A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in so long. Extra long

chappie though, hope you like it! THANK YOU TO ALL MY

WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I could make

Rupert Grint go out with me…maybe.

September 5th, 11:24 PM, the Gryffindor common room

Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID RON! Really, how

thick can you get? He isn't speaking to me. Guess

why? Yep. This diary. But he didn't realize that I was

writing about him! Get this: He thinks I was writing

about…HARRY. Yes. Harry James Potter, one of my best

friends in the whole world, but someone I am most

definitely NOT about to have a romantic relationship

with any time soon. God. Ron should know that. I mean,

we spent like, the entire forth year denying that we

were going out after what Rita Skeeter wrote about us!

And what about all the little stuff I do to Ron that I

have never done to Harry, let alone considered it?

Like sitting in his lap, pushing his hair out of his

eyes, hugging him and kissing his cheek (well I did

kiss Harry once, but come on! He'd just seen The Dark

Lord come back to power and watched Cedric Diggory

die!)? Sometimes I think Ron really is as stupid as

his Potions grades suggest. Except when that happens,

I think about how hot he always looks with his messy

hair and his tie askew…BAD HERMIONE! LOOKS DO NOT

MAKE UP FOR BRAINS! Unless you're Ron…NO, NOT EVEN

RON! YES! NO! YES! NO! YES! N-

"Mione?" Harry's voice interrupted my mental battle.

"what, Harry?" I asked, rather irritably.

"Umm… Ron told me what happened, and I just wanted to

tell you…er…" He was looking rather mortified. "

you're my friend and all, but I don't-"

"Harry!" I interrupted, "Do you honestly think that

my feelings for you are anything other than those of

deepest friendship?" He looked slightly confused.

" But Ron-"

" Ron needs to learn to read more carefully. If he

had, he would've seen that I mentioned the name of the

person I was writing about. It certainly was not you."

He looked immensely relieved. Then a sly look crossed

his face.

"who was it, then?" He asked, smirking.

"Oh no you don't!" I said angrily. "I am so not

telling you who I like!"

"Well," he said, still smirking, " I seem to recall

Ron saying something about sexy abs.. Now who do I

know that you've seen with no shirt on?"

"Harry James Potter!" I said warningly. He paid no

heed.

"Hmm… I seem to recall a certain redhead that we both

board with during the summer holidays who tends to

sleep shirtless…If I'm remembering right, he also

tends to come to breakfast in the aforementioned

state…" He so knew. But I decided to play dumb,

anyway.

"What, You mean George?" He rolled his eyes but

otherwise didn't respond.

"Furthermore, I seem to recollect that you appear to

find it highly entertaining to sit on the lap of the

male in question and occasionally play with his hair."

Harry stopped talking and gave me an extremely

irritatingly knowing look.

"Okay! Fine! I confess!" I said, raising my hands as

if caught in the beam of a police's flashlight. "I

like Ron!" Harry smiled annoyingly.

"Ha! I knew it!" He then proceeded to do the most

immature thing I've seen him do in a long time. I

watched, torn between disbelief and hilarity as he

began dancing around singing, "Hermione and Ron,

sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love,

then comes marriage, then comes Mione with a baby

carriage!"

"Harry? Are you feeling alright?" thank Merlin we

were the only ones left in the common room.

"I'm fine! I'm great! You finally admitted it!" He

crowed. I was starting to think I shouldn't have told

him.

"Shut up! You'll wake the whole castle!" I hissed. He

plopped down next to me on the worn couch, out of

breath.

"I can finally set you up. This is perfect. You two

have been dancing around a relationship since the

third year." Oh, dear lord, what had I gotten myself

into?

"No, Harry! Bad idea. Ron doesn't like me like that!

This will just end in a highly embarrassing situation

for the both of us." I said, trying to convince him.

It didn't work. So now I have

The-Boy-Who-Defeated-The-Dark-Lord-But-Has-Only-Had-One-Girlfriend-Ever-who-Turned-Out-To-Be-A-Total-Bitch

trying to set me up with Ron. I couldn't be

happier…NOT.