, I thought mum said she didn't know what time Harry would be getting here."

"Ginny, were you thinking about Dean again and zone out?"

"Um, I suppose so…"

"Your mum said Harry would be here in the evening, and look at what time it is!" Hermione pointed at something on the wall, but as I looked at it all I saw were planets moving around. I had read up enough on Astronomy to know that the planets (in the Wizarding world) represented the time, though I didn't know what the time actually said.

"Uh, yeah." I said, acting like I knew what time it was. "We probably should be getting down. I bet supper is almost ready."

Hermione and I got up. "By the way, Hermione, don't worry about the whole Sam and Ron thing."

"I know that it's nothing, now that you talked to me about it. Thank Ginny. You are always there when I need you."

"So, you aren't mad at Sam? Or Ron?"

"Mad at Sam? No. Mad at Ron? You should know by now that I stay mad at him." We laughed.

"I'll be down there in just a minute. Let me get the puffiness out of my eyes, and clean myself up a bit."

"Okay," Perfect. I thought. Now I can go and change myself back into myself. "I'll see you down there, Hermione."

I quickly went outside, looked about the hallway to see if anyone was there, and then squinted my eyes to change into myself. After that was done, I went to the bathroom and looked at myself. Everything was like it was before I changed. Well, everything except mine and Ron's friendship, I thought. I wasn't too sure if the kiss would take a toll on it or not.I rushed downstairs before Hermione came down and sure enough, I could smell the sweet smells of Mrs. Weasley's cooking.

After Dinner…

Dinner went by very uneventfully. Hermione even smiled at me. But by the end of it, Mrs. Weasley was worried sick about Harry.

"Oh, why hasn't he come yet?" She kept muttering.

"Don't worry mum, Harry is with Dumbledore, he'll be safe." Ginny said, after about the fifth time Mrs. Weasley started talking to herself.

"Well, your father isn't home either! He told me he would be working late, but still."

I felt bad for Mrs. Weasley. It was a really bad time to be working at the Ministry, with Voldem- er, You-Know-Who on the loose and everything. I'll tell you something… always saying 'You-Know-Who' instead of saying is name is stupid. And it is very confusing. Sometimes, I don't actually know who You-Know-Who is, thank you very much. But apparently, everybody in the Wizarding world are babies. I just want to yell 'IT IS JUST A NAME! NOT SOMETHING TO FEAR!' but no one would listen to a 16-year old orphan witch who doesn't even have a proper magical education.

"Are you going to get dressed?" Ginny asked me, awakening me from my thoughts.

"What? Oh, oh yeah." I started to get some clothes out of my drawer. "What are you doing in this room?" I asked curiously.

"You just looked deep into thought, so I thought I would follow you up." She explained.

"Yeah, I guess I am. Hey, wasn't Harry supposed to be coming tonight?""Yeah," She said, starting to smile. "Why are you so interested?"

"Well, he does seem interesting. And I read a lot about him in some of the books I have." I pointed to the desk where my books were.

Ginny chuckled. "You sometimes remind me of Hermione. It is quite funny."

"Get out of here," I said playfully. "I have to get ready for bed."

"Night."

"Goodnight, Ginny." Ginny left the room and I changed into my pajamas. I opened the door and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The light was on, which meant someone was in there, but the door was halfway open, so I figured I wouldn't be intruding. I peeked inside. Who else was there except Ron. Ron, standing there with a mess of bright red hair, brushing his teeth.

He looked over at me. "'Ello, Sam." He said, with a mouth full of toothpaste. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey Ronald McDonald."

"'Onald ickdonall?" He looked confused, and even though he was echoing what I said, I had trouble understanding him and his full mouth, because he had yet to spit out the toothpaste.

"It's a muggle thing."

He finally turned on the water and spit. "I see. What is it? A carfoon?

"It's is pronounced cartoon. But no, it isn't a cartoon. It is a clown. With flaming red hair. Maybe you two are related." I pretended to ponder the thought.

He tried to give me a Look, didn't succeed, and ended up laughing.

"Well, night Sam."

"Night, Ron."

"Hey, Sam…?"

"Yeah?"

"I am really glad things are back to normal with us."

I nodded in agreement. "Me too, Ron. Me too."

End Author's Note: My favorite part was the Ronald McDonald part. By the way, don't worry everybody, I will have Harry come in. Really soon. Somebody told me in a review that they were disappointed that Sam hasn't shown her 'powers' yet, you know, being a Metamorphmagus, so I had a little of it in the chapter. And the name of the chapter, 'Change to Explain' is what it is because Sam wanted to explain to Hermione, but knew that Hermione wouldn't listen to her as Sam, so she changed into Ginny. Anyways, more to come soon enough!

Another Note: My chapters stay pretty short, but this one is my longest yet. Yay! Go me! Keep up with the reviews/story alerts. Thanks for everyone who has already done so!