Ok,just for the sake of making it better this part is through Hermione's eyes, and I'll probably have parts that are through Ron's eyes, maybe even Harry or Ginny's, but I'll try to make it clear whose point of view it's from

I Don't Know

I don't know how we made it through the family dinner tonight, I really don't. I don't know how I managed to kiss him either. Come to think of it, I don't know why it felt so good to kiss him. For supposedly being 'a genius', I swear, that did not come from me, I'm not that high on myself. I'm actually not sure where that came from; Ron probably said it at one point. Anyway, for being so smart, I sure don't seem to know a lot of things. Harry and Ron would laugh if they could hear my thoughts right now but I can't help it! He confuses me so much!

I suppose it would've been alright, had it stayed between Harry, Me, and the Weasleys, but I suppose that was too much to ask. Of course, since Fred and Ginny are such lovebirds, Angelina and Dean found out because they were here. Of course, no one bothered to set them straight, so even when we think we're safe from all that couple nonsense, Ron and I are constantly finding Dean sniggering at us, or Angelina looking at us like we're the cutest thing there ever was. Frankly, I'm rather surprised that Ron hasn't spilled to anyone, he was never very good with secrets, and he has been even more uncomfortable with this than I. Come to think of it, I'm surprised that no one has said anything; now that I think about it, none of us are great secret keepers, with the exception of Ginny of course.

Harry caught Ron and me in a closet today. We weren't really doing anything short of trying to get away from everyone cooing over us and stuff like that, we were just sitting in there talking. It went something like this. We were all sitting together in the Weasley's family room, and Ron and I were getting sick of constantly holding hands and flirting and getting approving looks from everyone (besides the twins, who were laughing their heads off in a corner) when…

"What d'you say we get out of here?" Ron whispered in my ear; don't ask me why, but his breath on my neck made me shiver.

"Won't they wonder?" I whispered back.

"Bloody hell Hermione, they think we're a couple, d'you really think they're gonna think twice about us going off together? Well, as long as we're not in a bedroom at least."

I smiled and followed him as he got up and stepped out of the room and quickly pulled me into a closet nearby.

"Interesting place to hide Ron. They definitely won't expect us to be in here." I didn't even try to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

"Oh, shut up, if we can't be out there, and we can't be in here, then where can we bloody well be?"

I started to say something, but then realized he had won this time, so I sneered at him instead.

He laughed, "HA! I finally beat you!

"I couldn't help but smile, he's so cute when he laughs! (Wait, no that cam out all wrong- he- um… back to the story!) I punched him lightly in the arm, and he pouted and pretended to be hurt.

"Aw, c'mon 'Mione! You don't want to re-injure me do you?"

That's when the doorknob rattled. I started to look up; I'm really no good at this romance thing, but Ron, thinking quickly, pulled me into a kiss, and we pretended that we had been snogging the whole time.

So that's how Harry found us, snogging each other senseless, or so it seemed. It's so weird doing that with Ron though! I mean, of all people, I never thought that I would ever kiss Ron! Not that it's real or anything, though it's not terrible. He's an okay kisser. Well, if he wasn't Ron he would be. Anyway, we broke apart as soon as the door opened, and we realized it was Harry, we did nothing to hide our disgust, at least, I think it was disgust, and our extreme uncomfortableness. You have no clue how… weird it is kissing your best friend! Harry, however, still doesn't believe that we don't want to be doing this; he can be so daft sometimes!

So basically, I'm 'dating' Ron, no one but Fred, George, and Ginny know it's not real, Harry doesn't even believe us, Mrs. Weasley called my parents and told them, and now I've been lying here, practically talking to myself for half an hour. Wow, I really need a journal.

Sorry that's so short, but there's really not much I can put in right now, the next chapter will probably be the dinner though, and I have an idea for what will happen after that. Please keep reading and thanks to my reviewer(s)!