Chapter 4 Finders Keepers

Dear Diary,

Today has been the most wonderful and horrible day in my life. Emmie hid my bras in Harry's and Ron's pillow cases. Then Ron got dared by Harry to give me back my bras. That was humiliating. He was red. So was I.

However, Ron did something so kind for me today. We met Diana and Martha at McDonalds today. They were bugging Harry and Rain; asking Harry if his parents abused him, because of his scar. Then making fun of Rain's pointy ears, and her need for black clothing. Then they asked me if I had a boyfriend, and Ron... When Ron put his arm around my shoulder, I thought I was going to die of happiness. But not only that. He also said that I was his girlfriend. I wish. I love him so. Martha then accused him of shagging me, and he said, "What we do in our private time is none of your business." He told Diana and Martha that we had sex. I loved there faces. And Ron's, it was so preciously cute. You can still see the little boy that he was in first year.

After McDonald's, we took a bike ride around the neighborhood, and picked up Emmie before my parents got home. I think they were a little shocked at the clothes choice that Rain wore; their faces were hilarious. You can tell that they thought her some punk rock goth chick. But after she talked to them, they found a nice, well mannered girl. At least in the presents of an adult. Ginny they thought was cute, innocent little girl. As if. I caught her snogging Dean.

Mom wasn't that pleased with the boy because, well, they're boys. Mom is one of those super-strict type, you know. The type that won't let her daughter date until she's sixteen. The type that won't let her daughter alone in a house with a boy. The type that buys me cute frilly dresses, that I just want to shred into cute, little, frilly pieces.

Dad, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He likes me to have friends that are guys, as oppose to girls, because they're not snobs. I like my dad a lot better then my mom. He bought me my first pair of jeans. Dad played basketball in stead of dolls. He's so cool. And, he can get rid of Emmie, and thinks that I should be able to lock my room. So he liked the guys a lot. Asked them if they ever played basketball. When they said no, he explained the rules.

After dinner, Harry and I played Ron and Dad at basketball. Rain instead, decided to surf the internet. Ginny cheered us on, trying to figure out the game. The best part of it though, was that I got to guard Ron, so I had an excuse to be near to him.

When we were done playing, (Ron and Dad won) everyone watched Pirates of the Carribean. By then, it was getting late, so Mom made us go to sleep.

"You had fun today, didn't you?" Harry asked Ron. "Pretending you were Hermione's boyfriend. Guarding her. Yes, I saw how close you got."

Ron went rather pink. "I don't like Hermione!"

"You're turning pink."

"No I'm not."

"Your right, it's more like red."

"Shut up."

"Did I touch a nerve?"

"Why don't we ever talk about your love life?" Ron asked. "You and Rain ever shag?"

"I've tried," Harry shrugged.

"What do you mean by tried?" Ron smiled.

"She hurt me before I had the chance."Harry laughed. "Besides, your love-life is so much funner to talk about."

"Not for me." Ron paused. "How did you know I fancied Hermione?"

"It's so obvious Ron. You plush way to much."

"I do?"

"Yeah, you do." Ron looked disheartened, "But," Harry added. "I think she likes you."

"Really?" Ron brightened up.

"Yeah, I mean, why else do you think she scowled when Fluer kissed you. And why do you think she kissed you last year? Huh?"

Ron was really happy with these thoughts all night.

"What do you want to do today?" Hermione asked her guest as she bustled around the kitchen making breakfast.

"I want to go swimming." Ginny said.

Ron's eyes went wide at the prospect of Hermione in a bathing suit. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Isn't it, Harry?"

"Yeah... Um... sure. Great. Swimming."

Hermione served them bacon and eggs. "That sounds fine. Hurry up and eat so we can spend the day swimming."

After breakfast, Hermione went up to her room to change into her bathing suit. Only when she did, she found that a certain something had come during breakfast. She looked under her sink. They were gone. "Crap!" she swore. Hermione then walked out of her bathroom to find Ginny. "Hey, Ginny? Can you cover up for me. I need to go buy some tampons."

"Sure Hermione. What should I say?"

"Um... Just tell them I went to buy some snacks."

Ginny nodded, "see ya."

Hermione left. Ginny and Rain continued to change. Ginny had a red swim suit while Rain wore a black shirt with black shorts. "You really don't like to flirt, do you?" Ginny asked her.

"Nope. I plan to die a virgin."

"Figures."

They heard a knock on the door. "All decent?" Ron called.

"Yeah," Rain replied. The boys entered the room.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked concerned.

"She went to get some sna--" Ginny started when Emmie came in the room holding a box of tampons. She then thrust the box into Ron's hands. Ron's face turned red. He jumped back, horrified. Harry laughed. Rain glared at him.

"Come on," Ron said, ears still glowing. "Let's go swimming." He left the room, walked down the stair, down the hall, down the stairs, opened the glass door onto the deck, then walked down the wooden stairs to the swimming pool. The rest fallowed.

Harry was first to enter the pool. He climbed to the top of the water slide and slid down head first. When he submerged from the water he said, gasping for breath, "This is cold!"

Ron said, "I've always wanted to do this!" Before belly-flopping into the water. "That hurt."

Ginny slid neatly down the slide. Rain canon balled in, and swam over to Harry. Thereupon she put both of her hands on his head in effort of drowning him. Harry dived down and grabbed her feet. She squirmed.

Ron, Harry, Rain, and Ginny were in the middle of a splash war when Hermione came back. Ron's face turned red at the memory of the tampons. Hermione eagerly joined the splash war.

The five got out of the pool around four. Wrapped in towels, they sat around in the living room, chatting.

"So then, this huge basilisk comes out of the statues mouth and tries to kill me. So I fought it. And I killed it too."

"Was there lots of blood?" Rain asked Harry, wrapped in his arms.

"Loads."

"So then he went to save me." Ginny cut through the mush of blood. "So he took the basilisk's fang that was poisoning him, and plunged it through Voldemort's Diary and his memory no long exists."

"That was really brave of you, Harry." Rain said.

Ron wasn't listening. Instead he was gazing at Hermione. Or, at least he was until Emmie walked in...

"Hi!" She said happily. "Your name's Ronald Bilius Weasly, did you know that?" Emmie said, pointing at Ron. Harry and Ginny gave Ron an odd look, trying to suppress there giggles. Rain, however, was a little less obvious, she ran out to the deck, closed the door, then burst into laughter. Ron was blushing bright red. Hermione's eyes were wide in horror, she, after all was the only person who knew Ron's middle name.

"How the hell did you know that?"

"In Hermy's diary."

"WHAT! YOU READ MY DIARY!" Yelled Hermione.

"Yes, I did! And you know what else? Ron, Hermy has a crush on you! She's always saying how she wants to run her fingers through your hair." It was hard to tell whose face was redder.

"That is not true, and you know it!" Hermione yelled.

"Whatever you say, Hermy." Emmie smiled.

"My name's not Hermy, it's Hermione."

"Like I care."

"You will when I tell dad."

Rain came back from the deck, "What did Emmie say now? I heard you yelling."

"Hermione loves Ron!"

"No I don't!" Hermione said. Rain went back out on the deck to laugh, this time, Harry joined her.

Ginny had an idea; all she needed was to get rid of Emmie and Ron and Hermione would be alone. "Emmie, can I see Hermione's diary?" She asked eagerly.

"Yeah, let's go. She has loads of good stuff in there." Emmie bounded up the stairs fallowed by Ginny.

Hermione and Ron sat in silence for a long time. "So... um... yeah..." said Ron to break the silence.

"You know I don't like you Ron. Emmie's just determined to make my life miserable."

"Yeah, sure, I know." His face fell slightly.

"I do like you," Hermione said. "But not in that way."

"Yeah, whatever." He said shruggingly. "You still in contact with Vicky?"

"His names not Vicky, it's Victor." She fumed. "And for your information I am."

"Why? You just like him because he's strong and handsome–"

"You know what, I think I'll write to him right now." And with that Hermione went upstairs, leaving poor Ron alone.