Hope you all liked that last chapter. I had fun writing it. Hehe. Anywho...keep reading and reviewing. Hope you like this one.

When they got back into the house, Ginny quickly excused herself and rushed up into her room. She yanked open the door and slammed it once she was safely inside. "Omygod! Omygod!" She squealed. She flopped face-first onto her bed. Harry just kissed me! Harry! Kissed me! Me! Why would he do that? She thought, sitting up, unable to wipe the grin of her face. Does this mean he likes me? I mean...why else would he kiss me?

She fell back on her bed and absentmindedly touched her lips, remembering the
kiss. She laughed out loud and buried her face in her pillow. She couldn't let him see her
so giddy like this. She would have to stay in her room until dinner at least. But she really
wanted to go downstairs and kiss him again...

Harry sat on the couch in a dazed state. He'd just kissed his best friends sister. This can't be good...But it sure did feel good. He thought, smiling at the thought of kissing Ginny again. I knew there was a reason I was blushing around her all the time. But wait...what if she doesn't feel the same? I'm such an idiot! That's why she ran upstairs! Because she can't even look at me! Harry's stomach sank at the thought of this. Hold the phone...she kissed me back! He thought, happiness swelling in him once again. Well of course she kissed you back, you handsome devil, you.

Ron and Hermione must have noticed because they both stopped talking and stared at Harry. "You okay?" Ron asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm great." Harry answered, coughing.

Harry listened as Ron continued to relay the day's events to Hermione, when he got to the bit about Harry and Ginny going to find Crookshanks, Hermione's eyes widened and a smile appeared on her face. She looked to Harry and then back to Ron. The smile on her face got wider with every word that Ron spoke.

"You know, you should keep a better eye on that bloody cat," Ron said bitterly. But Hermione chose to ignore the comment, still smiling in Harry's direction.

Oh God. She knows. Harry thought, panic-stricken. Please don't tell Ron. Please,
please, please, Hermione, don't say anything. Ron sat down next to him. "Hey, I wonder
why Ginny ran upstairs so quickly," He wondered aloud.

"I don't know," Hermione said, turning her smile to Ron. "I'll go check on her if you want."

Hermione walked briskly across the room, giving Harry an enormous wink as she
passed. Harry wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and stared straight ahead. Ron would
kill him if he ever found out. It would ruin their friendship. He didn't want to risk that.
But God was she beautiful...If he could just kiss her again...

Maybe Ron wouldn't mind if he found out and Ginny and I began dating. I am his
friend after all and-

"Harry! Are you awake?" asked Ron, waving his hand in front of his face. "Didn't
you hear me? I've been calling you for a minute and a half!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ron. What were you saying?" Harry answered, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

"I was just asking you what you thought was up with the girls...seems as though something's going on," he said, a look on his face that told Harry he was suspicious of something. "Oh, I uh, have no idea. Gee, I'm thirsty. I'll er be right back." Without another word, Harry walked quickly into the kitchen.

Hermione took the stairs two at a time to get to Ginny's room and knocked
rapidly when she finally reached the door. "Who is it?" Ginny called from within.

"Hermione!" She answered excitedly. "Let me in!" Hermione waited impatiently as she
heard Ginny cross the room to open the locked door.

Ginny pulled it open, her face still flushed. "Gin, I...I mean...okay," Hermione
took a deep breath, annoyed that she was speechless. "I don't know if I'm right but from
what I can gather something happened between you and Harry when you went to find
Crookshanks," Ginny nodded happily. "Oh! Ginny! I'm so happy for you! What
happened? Tell me!" She said, hugging her and then shutting the door behind them.

Ron sat in the living room by himself. What the bloody hell is going on with all of
them? And why aren't they telling me? I want to know! He played with a hole in the knee
of his pants. What could have possibly happened to make Hermione grin so much?

Was she grinning at me?

No, of course she wasn't.

But what if she was?

If she was, why do you care?

I don't.

Yes you do. Fred and George were right.

Fred and George are never right.

They maybe this time.

"Kids! Come in the living room! I made you some lunch!" Mrs. Weasley called
up the stairs, carrying a tray of sandwiches into the living room, followed by Harry. She
set the tray down on the table. "How was Ginny? Harry's been telling me about practice.
Do you think she'll make the team?" She asked Ron.

"Yea, Mum. She was actually really good," He answered. "Unfortunately." He mumbled under his breath.

It wasn't that he was upset she had talent; it's just, well for one thing Quidditch
was dangerous. And for another people already noticed her as who she was because she
was the only Weasley girl. But Ron was the youngest boy, really just another Weasley.
Harry Potter's Sidekick. Even with his friends he didn't shine. Harry was the Hero.
Hermione was the Girl/Brains. And what was he? The Sidekick. The Chess Player. What
kind of role was that?

Ginny and Hermione walked in and they all sat down to eat in silence as Mrs.
Weasley went upstairs, yelling at the twins for something. What it was, Ron didn't know
and he didn't really care. He was too busy staring at Hermione.

There she goes grinning again. Honestly, what is she so happy about? He looked
at Ginny and saw that she was grinning too! In fact, she and Harry just sat there. Grinning
sheepishly at each other! And Hermione just watched them! And grinned! It was driving
Ron bonkers.

"Why is everyone grinning!"