OK guys, part of this is from Ron's point of view, about half.

Oh, and I'm really sorry it took me so long to update, school is hectic, and my class is doing this big play thing, and I've been doing tryout and call backs and stuff, and I just found out that I got the lead part!! So I won't be able to update incredibly often. So here's the long-awaited dinner for any of you who haven't abandoned me, and again, I'm REALLY, really sorry about the wait.

The Dinner

After my talk with Harry, everything seemed different. But then again, how was I supposed to tell Harry something like that and have it not change? At least he won't tell. I made him swear on a magical piece of parchment, only unlike Hermione, I warned him. It's not like I don't feel bad about this whole thing, and keeping it secret, especially now that I'm pretty sure she likes me. Wow, Harry was right. When did I become so observant when it comes to girls? I guess it has something to do with my secret.

Ok, I'm finally ready for this stupid dinner thing. Mum decided to get me one of those Muggle, what did she call them? Suits? Yeah that's it. Well, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, Ginny and Dean wore Muggle clothes at theirs too. Hermione looks- looks- wow. I didn't know she could look that good, as mean as it sounds.

Well I'm sorry! The fact that I don't find Hermione all that attractive at most times is not my fault! But how can you even see what the girl looks like when she's always wearing robes? I know, I really am mean. And I hate being this way, but think about it. Hermione's my best friend! Does she really expect me to like her that way? Anyway, I think Harry might. He looked downright happy when I told him I didn't like Hermione.

But tonight, something's happening to me. I can't take my eyes off her! She's wearing this red dress that's not too revealing, but is just short enough and dips just low enough to make any guy speechless, which is probably why I am acting so stupid tonight.

"Hey Ron"

I'm trying to fix Pig's cage, it keeps breaking, but I look up anyway to see her in that dress.

"Do you like it? The dress I mean, I'm not sure, it's kind of short but Ginny says it's good, but what do you think? I'm not sure, it looks weird on me, maybe it would look better on Ginny but-"

She's rambling. Hermione never rambles.

"Uh, er,"

I can't get anything sensible to come out of my mouth!

"It's um, I, you, woah."

Great, now she's giggling, and blushing! Wait, is that good? It is, isn't it? Great, now I'm losing my brain too.

"You really think so?"

I just shook my head a few times before I could say anything, and even now, I can't look at her.

"It's hott."

Ooh! Shoot! Not good Ron! I'm horribly leading her on. I've got to stop. In fact, I should tell her…

"Wow, you really like it? That's great!"

"Yeah, uh, Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"What I started to tell you earlier was-" Darn! I looked at her, bad idea.

"Hmm?"

"Uh,"

She knows she's gunna get hurt, I can see it in her eyes. I hate myself.

"Er- well, uh I…" I couldn't do it. "What's your favorite color?"

"Wh- what?"

"Well you know, I've just always wondered."

"Er, red."

"Cool."

"Uh-huh"

There's something in her voice. She doesn't believe me. I really should tell her.

"Er, Hermione. I do have one more thing…"

"I thought you might."

"Ok, well"

"It's time"

Harry. Again. Why does he always pick right when I'm about to tell her to call me? Or appear in the door in this case, but whatever,

"Woah, Hermione! You– Um . . . you– you look great!" He said it kind of fast. It's like he's scared to say it.

"Thanks Harry."

Hermione's blushing! Since when does Hermione blush? Twice in one day too! Well, she never where's hott dresses either… wait! This is Hermione, no!

"Uh, you're welcome."

What's he doing? He's moving closer to her!

"You don't think it's too-"

She's letting him take her hand! She's supposed to like me! But I want this to happen. Yeah.

"No, it's perfect,"

Why's he so close to her face?

"It makes you look-"

"Hey Harry, you have a meaning for coming up here?"

I guess it was too… gross? I don't know, I guess it was just too much, but I had to stop it. I couldn't handle them acting like that. Great, they're both glaring at me now.

"Yes Ron."

Harry's talking through gritted teeth. He's mad. I feel bad.

"It's time for you two to have some fun in front of everyone."

"Dinner?"

She's breathless.

"Yeah"

Now he is too, and looking at her.

"Ok, well then Hermione, we better be getting downstairs!"

I really am horrible. My two best friends might have something together, but I have to interrupt it. Yup, I'm awful. And offering Hermione my arm. I don't deserve her. She's taking my arm and we're walking down the stairs, but I can feel Harry's eyes on us still. I'm sure I have two holes in the back of my head.

"Here we go!" she's saying.

Here we go. Oh boy.

"Let's get this ov-"

Don't hurt her feelings Ron!

"Er- let's get through this."

She's nodding; I didn't muss that up too badly.

"Mum alert!"

That was quietly to Hermione, if Mum heard me say that…

"Oh Ronald!"

"Oof!"

Talk about the death grip. I can't breathe!

"Mum!"

"Oh, sorry dear. You just look so handsome!"

My face is getting hot. Thank goodness she's moved on to Hermione now!

"Oh, and Hermione dear! You look wonderful!"

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley."

"Mum, you think we could get on with this thing?"

Her cooing is getting annoying. If only she knew we aren't really a couple, that we were lying to her. She wouldn't be nearly as happy.

"Alright Ron dear, just let me get a picture!"

We're standing next to each other (that being about a foot apart) awkwardly holding hands.

"Come on dears, closer together! You don't want your picture to be of you standing three feet apart!"

It's only one. Fred and George are laughing their heads off. Typical. But we just have to move closer! Oh, yes. We're now about half a foot away.

"Oh come now! Don't be stubborn! Ron, stop looking so sour, I know you don't like all this fuss, but you'll appreciate it later now move closer!"

Ok, there is practically no space between us now, and I don't think Mum is fully satisfied, but she's taking the picture anyway. Now she's signaling Fred and George, who are acting like overly enthusiastic waiters.

"Alrighty then, right this way you lovely couple!"

I. Hate. George.

"Simply charming, it's so wonderful to see young people together! Now, if you'll just follow us…"

And. Fred. But Hermione's giggling, Hermione doesn't giggle! Hermione doesn't normally do a lot of the things she is doing tonight. She's acting very abnormal.

"Why thank you kind sirs."

She's playing along. Oh well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!

"Yes it's ever so kind of you to take time off of your busy schedules, just to serve us! Unless, of course, your schedule really isn't that busy, therefore you have no life but to serve, which, in that case, could come in quite handy to a certain younger brother of yours who may 'need' help at times!"

Well, sort of join them.

(A/N: Ok, the rest is from no one's point of view in particular)

"Ron!"

Hermione gave him a look.

"Do you want them to poison us?"

"No, but they will anyway so I might as well have some fun before I die"

He shrugged nonchalantly and sat down in the chair he was standing in front of, not waiting for George to pull it out for him like Fred was doing for Hermione, and George had moved to do for him. He had an idea that if he did, he'd end up on the floor, which Hermione barely avoided.

Once Fred and George had left, there was an uncomfortable silence at the table. Neither Ron nor Hermione knew what to say for once. This hadn't happened since… well, ever! While they were casting around for ideas, their eyes met and neither could take break them apart.

"Er-" Ron started, afraid to say anything, but at the same time knowing that they would have to talk eventually, so they might as well start now.

"Um, so… what did Harry need help with the other day?"

"Oh, Ginny took his glasses or something."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So, um, you've been trying to tell me something for the past couple days…"

"Oh, yeah, that."

There was a long pause.

"So… what is it?"

"Oh, um…"

"So old chaps, here's your food."

"Thanks Fred"

Every time, he thought, maybe she's not supposed to know!

They got through a lot of the dinner without too much trouble. Since there was food on the table, Ron was happy, and Hermione was entertained by his excitement, Mrs. Weasley had made all his favorite dishes. About halfway through, however, they remembered that they were supposed to be acting all romantic, so Ron reached up and took Hermione's hand. She smiled, and as they realized that Mrs. Weasley was waiting with bated breath outside the door, they leaned forward and kissed, more passionately than they had done before. They didn't break apart until…

"RON?!?"

Ron pulled away quickly, and said in a choked voice,

"L-Lavender?"

A/N: please don't hate, desert, or for H/Hr (shippers) keep with me because of the H/Hr moments. They are crucial to the plot, but this will not turn H/Hr, that is the one ship I can't stand (sorry to H/Hr shippers) and it was really hard for me to write those parts as Harry and not Ron. Oh, and I am American, so I'm not completely up-to-date with what people from Brittan call things, so excuse my American words. I'll try to use the British words for the things I know.