A/N: Sorry about any confusion I have caused. It really is my fault. NOT. Blame Celine. She made me write this! I'm not the muse people! ::throws hands into the air and runs to turn on the lamp::


Chapter 5

I pulled up into the garage and parked the car. Ron and Harry jumped out and ran into the house.

"Boys," I muttered. Ron heard and he turned around and blocked my way to the house. "Ron! Move it!"

"Nope. Don't wanna." I smiled and pushed him. He staggered backwards and pretended to be mortally wounded. "Ah! My arm! My heart! I think," he gasped, "that I need a kiss before I die." He wheezed and panted for air, so I ran over to him and gave him a kiss.

"You are so dramatic." I laughed.

"I know, but I'm still cute, right?" he acted worried. "Right?"

"Right." I helped him up. "Do you want anymore cold pancakes?"

"Sure, I'm starving. Do you have any syrup?" We walked into the house and into the kitchen. Mum and Mr. Weasley were talking and eating my two-hour-old pancakes.

Harry was searching my cupboards for something, so I walked over and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"The syrup. You have some, right?" I snorted. "What is with you people and syrup? It's right here." I reached up above Harry and grabbed a bottle.

Ron and Harry started eating, but I said I was going to go up to my room.

I ran up the stairs, into my room, shut the door, and grabbed my diary.

--Dear diary,

I am so happy! Ron and I are going out! I'd have never thought it possible that he liked me back!
I met him yesterday when Sammy and I went shopping. We talked while we walked to a white building. (Sammy wasn't with us, she and Fred seemed very interested in one another.) Inside the building was a large fireplace. Mrs. Weasley put us into pairs, and Ron and I were going through together. I was afraid of messing up and getting us lost in the wrong fireplace, but I didn't. (Thank the lord.)

Mr. Weasley drove us back here, and it turns out he knows my mum! They met each other at a summer camp when they were twelve. They said that they even dated! Isn't that weird? And now their children are going out. Strange things.

Ron came into my room at two thirty last night. He said he couldn't sleep, so we stayed up talking. He is so funny! It's really strange, though. Whenever he kisses me, it's like a tingly feeling through my whole body. None of my other boyfriend's kisses felt like that.

We didn't get to bed until ten to five, and I woke up at nine this morning. Harry called at nine thirty, just as Ron came downstairs. I asked him to get the phone for me, because my hands were full (making pancakes).

We picked Harry up at the mall in New May. We met Dudley and his friends, Piers, Malcolm, and Melissa. It's strange, because of all the things Harry has told us, you'd think Dudley would be uglier and meaner. I guess he's changed. If I weren't going out with Ron, I'd say Dudley was kind of cute.

I laugh at myself for thinking that, because it would never work out anyway. I don't care. I am happy right now, until we move, that is.

I better go now. Harry and Ron will probably knock on my door any second.

Love always

~Hermione--

I closed my diary and locked it, and put it in my dresser. Two seconds later, Ron and Harry barged in.

"You guys need to learn how to knock. What if I was changing?" Ron came over and picked me up. Then he whispered, "That wouldn't be so bad would it?"

"Not for you. No wait, I take that back. I'd kill you if you came in." I smacked his shoulder and he put me down. "So what do you guys want to do? You're staying the rest of the summer, so you better think of something."

"I could think of something," Ron said evilly as he walked past me.

"Oh shut up, Ron." I smiled. Harry laughed and fell onto my bed. "What's wrong with you?" I asked. He was laughing so hard he was crying, and I was surprised he was able to talk.

"You…and Ron…together…it's so…funny! Finally!" He kept on laughing.

"Yeah, okay…" Ron said.

"Sammy!" I exclaimed. "Of course! I'll call her; maybe she'll be able to come over." I picked up the phone on my nightstand and was about to dial her number when I heard voices on the other end. I clicked the mute button, so that I wouldn't be heard.

"I can't bring myself to tell her, Lil. They are all over here. Ron and Harry, I mean. What am I going to do?" I heard my mother's desperate voice.

"I don't know! I haven't seen Harry since he was a babe, and my heart aches for him! If only I could tell him, but that would bring us all into danger." Came an unknown voice of a woman. "I just can't tell them all that…is someone on the phone?"

I hung up quickly and turned back to Ron and Harry who were wrestling. I dropped onto my bed with a pale face. Who was 'Lil' person? What did they not want us to know? Who was my mum talking to? And what was up with the dropping mug last night? Thoughts raced through my mind as the boys wrestled.

"Anything wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked, his head between Ron's arms.

"No." I shook my head. "I'm gonna call Sammy now. You guys don't mind if she comes over, do you?" They were wrestling again and didn't hear me; I smiled.

I picked the phone up cautiously to make sure no one was on, and dialed Sammy's number.

"Hey Sammy."

"Hey Herm. What's up?"

"Nothing much, but Harry came over today. I was wondering if you could come over?"

"Of course. I'll be over in five minutes. My mum was surprised when I came home last night. She said that your mum told her that I was spending the night. I just told her that there was a change of plans."

"Oh, okay. I didn't even thing about it. So you're coming over now?" I asked.

"Yeah. Be there in a minute. Bye."

"Bye!" I turned to Ron and Harry (who had given up fighting and were panting on the floor) and said, "She'll be over in a minute. You want to go outside and play some soccer?" I used to play (American) soccer for my elementary school, Knoll Hights.

So, ten goals later, Sammy walked into our yard and kicked the ball over the roof of my house.

"Ah, the lovely Sammy has finally graced us with her presence." I joked, bowing. Ron got on his knees and said, "All hail Sammy!" Harry just waved.

"Hi, I'm Sammy." She shook Harry's hand. "You look familiar. Do I know you?"

"No, I don't think you do. I'm Harry Potter." Sammy gasped and clapped her hand to her mouth.

"Harry? Oh my gosh! Don't you remember me? I visited your house once." Harry looked confused. "Maybe you'll remember me if I do this." She took her hair and put it in a messy ponytail, put one hand on her hip and the other under Harry's chin, and said (in a ridiculous accent), "Harry, dah-ling, it's me, Claire." Harry's jaw dropped.

"Claire? Oh, I haven't seen you in ages!" He picked her up in a big hug and swung her around.
"How have you been? I didn't know you lived near Hermione!"

"Well, I do. I've been fine! How's Dudley doing? Did his diet work?"

"He's thin…finally, and he's going great. I haven't seen you in, how long has it been? Six or seven years, hasn't it?" Sammy counted on her fingers.

"Yeah, I think so, but…" She whispered something in Harry's ear and smiled; Harry blushed. "So you wanna help me get that ball?" She dragged him off with out waiting for an answer.

"What was all that about?" Ron asked. I shrugged, but I had a pretty good idea.

"Let's go in my room and wait for them there." We ran up to my room, and I looked out my window. There is an old 'house' that my dad built for me when I was six, and I had a good view of it from my window. Harry and Sammy were making out behind it; the soccer ball off to their right.

I stifled a laugh and went over to Ron, who was sitting on my bed.

"I feel bad for Ginny." I said suddenly.

"Why?" Ron gave me a questioning glance.

"Because Harry has obviously fallen for someone else." Ron gulped.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"What happened to the Sammy and Fred theory?"

"Oh, that? She's over him. Believe me, I know. Sammy just had a crush. She hasn't even thought about him at all, or you'd know if she was."

"Hermione, she was making out with Fred yesterday."

"Well what did I just tell you? She's a fast mover, but she's not a player." I gave him a stern look.

"Poor Gin. She'll find someone else soon enough."